Yun Zhiyi found the old man quite interesting.
"You can think of me as someone who's just bored and out experiencing life."
The old man choked, and his face turned red with anger.
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhi coughed lightly.
The other person didn't mean her any harm; it was just that their tone and attitude made her want to tease them.
But considering their age, it's not good to upset them to the point of causing them any harm.
She stopped smiling and said seriously.
"I don't mean to go against you. It's just that I have a limited quantity of vegetables every day. Since you've taken a liking to them, you must know the quality of the vegetables. If I had agreed to sell them to you so easily, I probably wouldn't have been able to wait for you to come by now. I limit the purchases for everyone's benefit. After all, I've set the price here. It doesn't matter who I sell to or how much I sell. So please understand."
Her words eased the old man's brow a little, and his expression became less unpleasant.
But he still frowned.
Yun Zhiyi glanced at the group of people behind him.
"I will see how things go and gradually increase the quantity of vegetables. Anyway, the shop will be open every day, so you can send as many people as you like to buy. However, sometimes you may have to come earlier to avoid selling out the vegetables you want before they are sold out."
Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened again.
He gritted his teeth, "I've never seen anyone do business like you."
Yun Zhiyi just smiled at him.
The other party was unyielding, and the old man didn't seem like the type to resort to force or robbery at the slightest disagreement.
In the end, she could only grit her teeth and let the people who came with her make up the numbers so that they could buy up all the remaining stock, and then she left in a huff.
"She's got quite a temper." Yun Zhiyi chuckled, which was perfect for closing the shop early.
Mr. Chen watched those people leave, feeling somewhat worried.
"Shopkeeper Yun, I think you should add some more dishes. If he brings so many people to buy every day, then other people won't be able to buy anything."
"rest assured."
Each dish is quite large; even if the entire household ate it, they might not be able to finish it all in a day.
Besides, what steward would personally bring people to a vegetable stall to suffer humiliation just to buy vegetables for the entire household?
It seems that it's only being supplied to a few individuals.
Asking to cover everything right off the bat is probably just a wealthy person's extravagant habit, not a genuine need for that much.
Indeed, that's what she thought.
The old man bought these vegetables just for one person to eat.
He was still a child under ten years old.
"Young master, I've had the kitchen prepare some radish and chicken soup. Please have a sip and try it."
The old man carried an exquisite food box, put it down beside him, took out a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, and walked towards the young boy who was practicing calligraphy at the table.
The boy's face was pale, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were dark, and his body looked very thin.
At first glance, he looks like a sickly, malnourished child.
Upon hearing it was chicken soup, he instinctively frowned, his eyes filled with strong repulsion.
But this time the smell was different, which made him unable to resist looking over.
The old man immediately said, "The radishes I used are the best kind from lunchtime. Would you like to try a bite first?"
The soup was fragrant, but the chicken flavor was too strong, which made him lose his appetite.
"Uncle Yang, I'm not hungry right now, and I don't want to drink. I ate a lot at noon."
The old man looked worried. “Young master, you only ate a few bites at noon, and they were all vegetables. Your body can’t handle it. Just one bite, okay? If you don’t like the taste, then don’t drink it.”
The young boy pursed his lips, and seeing the old man's concerned expression, could only nod.
Suppressing her repulsion, she opened her mouth and took a small sip of the soup, then turned her face away, as if to say she didn't want to drink it anymore.
He just smacked his lips, tilted his head and made a sound of surprise, then turned back to look at the chicken soup.
"Uncle Yang, what's in this soup?"
Seeing that he showed no signs of nausea and did not seem particularly averse to it, a hint of joy flashed in Yang Bo's eyes.
"I added the white radish that you liked at lunch. This radish tastes especially sweet, so it should be good for making soup. What do you think, young master? Would you like another sip?"
The young boy still had some resistance to meat, and his past experiences of nausea had left him with a lingering fear.
However, the lingering sweetness completely masked the chicken's fishy smell.
He carefully examined himself and found no symptoms of nausea or discomfort.
Looking at the chicken soup, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Then I'll try another sip."
"Good, good, good." Uncle Yang happily scooped up another spoonful of chicken soup and sent it over.
This time, the young boy drank all the chicken soup in the spoon and carefully swallowed it.
Even with the whole mouthful of chicken soup in his mouth, there was still a slight, unpleasant meaty taste that he couldn't ignore.
But this discomfort was quickly covered by the spreading sweetness.
The broth slowly slid down my throat, bringing a warm sensation.
He took a few breaths and still felt no discomfort, then beamed with delight.
"Uncle Yang, I don't feel nauseous this time!"
Uncle Yang saw this too, and his eyes welled up with tears of joy. He quickly scooped up another spoonful and sent it over.
"Then young master, please have a few more sips. Only by replenishing your body can you recover quickly."
As he lifted his body, the boy's joy vanished, replaced by deep disappointment in his eyes.
Realizing he had misspoke, Uncle Yang quickly put down his bowl and lightly patted his mouth.
"It was my fault for speaking out of turn, young master, please don't take it to heart."
The boy forced a smile, then reached out and carefully took the bowl. He didn't say anything more, just lowered his head and slowly drank the soup.
It's just that he has been eating little or nothing for a long time, so his stomach capacity is small.
Even without any adverse reactions, I couldn't drink more than half a bowl.
Even such progress was enough to make Uncle Yang extremely happy.
He thought that he should have the kitchen do some more research and make sure to utilize all those vegetables, incorporating as much meat as possible.
In any case, we must first get the young master's health back on track.
He originally wanted to write a letter and have it sent by fast horse back to the capital to tell the old lady the good news.
However, considering the situation at the Duke's mansion, he put down his pen and decided to keep the truth hidden for the time being.
Let's take another look.
When Yun Zhiyi returned to the village, she first went to find Liu Dashan.
"Old Liu, do you know that little green hill to the west?"
Liu Dashan was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why she was asking about mountains.
He nodded. "I've been hunting there before, so I don't know much about it. Is there something wrong with that mountain?"
Yun Zhiyi rested her chin on her hand, tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, and tilted her head to think.
"Do you think it's feasible to clear that mountain?"
Liu Dashan was surprised, "Clear it out? You mean, cut down all the trees on the mountain?"
“I want to plant fruit trees,” she said directly, “and later I can raise some livestock and poultry there.”
The poultry and livestock in her space multiply rapidly, one for every two, two for every three, and they have no natural enemies.
In the past, she always needed to expend energy when traveling between different planes.
But now that I'm back in the original world, I don't need to rush around doing missions anymore, and I have no worries about food and clothing.
Those guys wouldn't need it either.
She originally intended to stop raising them and simply get rid of them all.
But I'm also worried that the little ones like Qiuqiu will get bored if they have nothing to do in the space.
So I thought I might as well let them continue raising them, and then we'd get them out when they grew up.
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