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Zhang Ercui was in good health and had almost recovered in just over a day. She drank unlimited carrot soup and red bean porridge every day, which made her full of water. Her skin was stretched, and she looked several years younger.

Qingyang, who had disappeared for more than a day, came back slowly on a bullock cart. Before he even arrived, he shouted, "Disciple! Look what good things the master brought you!"

Fu Bao heard the noise and ran out to see what was going on. He was shocked to see a cart full of round green watermelons, each as big as his upper body.

Fubao: "Master, did you go out to rob?"

Qingyang frowned in dissatisfaction: "You kid, you can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. I spent a ginseng to buy this cold melon. You don't know the value of it!"

Fubao: "This is the winter melon. Let me try it!" The round winter melon looked very pleasing to the eye. Fubao went forward and took a big melon. She hadn't tasted melon for a long time.

A few kids who were on break from classes also noticed the situation here and kept glancing over. Lin Sen said with a smile, "Okay, go play and continue in the afternoon."

The children's exclamations attracted the adults' attention. Fubao held the watermelon in his arms and looked at Li Huaiqing: "Grandpa, help me cut the watermelon!"

Li Huaiqing quickly took the melon from her and asked, "What's this new thing?"

Fu Bao panted and said, "Master said it's a cold melon, just cut it open and eat the flesh."

Li Huaiqing suddenly realized, "This is the winter melon. I've heard of it. I don't know when someone in town started selling this thing. It's very expensive."

Fu Bao looked at the melon in confusion: "Why is it so expensive? This thing can be transported and can be kept for many days. The time requirement is not strict."

Li Huaiqing: "We haven't seen it either. We just heard that this melon can only be grown in Qingzhou and is supplied to the capital, not for ordinary people to eat."

Fu Bao pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Never mind, just cut it open and let your family taste it."

Li Huaiqing left with the watermelon in his arms. Fubao turned around and looked for Qingyang: "Master, doesn't this melon grow in the middle of summer? How did it grow in April?"

Qingyang was busy distributing melons to the children, and took some time to reply, "The first batch of melons in Qingzhou comes out at this time. It can last until September."

Fu Bao asked curiously, "Do many people like to eat this melon? Is it expensive?"

Qingyang rolled up his sleeves and said, "I can't really say. Outside of Qingzhou, not many people have eaten it. As for the price, it's not bad in Qingzhou, but it's a bit high outside of Qingzhou. What's the matter?"

Fubao made a plan and said happily, "When we get to Yuzhou, we can rent a piece of land to grow winter melons. Then we will be rich." With a smile on his little face, he excitedly described his melon farming business.

After a while, she asked again: "I'm sure I'm not the first one to think so, so why didn't they grow it?"

Qingyang raised his eyebrows: "They seem to have special seed melons, but most people don't know about it, so they just use the seeds they left over to plant. It's not that nothing grows, but the yield is extremely low. It's good if two out of ten plants can survive. The melons that grow are not well cared for and will rot easily."

Fu Bao said dejectedly: "Ah? It's so difficult."

With space, she always thought these things were simple, just sowing seeds and waiting for the harvest. But now that the plan has just been proposed, various difficulties have come one after another: the seeds are not good, there is no experience, and she is not sure whether the land and climate after settling are suitable for growing melons, and whether there is a market...

She suddenly felt like an eggplant hit by frost. She took the melon that Yisheng handed to her and took a bite viciously. The juice was sweet and refreshing, but it was far less delicious than the melons she bought at the fruit stand in her previous life.

Qingyang looked at her troubled face and said, "Don't worry about it. Just do it when you have thought it through. If you encounter a problem, just solve it. There is nothing to worry about."

Fu Bao tasted the melon in his hand carefully and asked, "Master, try this melon. Is it delicious?"

She asked sincerely. After Qingyang tasted it, he found nothing wrong with it: "It's OK. You don't like it?"

Fubao shook his head, ate the melon with big mouthfuls and said with a smile: "Of course I like it. If it were sweeter and had fewer seeds, I would like it even more. I have made up my mind. I want to grow melons!"

The space can help her do some things, but if she wants to truly gain a foothold here, she still has to do something that everyone can see. Otherwise, the rice, flour, grain, oil, and endless fruits and vegetables that come out of nowhere will arouse suspicion no matter how you look at it.

That afternoon, Fubao proudly announced something big: "I want to grow winter melons in Yuzhou and then sell them to various states..."

The old man hesitated for a while and said, "If you like to eat it, I will collect the leftover seeds and plant a patch for you. This thing is fine for satisfying your taste, but as for planting a large patch...what if it doesn't grow? What if it rots in the field? And there won't be anyone who can plant it by then."

Fu Bao pouted and said, "Okay, I'll think about it."

The family's worries were not unreasonable, but judging by the family's acceptance of winter melon, only Grandma Jin was afraid of the cold and ate less, while the rest of the family loved to eat it. In just half an hour, six or seven pieces had been cut. Therefore, this matter was still feasible, but she had to do it first and ask for permission later.

On the way to Qingzhou, Fubao looked at his master eagerly and said, "Master, please take me there. I want to experience the local customs and culture there, and see how to grow winter melons... Please."

Qingyang was annoyed: "Alright, alright, I'll take you there in the car when the time comes. Don't say anymore, I'm already overwhelmed."

Fu Bao smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Master!"

The people of Qingzhou are bold and unruly, and the Qingzhou army is even more famous. They have won countless battles and are stationed outside the city of Qingzhou, which makes this section of the route very peaceful and even bandits have never been seen.

This also gave them a reason to leave the main group. Qingyang lied that he had to go to do something, and Fubao insisted on going to Qingzhou, saying that there were a lot of delicious food there. The family was worried and tried to persuade them again and again, but they still couldn't resist her coquetry and agreed reluctantly. They split into two groups and left the carriage to the two of them so that they could catch up earlier.

Before leaving, the old couple were extremely anxious. They told them not to eat anything carelessly, stuffed silver into their pockets, and finally gave Qingyang many instructions before letting them go.

On the Qingzhou official road, Fubao sat in the carriage driven by Qingyang and waved to his family: "Don't worry, we will catch up with you within five days." In his arms was a cloth bag stuffed with five taels of silver given by Zhou Qiaoping. He watched his family members gradually get smaller, turn into black dots, and finally disappear. After the sadness, he felt endless expectations for the future.