Flowers in full bloom

But I finally bought a farm today. Although I don’t have much money left in my pocket after buying the farm, life will always get better and better. As long as I work hard, I will definitely have more and more money.

Thinking back to when my grandfather had just passed away and I had just come here, I was completely in the dark and didn't know if I could survive. Because of a drunken engagement between my grandfather and another old man, and also to escape the covetous eyes of my grandmother's family, I sold my ancestral property and came to the capital with my younger brother and two loyal servants.

At that time, I was so uneasy, not knowing where the road ahead was? I didn't know what to do? Fortunately, although the past six months have been hard and painful, I have finally found a foothold in Shangjing City. Although the small courtyard in front of me is a bit crowded, it is also a place for me and my younger brother to live. I bought a shop before, and now I have a farm, which is even better.

After a while, Aunt Song had quickly prepared dinner: braised chicken, pork ribs and lotus root soup, chopped pepper fish, tofu soup, celery and pork shreds, and a few vegetables, stir-fried vegetable seedlings, braised eggplant, and smashed cucumber.

There was a bowl of rice in front of each person. Hua Lei scooped a bowl of pork rib soup, took a few sips with a spoon, and praised, "Well, today's pork rib soup is really delicious, rich and fragrant, Auntie Song's cooking skills are getting better and better, everyone eat more." Everyone nodded.

Aunt Song smiled and said, "It's the best to taste good. This is the freshest pork ribs that Aunt Fu bought at the market this morning. She pointed at the celery fried pork shreds and said, 'This pork shreds are also very tender and taste good. Miss, you can try it.'"

"Good." Hualei took a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth, swallowed it and said, "It's really good." Dinner ended with everyone talking and laughing. Xiaoxiao and Zhou cleaned up the dishes and went down to wash them.

Hua Lei talked to everyone about the things on the farm, arranged the items to be purchased tomorrow, and then asked Uncle Fu to take her back to the back door of the mansion and return to Qihuayuan.

In Qihua Courtyard, Xiaoyuan had already finished dinner because Hualei had left a message for him before leaving. Hualei talked to Xiaoyuan about buying the farm and gave a general account of the situation on the farm. Then they went into the study. Xiaoyuan began to review the new lesson that the teacher had taught today, while Hualei took out a bound notebook she had made from her cloth bag, took out a homemade charcoal pencil, and began to write and draw on the notebook.

She first used charcoal to draw a rough outline of the village on a blank white paper, and even marked several surrounding villages and villages with asterisks, and then listed the general situation of the village one by one.

Hualei thought slowly as he wrote. The latest fruit produced on the farm is peaches. They can be picked in about half a month, and there will be a lot of them. Uncle Zhao said that he planned to plant five acres of land with about 200 peach trees. According to the highly developed society in the past, the output of peaches per acre would generally be 7,000 to 8,000 kilograms. Even though the planting industry is relatively backward now, judging from the fruit hanging on the trees today, the yield per acre should be about 4,000 to 5,000 kilograms. In this case, there will be about 20,000 kilograms of peaches.

If I just give this amount away, I won't be able to finish it all. So how can I turn it into silver? Hualei frowned slightly, thinking one by one, should I ask the people in the village to pull a mule cart to the village below to sell it one pound at a time, or should I set up a stall in front of my own bun shop and sell it to the neighbors? Or should I sell it at the market every day like Uncle Fu sells steamed buns?

Although the living conditions here are much better than those of the neighbors in Yi Town, but when you are still hungry, buying peaches is just to try them occasionally, right? You can't buy a lot, right? But these peaches can't hang on the tree for long? You can't wait! Unlike the cold storage and refrigerator in the past, they can be kept for half a year without going bad.

Hualei scratched his hair. Hmm, what other peach-related foods had he eaten in his previous life? Peach cakes? Peach kernels? Um, these don't seem to be made from peaches. Peach preserves, yes, that's fine, and... canned yellow peaches, no, there are no yellow peaches now, so can I make canned peaches!

Hualei quickly wrote "canned peaches" and "peach preserves" on the blank space of the paper, fearing that her inspiration would disappear in an instant. She then wrote "retail sales" below. Yes, retail sales too. Although the effect might not be good, it is still a way out. Hualei encouraged herself.

What else can peaches be made of? Hualei's brain was working at full speed. Peach jam, yes, this should be possible. There were so many cranberry jams and mulberry jams in the past life, and peaches should be able to make them. Hualei added peach jam under the word "retail".

Looking at the paper in front of her that was already filled with words, she turned another page. Well, to make candied peaches, first you need to buy sugar, and also a container to hold the finished product, so you need to buy a jar. Well, the peaches also need to be peeled, so you need a paring knife. Hua Lei thought while writing on the paper, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When Hua Lei felt that her head was empty, the paper was already filled with words.

Hua Lei put down the charcoal pencil, shook her sore hands, and looked out the window. A bright moon was already hanging in the sky. The red sunset glow had completely disappeared and the summer heat had faded away. A few breezes blew in through the window from time to time. She estimated that it was already three quarters past midnight, which should have been around ten o'clock in the evening in her previous life.

Hua Lei went out quietly and looked at the door of Xiao Yuan's study. She saw that he had finished reviewing his homework and was now copying a calligraphy work. His little body was sitting straight, holding the brush, concentrating and working meticulously.

Hualei coughed softly and urged, "Xiaoyuan, it's time to wash up and rest, you have to go to school tomorrow." "Okay, just a few more words will be done soon." Xiaoyuan replied, his eyes still on the post. Hualei went in and helped to gently tidy up the things on the desk and put the books in order.

Then he walked to the window and closed it. Turning around, he saw Xiaoyuan washing his brush and tidying up the things on his desk. He put the textbooks and calligraphy books he was going to take to the clan school tomorrow into his own book bag, and hung the brush on the pen holder.

Hualei went forward, blew out the lights, took the younger brother's hand and sent him to his room. Although Qinglu and Qingshuang were around, Hualei was always a tolerant person. So most of the time, Hualei would let them go to bed early, because they woke up much earlier than Hualei's siblings in the morning, and they also helped to repair books during the day, so they often didn't get a rest.

The room was already filled with water for washing, so she asked Xiaoyuan to wash himself. Since arriving in Beijing, he had done all the washing, dressing, and tidying up his room by himself. Qinglu and Qingshuang just had to put the water away and bring it out tomorrow morning.