Chapter 66 Private Matter
Jun Qiulan searched for three days before finding a suitable warehouse.
In the past few days, either the area was remote enough but too small, or the area was large enough but the flow of people was too high.
For others, the rent is either beyond their budget or the landlord is too demanding.
Today I finally found the most suitable one, on the outskirts of the city. This area is basically abandoned. Usually, there is basically no one there except passing vehicles.
The rent is also very cheap, only 3,000 yuan a year.
The landlord was very curious and asked him what he was going to do with the house.
He didn't lie and said he used it as a warehouse. The rent here was low, which just helped to reduce costs.
The landlord was a fashionable aunt who stared at Jun Qiulan's face with the mask on for a long time.
"You're the internet celebrity here, right? What's your name, Mr. Fan?"
Jun Qiulan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I guess so."
"That's fine. I was worried someone might rent it and do something bad. If it's you, then there's no problem."
The aunt continued, "Thanks to you, the rents for the shops on our commercial street have increased significantly. With more tourists, we're making money. But since you're renting this warehouse here, you'd better hire a security guard or something. Without anyone here, it's easy for thieves to break in."
Jun Qiulan smiled, "I know, Auntie, don't worry."
"Alright, alright, sign the contract."
Jun Qiulan rented it for a year, as he might need to transport other things in the future.
It would be more convenient to have a warehouse.
After renting the warehouse, Jun Qiulan began to look for sources of goods in a hurry.
It is not certain how much grain seeds are needed yet, so Jun Qiulan ordered 10,000 kilograms.
Ten thousand jin sounds like a lot, but it is actually only the output of two acres of land. It will hardly make a splash in the market.
Fortunately, this sweet potato was bred and planted using vines, so it can be transplanted many times.
By the time the first batch grows out and we distribute the vines, it should be almost done.
They also had their own land. In addition to the wasteland allocated to them by the village head, my father also bought the sandy land by the river.
The price is very low.
The village head also tried to persuade him, saying that crops could not be grown in sandy soil.
But it just so happens that some varieties of sweet potatoes are suitable for growing in sandy soil, and even have higher yields in sandy soil.
On the surface, they all looked similar, so Jun Qiulan bought some other varieties for her own fields.
Within two days, the sweet potatoes were brought over.
A large truck and two porters were hired. Jun Qiulan finally realized what was happening and felt a little headache.
When he traveled back with these supplies, he had to do the porting himself, without anyone to help him.
More than 10,000 pounds, isn’t it too scary to move it like this?
Jun Qiulan felt a headache just thinking about it.
But there is no other way now.
There is no news from Duan Wen yet, so he should still be counting. Due to the limitations of the times, to count these numbers, one has to go to each location to investigate and record them one by one.
The data needs to be more precise.
The taxes collected by the government office were originally intended to be used as military pay for the military camp. Now, if they are to be used to exchange for land, they have to divert part of it first, and then collect an equal amount after the sweet potatoes are harvested.
Special times call for special treatment.
Fortunately, these sweet potatoes can also fill me up.
With an army of over 100,000, a lot of food is consumed every day.
We can't let the soldiers go hungry either.
Isn’t there enough food and fodder for the border troops every year? Apart from the local land taxes transferred over, the rest are distributed by the court.
Duan Wen was also worried when he thought about this matter.
Two days ago, he received a letter from a former classmate, who thanked him for the movable type printing technology and told him some news about the capital.
Things are in chaos in the capital right now.
Apart from the maternal families of several princes showing off their abilities, the emperor seemed to be getting more and more confused. It was said that he had not attended court for half a month.
He has been trying to get some elixir of life from that miracle doctor, and has also spent a huge amount of money to build the Star-Picking Tower.
I'm afraid this year's military pay will be greatly reduced again, and they will still need to be self-sufficient then.
If the border troops have no food to eat, who will guard the border for them?
Duan Wen shook his head when he saw the news. Throughout history, how many emperors who pursued immortality in their old age had a good ending?
Jun Qiulan went home after preparing everything.
"Dad and Mom, where is the best place for us to store these grain seeds?"
Wouldn't it be too conspicuous to just ask Senior Brother Duan to come to their house and take it away?
Even if Duan Wen trusts Mr. Su and them, it would probably not be appropriate for tens of thousands of kilograms of grain to suddenly appear from their house, right?
And it doesn't seem appropriate to let the villagers see it.
