153: Harvest

Harvest

Su Xiaoxiao's trip to the prefecture capital had earned her five hundred taels. This was a sure thing.

One did not ask where heroes came from, and one did not ask how a person's money was obtained!

Anyway, if she got it, it would be hers!

Su Xiaoxiao patted her father's shoulder. "Dad, calm down. I've surpassed you. You should be happy."

"That's right. You've extorted the prefecture lord. I'm so happy!"

"I've only been a village tyrant for so many years, but you've become a little bully in the prefecture city after just one trip!"

Father Su was about to cry.

The only calm person in the room was Wei Ting.

This guy rarely lost control of his expression. Su Xiaoxiao didn't know if he was really calm or indifferent to her matters.

"By the way, how's business these days I've been away?"

This was what Su Xiaoxiao was most concerned about.

"Your Sister Wu did well," Father Su said.

He did not treat Little Wu as an outsider.

In fact, what Little Wu did was not only not bad, but it was also quite good for Su Ji's reputation.

In the beginning, Su Xiaoxiao only asked her to make three snacks. The braised meat business was made as a matter of convenience, so there was no need for too much.

Unexpectedly, Little Wu made the Ergou pancakes the next day and increased the production.

According to Su Xiaoxiao's original plan, she was to produce 100 pancakes a day, 50 pancakes for the Academy, and no more than 30 catties of braised meat.

Little Wu doubled the production. The price was that she was very tired and visibly haggard.

Su Xiaoxiao said, "Didn't I tell you not to work so hard?"

Madam Wu lowered her head and said softly, "I-I didn't want to embarrass you."

Ever since she was young, no one had trusted her. Although her family had treated her well, they did not think that a girl was useful.

Only Daya believed in her and was willing to hand such a heavy burden to her.

She wondered if this was the self-worth that Daya had mentioned.

She… felt her worth.

Not only could she live as a wife, a mother, and a daughter-in-law, but she could also work like a man.

She seemed to have started a new life.

She did not want to let Daya down.

Su Xiaoxiao said sincerely, "Sister Wu, you've done well. You're even better than I thought."

Madam Wu's eyes lit up.

Liu Ping's heart ached again. He reflected that his wife was not even so happy during their wedding.

If production increased, sales would also be a problem.

In fact, for the past few days, sales were a bigger problem.

At the very least, Little Wu was trained. Father Su… had never done sales.

He had only been a bodyguard for a few days.

The reason why Su Xiaoxiao insisted on letting Father Su sell it was that the regular customers knew him. When they saw him, they knew that it was indeed Su Ji's stall.

"All sold out! Not a single one left!" Father Su said proudly.

"Were they sold out every day?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"That's right!" Father Su raised his eyebrows.

Su Xiaoxiao was surprised. "Father, you're amazing!"

Wei Ting took a sip of tea indifferently.

Liu Ping smiled and said, "Mr. Wei also went!"

Su Xiaoxiao's face was serious. "Father, his legs aren't good. Why did you drag him to town?"

Father Su coughed lightly. "Ahem! There's a donkey cart. He doesn't have to walk by himself."

Su Xiaoxiao imagined the extremely handsome Wei Ting sitting on the donkey cart with a small stool.

She couldn't bear to look at him…

Father Su was a little prideful. He was a little reluctant to sell pancakes.

With the principle of never embarrassing himself alone, he decisively took advantage of his son-in-law!

Unlike farming, Wei Ting had made the right decision to come this time.

He didn't need to do anything. He just had to sit there. That suffocatingly handsome face created a higher turnout than Su Xiaoxiao, a 200-pound fatty.

Wei Ting was good-looking and appealed to young and old alike. Aunts and women swarmed over like ferocious beasts, and the young girls were not any less aggressive.

In just three days, Wei Ting was given the nickname "Pancake Man Xi Shi".

What a dark history!

—-

Su Xiaoxiao brought gifts for everyone from the prefecture.

For the Meizi sisters, there was a jar of local preserved meat and two new outfits. Little Wu's was a silk handkerchief embroidered with winter plums.

She remembered that Little Wu had a similar handkerchief and had always kept it. When they split up, it was confiscated by Big Wu.

Little Wu's eyes turned red.

Daya cared about people, but she never expressed her feelings in words.

Su Xiaoxiao said, "Brother Liu, this is for you."

Liu Ping was stunned. "Me too?"

The credit for the past few days seemed to be all on Little Wu and Wei Ting, but in fact, Liu Ping's credit could not go unnoticed.1

Who said that transportation was not important? To receive business, they had to travel to so many places. Nothing could go wrong in between.

It was not easy for Liu Ping either.

Liu Ping took it and sniffed it. "It smells so good. It's Shaodaozi!"

Liu Ping did not have any other hobbies. He only liked to drink a little wine occasionally, especially when it came to Shaodaozi. Coincidentally, there was an old wine cellar in the prefecture city. Shaodaozi was his family's trademark.

Su Cheng reminded, "You can drink, but don't be an alcoholic."

Liu Ping patted his chest. "Don't worry, I won't go overboard!"

Su Xiaoxiao took out a pair of brocade boxes from her bag. "Father, your tea leaves!"

These were tea leaves given by Grandmaster Hui Jue. They were much better than the ones sold in ordinary shops!

The three little ones happily claimed three boxes of dried meat, three pairs of small shoes, three sets of new clothes, and three days' worth of kisses, hugs, and lifts!

They were so happy!

Wei Ting was the only one left in the family. His aura was a little low.

He stood up calmly. "I'll go back to my room first."

Everyone looked at Wei Ting and then at Su Xiaoxiao.

Father Su winked at her.

"What?" Su Xiaoxiao asked knowingly.

Father Su said, "What's the situation?"

Su Xiaoxiao crossed her arms. "He didn't even pick me up at the village entrance!"

Father Su was speechless.

—-

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Wei Ting threw the newly written calligraphy aside indifferently. His eyes were a little cold and dry.

Su Xiaoxiao waited for a long time, but Wei Ting did not say anything.

Ha, this was her own room, why would she need to knock on the door?

Su Xiaoxiao pushed the door open.

"Come in." Almost at the same time, Wei Ting spoke.

Su Xiaoxiao closed the door again! Then, she slowly pushed it open and walked in calmly.

She came to Wei Ting's side like a proud little fat peacock. She looked up at the ceiling and placed a brocade box on the table.

"Here."

Wei Ting asked coldly, "To whom?"

Su Xiaoxiao put her hands on her hips. "Who else is in this room?"

Wei Ting's expression did not change at all. He still had a cold expression, but the air of frustration around him had disappeared.

He stretched out his slender fingers and casually opened the brocade box.

It was a jade hair crown.

Su Xiaoxiao said calmly, "It's a gift. Take it or leave it."

Wei Ting's eyes moved slightly.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw the crumpled paper on the table.

"Eh? What's that?" She reached for it.

"Nothing!" Wei Ting grabbed the paper ball first.

"Let me take a look!" Su Xiaoxiao took the paper ball from his hand and unfolded it. It was a few handwritten notes.

She had practiced calligraphy with Su Ergou to copy his calligraphy.

Did he… write a new one for them to copy?

To be precise, he wanted Su Ergou to copy it. Su Xiaoxiao was confident that she had hidden her actions well!

Su Xiaoxiao said, "It's written so well, why did you throw it away? What a pity."

She lovingly unfolded the paper ball, laid it on the table, and pressed it down with her hand again and again.

Wei Ting frowned as he watched her carefully and seriously deal with a few crumpled paper balls. His eyes suddenly became a little cold.

Wei Ting took back the paper ball. "There were mistakes in it, I'll write a new one!"

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