A little bit of rice is a favor, and a big bit of rice is a grudge.
It may be okay now, but it will be a big problem when everyone knows that the grain seeds were taken from their homes.
After statistics by Senior Brother Duan Wen, it was found that the grain seeds in all villages are limited.
Knowing that some people have left their homes, the villagers may wonder why more people are not left for their own village?
Jun Yu pondered for a moment, "How about putting it in Ayan's store?"
Jun Qiulan pondered for a moment and said, "That's a solution, but since no one has seen the goods enter the store, it's hard to say for sure."
This matter gave both father and son a headache when they talked about it.
Moreover, Jun Yu also thought of the problem that Jun Qiulan had worried about before. How tired would his son be after carrying back more than 10,000 kilograms of grain?
Jun Qiulan probably figured it out, "Just think of it as a workout."
When he was a prince, he exercised every day, dancing with swords and riding horses. But now that he has more free time, he has neglected physical exercise.
He always felt that the thin muscles on his abdomen were about to disappear.
Especially after staying at home for a whole winter.
Jun Yu couldn't help laughing, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was okay. He just needed to move it and he could travel through it in a thought.
The matter is not that urgent yet, and the grain seeds have not been moved in yet.
As for the warehouse being too remote and prone to thieves?
It’s not a big problem. Once a thief gets in, he will have to leave crying.
How much are sweet potatoes worth over there?
He wanted a large quantity, and it was only a few cents per pound. Adding the shipping and handling fees, it was only about ten thousand yuan.
If you think about it carefully, he is a bit arrogant.
Now I feel it’s not so bad to spend tens of thousands of dollars at one time.
Fortunately, even though there is going to be a severe drought this year, the folding fan business will not be affected.
The paper used for fans can be bought at any time, and the wood used is all ownerless things in the mountains and forests.
Thinking that this year's work was too hard, Jun Qiulan discussed with his father and raised the labor fee for everyone.
Now everyone is more motivated.
The cooperation with the official tourism cultural and creative store is also going smoothly, and I will have a fixed income every month from now on.
There was a clause in the contract that Jun Qiulan had to visit the store at least once every three months to write an inscription on the spot.
Of course, the appearance fee is calculated separately.
Regarding this point, the first thing mentioned was actually once a month.
This was originally a small matter for Jun Qiulan, but considering that she might have to go to other places to film in the future, it might not be very convenient.
After comprehensive consideration, Jun Qiulan proposed once every three months.
It just so happened that Tianjun Qiulan came over and received a call from Zhou Wo, asking him to make time to come over.
After signing the contract, the fan was delivered, and Jun Qiulan also promoted it on Weibo, but he really didn't have time as he was busy with grain planting and farming.
Now that they've called, he has to make time to go over no matter what.
I have a bunch of folding fans at home that have only paintings on them but no inscriptions on them.
Jun Qiulan was still the same as usual. He took out the cart in a very down-to-earth manner and pushed it all the way to the official cultural and creative store of Fengcheng Film and Television Base.
You know what, this store is quite large.
Jun Qiulan had not been here yet, and the store was brightly lit, with unique postcards, knitted backpacks, umbrellas, refrigerator magnets, etc.
Among them, his folding fans occupied a separate display window.
There was also a line of big words on it: Limited sale at the hour every day.
It's not a limited sale all day long, it's on sale every hour.
The store opens at nine in the morning, and then goes on sale every hour, with an average of three to eight pieces sold.
It is distributed according to the flow of people at that time.
At the same time, it is also to ensure that there are people entering the store throughout the day.
For example, if you don’t get a chance to buy one at noon, but a few more will be available for sale in the next hour, and you happen to be at the front of the queue, will you wait or not?
Some people may feel uncomfortable knowing that this is a marketing method.
But there's nothing I can do.
There are only so many fans in a month, and we can’t take out more.
After setting this rule, we can sell folding fans to people who really like them as much as possible.
They buy them just to follow the trend, maybe take a few photos, post them on WeChat Moments or Weibo, take them home and put them aside, or sell them at the seafood market for more than ten times the price.
Only those who truly like folding fans and his and his father's calligraphy and paintings would take the trouble to do this.
But at the same time, some middlemen cannot be avoided.
But there is no other way now.
When Jun Qiulan was wearing a mask and pushing a cart into the store, she was stopped by a shopping guide.
"I'm sorry, little brother, small carts can't go in. You can put it by the door. It's okay. We have cameras here. I'll be there to keep an eye on it for you." The waiter smiled and had a very good attitude.
Jun Qiulan smiled, but before she could say anything, Zhou Wo rushed out.
"Hahahahaha, little sister probably didn't expect you to come here pushing a stroller."
The previous folding fans were all obtained by sending people to Jun Qiulan Community.
The salesgirl looked surprised. She didn't expect to see the real person like this.
I came here to work because I like Jun Qiulan.
I saw the real person, but I didn’t recognize him.
The little girl was almost regretting it to death.
Jun Qiulan was already very familiar with this kind of look. He smiled and said, "If it's not too presumptuous, can I take a photo with you?"
The little girl almost screamed, Aaaaaaaah Mommy, she was falling in love.
My hands were shaking when I took out my phone.
Jun Qiulan took it, and with his height advantage and long arms, he perfectly captured the two of them in the photo.
"Thank you." The little girl had recovered. "I will continue to support you. You should also work hard and strive to step onto a bigger stage soon so that more people can see your excellence."
Based on this photo today, she felt that she could pursue him for the rest of her life.
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Thank you for your support. I will try my best."
Zhou Wo joked nearby, "Hahahaha, not only is your outfit down-to-earth, but you're also pushing a small cart and covering your face while walking down the street. Few people would recognize you."
As he said this, he had already pushed the cart in.
It looks like there are quite a lot of them.
Zhou Wo said, "I'm sorry to waste your time today, but the appearance fee is quite reasonable. We are brothers, so I won't lie to you."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing: "I prepared a hundred today, I want to count them in the total."
"Oh, I can't really frame you."
Zhou Wo was also happy.
This store is not under his management, but he is familiar with Jun Qiulan and they have a good relationship.
So all the work of coordinating with Jun Qiulan was given to him.
No preheating was done in advance.
After the folding fan was in place, it was placed directly on the table.
Considering that the news could not be concealed for long, Zhou Wo also thoughtfully arranged for several security guards to come.
This was quite a big deal, and Jun Qiulan felt quite embarrassed.
"There's no need to be so grand, right?"
Zhou Wo shook his head. "Don't you have any idea of your own popularity?"
Jun Qiulan really didn’t quite understand.
There hasn't been much news about him online recently. Just two days ago, Zhang Li was still messaging him, asking him to occasionally make his presence felt online. If he doesn't show up, he's almost out of fashion.
This is the norm for artists without any representative works.
Zhou Wo was very happy.
In fact, Jun Qiulan’s fans are divided into several different categories.
Some of them are like the shopping guide girl who likes to chase stars and likes Jun Qiulan's looks.
There is another part. Jun Qiulan also had a work online before. Although he was not the protagonist, he also gained a group of drama fans and career fans.
The rest are fans who like his calligraphy.
This category almost includes the two types of fans mentioned above.
As soon as it was put up, some tourists recognized Jun Qiulan.
The shop was suddenly filled with the croaking of frogs.
Zhou Wo stood next to Jun Qiulan and said, "Come, come, please sit down, Master Jun. I will serve you with writing brushes and ink."
What a funny guy.
Between friends, there is no need for so many formalities, and Jun Qiulan really lived up to that standard.
"Grind the ink, Xiao Wozi."
"Hey, today I'm both a servant and a eunuch." Zhou Wo was also quite amused: "Eunuch is eunuch, what should I call you, Your Majesty? No, no, emperors are usually not that young."
He played tricks again and performed an ancient ritual that was out of place.
"Your Highness, please take a seat."
Jun Qiulan's smiling face suddenly froze for a moment.
I haven't heard this name for a long time.
Then he smiled helplessly.
The shopping guides began to maintain order.
"You can take photos of the route, but not group photos. You can choose folding fans, and please keep the inscriptions as simple as possible. Thank you for your understanding."
"Please line up and don't crowd."
The quality of contemporary young people is still very good.
They all saw that there were quite a few fans on the table behind Jun Qiulan, but they didn't have any inscriptions on them.
They came first, so they will definitely get it.
Zhou Wo said he wanted to grind ink, but he was a complete novice.
The ground flour is either dry or watery.
In the end, it was Jun Qiulan who ground the ink himself.
Zhou Wo felt like he was being more of a hindrance than a help, but he was also cheerful. "If you ask me, you should have come here wearing Hanfu. You look amazing in this outfit. How about we prepare another set of makeup for you next time you come?"
Before Jun Qiulan expressed his opinion, the customer in the queue ahead of him hurriedly agreed on his behalf.
"What I want is Hanfu, something a bit more gorgeous."
Jun Qiulan was also happy, "Then let's get ready."
The business went very smoothly afterwards.
Because there were a total of one hundred knives that needed inscriptions today, the customers were very understanding and did not ask him to write a long essay on the spot.
Basically they are all so-called to signatures.
A sentence or two.
Jun Qiulan was also relieved.
One hundred people posted Jun Qiulan's fan online, as well as photos and videos of him writing the inscription on the spot, almost on the same day.
As expected, Mr. Folding Fan has become a hot topic again.
Jun Qiulan was told this by Zhou Wo when they were having dinner together in the evening.
"I'm telling you, you're really not paying attention to your information."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "It's mainly because there are too many daily miscellaneous messages, so I turned off the message reminders."
Otherwise, if his phone was on, the ringing alone would drain the battery.
"Why haven't I seen you filming recently?" Zhou Wo continued to ask, "I haven't seen any Reuters about you online. Where have you been recently?"
"I have some personal matters to attend to recently."
It's not a private matter.
If the drought in the border town is not resolved, the people will have no food to eat and will starve to death. Won’t they have to move their families and flee?
Who will make folding fans then?
It really is one thing after another.
Since it was a private matter, Zhou Wo did not ask any more questions.
We had a meal together, chatted for a while, and then went home.
Jun Qiulan was also quite curious about herself in the fans' cameras, so she simply searched online.
You know what, the photos are all very beautiful.
Even though he was dressed like an ordinary person, he still looked like a gentleman in the photos taken by his fans.
After thinking about it, he selected a few pictures that he thought were good and prepared to take them back to show his parents.
Since the last variety show and Strategy of a Bastard were broadcast, his parents have had a clear understanding of his career.
There is no need to use a magnifying glass to look for him in the TV drama where he was an extra when he first came into this world.
Unfortunately, there are still too few of his works now.
My parents are almost worn out by the Fengcheng tourism promotional video I downloaded for my mother.
The main reason is that my parents have never seen him with short hair, so they have to comment on every look of his.
It made him feel quite embarrassed.
It’s better to find something new to give my parents a break from their aesthetic taste and divert their attention.
He had just finished downloading when Yan Jing's message came.
Yan Jing: "I heard that you finished filming a while ago?"
Jun Qiulan's scalp tightened.
"I've been delayed by something recently. I've taken dancing lessons seriously and am still looking for a teacher."
Well, he lied, he hadn't had time to find the teacher yet.
He planned to wait until the grain planting issue was settled before looking for a dance teacher.
There was no other way. As long as things over there were not settled, he would not be able to calm down.
drought.
Perhaps droughts will also occur in this world, but this world has a large-scale South-to-North Water Diversion Project, and tap water is almost connected to every household.
Even if there is a lack of water for irrigation in the farmland and the harvest is poor, there is no possibility of famine among the people.
Under the control of the state, food prices will not rise. Low food prices will enable all people to afford food.
He also saw a piece of news online that even if the entire world could no longer produce food overnight, the food in the country's granaries would be enough to feed more than one billion people for ten years.
Although I don’t know whether this news is true or not.
But the strength of this country is beyond doubt.
But Dasheng is different.
Let’s not talk about national strength for now.
Take those corrupt officials who are almost impossible to clean up. Even if the authorities distribute disaster relief grain, there will be nothing left when it reaches the people.
After thinking about it, he added two more messages to Yan Jing.
"I do have something very important to do here, so I need to delay for a while."
"If I can't make it in time, then I can only say sorry to you."
He can still tell what is important and what is not.
Yan Jing's films have indeed been of great help to his career development here, and he also believes that he can learn a lot from Yan Jing's crew.
Yan Jing was his friend and had persuaded him to audition many times. This honor was probably unique in the entire entertainment industry, and Yan Jing had already helped him a lot.
He also felt sorry for making this decision.
If the drought problem cannot be solved, he will not be able to join the crew and film with peace of mind in the future, and I am afraid that more things will be delayed.
When Yan Jing saw the message, his brows furrowed.
Is the situation serious?
He knew that Jun Qiulan was also very concerned about her role in this movie. What happened now that he didn't even have time to audition?
He thought about it and sent a message back.
Yan Jing: "Do you need help?"
Jun Qiulan almost burst out laughing when he saw the message.
He sighed.
"No need, it can be solved, it just takes some time."
Yan Jing: "Then don't worry, I'll wait for you."
Jun Qiulan's heart skipped a beat again.
Although he knew that Yan Jing was talking about waiting for him to go for the audition, this sentence was a bit ambiguous.
Jun Qiulan realized it later.
Suddenly he remembered the gossip that Qu Feng had talked to him about before.
I heard that Yan Jing is gay and has a close relationship with the famous actor who worked as his stunt double before.
He didn't pay much attention to this issue at the time.
Now, he always feels that this message seems more and more wrong the more he reads it.
Even though he knew it clearly in his heart, he was just overthinking it.
After a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and replied to Yan Jing.
Jun Qiulan: "If nothing unexpected happens, it will probably take me nearly a month. Are you sure you can wait? Don't let me delay your movie."
Yan Jing smiled when he saw the message.
He can extend the filming time indefinitely just to wait for an actor.
This news is no secret in the entertainment industry.
A good movie, in addition to the quality of the script itself, the director's ability, aesthetics, acting skills, etc., the most important thing is the casting of the movie.
In the past, he would audition thousands of actors within half a month for a single role.
Now Jun Qiulan fits the role setting in his movie, and he just needs to learn to dance. He is not too worried about his acting skills.
Able to teach.
One month is worth the wait.
Besides, the dancing he learned before the audition was just to confirm the coordination of his limbs. He wouldn't dance like a human being domesticating his limbs for the first time.
If you have better talent, you can learn a complete dance piece in three to five days.
He pushed the dance teacher's business card over.
This dance teacher not only taught Jun Qiulan to dance, but also choreographed the big dance scene in his movie.
He replied: "When you are free, contact this teacher."
Jun Qiulan looked at the message and felt warm in her heart.
He said, "Okay, I'll sort things out on my end as soon as possible."
Yan Jing, who saw the message, also curled up the corners of his mouth.
After thinking about it, I replied.
"See how Jun Baisong is doing recently."
Jun Qiulan felt helpless and amused. She rushed home without stopping, snatched Jun Baishou from her mother, and flashed back to the rental house.
Then he made a video call to Yan Jing.
On weekdays, whenever he had time, he would take a few photos and send them to Yan Jing to avoid such a situation from happening.
Every time I am in a hurry.
What if one day his mother happened to take Jun Baisong out for a walk, where would he find an identical cat for Yan Jing to see?
In other words, he is lucky.
Jun Baisong is now the size of an adult cat, plump and very strong.
The cat climbing frame that Yan Jing gave to Song Song was placed in the rental house. Every time Song Song came over, he would go and pamper it.
After Yan Jing answered the call, he saw a big fat cat, half-standing with its chubby body, its butt sticking out, and its two front paws sharpening their claws on the cat climbing frame.
This scene is so healing.
Yan Jing's eyebrows unconsciously wore a smile, "You really take good care of the cat. Song Song doesn't look like a cat that is kept at home, but a cat that often goes out to play in the wild."
Jun Qiulan thought to himself, that’s right.
The whole village was surprised that Jun Bai gave them this fat cat.
An average village cat weighs about four or five kilograms. Most of them catch birds and mice to eat, and their families occasionally give them some leftovers.
Their cat, Jun Baisheng, eats eight meals a day and is twice the size of an ordinary cat. His parents are afraid that he will get too fat and unhealthy, so they take him out for a two-mile run every day.
As a result, Jun Baisong grew into a strong fat man.
The last time I went to get vaccinated, the veterinarian said that it was rare to see such a healthy and strong cat.
He almost looks like a muscle cat, except for the soft flesh on the other side of the primal bag.
Aren’t kittens supposed to be sweet and soft?
Well, when it wants to eat the can, its cry is soft, just like the kind of clamp cat mentioned on the Internet.
If he hadn't seen with his own eyes Jun Baisong beating up the village's old yellow dog.
The camera was aimed at Jun Baisong, and Yan Jing could not see the helplessness in Jun Qiulan's eyes.
Yan Jing counted the months and asked, "If it's convenient, should we take the time to have him sterilized?"
"Huh???" Jun Qiulan was shocked. "Cats aren't raised to be eaten, why do they need to be sterilized?"
His thinking is that after sterilizing pigs, they will grow meatier and be more docile, the time it takes to be marketed can be shortened, and everyone can eat delicious pork.
But why do cats need to be sterilized?
Yan Jing's mind went through several twists and turns before he finally connected with Jun Qiulan's train of thought.
People almost laughed out of the screen.
Jun Qiulan was stunned. Seeing Yan Jing laughing like that, he knew that he must have misunderstood.
Yan Jing laughed for a long time before explaining to him the basic knowledge about cat sterilization.
It is not necessary to sterilize the cat, but if the condition cannot be relieved after a certain period of time, it will cause considerable harm to the cat.
It is also easy to urinate and defecate randomly.
Jun Qiulan's nose wrinkled. "If it's not necessary, then don't get sterilized."
It's so cruel.
Anyway, Songsong is raised in the village, so there's no need to worry about him pooping or peeing anywhere. As for...
Jun Qiulan looked uncomfortable. As for sending him off after a certain period of time, wouldn't it be enough to just hire him a beautiful little cat?
It's animal nature, understandable.
Yan Jing did not persuade him. Whether to sterilize Song Song depended on the opinion of Jun Qiulan, the shit scooper.
Sterilization has its advantages, and not sterilizing naturally has its advantages as well.
After all, Jun Qiulan took such good care of Jun Baisong that he would never let him suffer.
After hanging up the video, Jun Qiulan looked at his phone for a while. When there was no other news, he took Song Song back.
Song Xirong: "Just now you suddenly appeared and disappeared with Songsong in your arms. I was shocked."
Jun Qiulan laughed awkwardly and said, "I can't help it. Mr. Yan suddenly wants to see the cat."
I can understand that.
Song Xirong asked about the food situation again.
"This matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible."
Yan Jing gave him such a clear attitude, so he couldn't let him down. He had to try to plant the sweet potatoes as soon as possible so that he could go back to learn dancing with peace of mind.
In addition to Yan Jing's movies, he has also been approached by many TV dramas, movies, and variety shows, and has also done quite a few endorsements.
It would not be appropriate to reject all of them. I'm afraid that people would say that he is too arrogant, which would not be good for his future development.
border town.
The temperature rose early this year, the soil thawed early, and spring came more than a month earlier than in previous years.
In previous years, the border town would not begin to thaw until April, and May was considered the official beginning of spring.
Time waits for no one.
Jun Qiulan was thinking about it, otherwise he could just send it directly to Song Yan's shop and ask Mr. Su for help.
Mr. Su's nephew, Yan Su, just came into the city not long ago and brought a lot of supplies here. When the time comes, can we say that it was Yan Su who brought them here?
Just mix up the specific numbers.
Anyway, Senior Brother Duan Wen is trustworthy.
But he didn't expect that before they entered the city to smuggle the sweet potatoes, Song Ting arrived with his men.
Went straight to the shop in the city.
Dozens of trucks of goods.
Song Ting arranged for relatives to guard the store door while the goods were unloaded, and he came over to greet his aunt and uncle first.
"I thought you would have to wait a month or two for it to arrive. How come it's so soon?"
Jun Qiulan was happy to see their timely help, but also worried.
Song Ting looked at the newly built house with a smile in his eyes.
My aunt's family has settled down in the border town.
Who knew how much he wanted to cry when he saw those thatched huts last year.
The Song family's property was ransacked and the entire clan was repatriated. At least they had a rented house in their ancestral home.
Although it is a little small, it can shelter from wind and rain. It is not like his aunt's house. He feels that the adobe and thatched house will be blown down by the wind.
This house is still the best now.
The courtyard with two entrances has a high wall. Although there are no valuable items in the house, it is kept in good order.
Song Ting answered Jun Qiulan's question only after he finished reading it.
"Last year, we rushed back home before the New Year. We didn't expect to make any money from the things we brought back, but unexpectedly, the temperature in the south of the Yangtze River dropped significantly last year, and wool and sheepskin became a hot commodity."
It just so happened that my family was also missing my aunt's family, so I urged them to take delivery of the goods and set off after the New Year.
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The author has something to say: I will update 8000 first.
I went back to the village yesterday to have a banquet and came home late.
I'll give you another 3,000 words before 6 p.m. today. I'll post it as soon as I finish writing it, no later than 6 p.m. anyway.
Thank you for your support, cuties.
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