I'm wearing it, but I'm still suffering.

Liu Yingcai knew that what his granddaughter said was right, and she had explained it clearly to him in the space, but didn’t he want to help the children more?

"Hey! Now that we're out, whatever you say is what's going to happen!" He replied as he walked towards the main room of his house.

But after just a few steps, he turned back and asked, "Did you bring the letter with you? When are you going to mail it?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoxiao pulled out a small rectangular piece of paper from her bosom and said, "I brought it, but the words written on it are a bit too much this time, and I'm not sure if it can fit inside the pigeon's leg."

Yes, her way of sending messages was by carrier pigeons.

There was a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg. She only needed to put the note she had written into the bamboo tube and close the lid, and the pigeon would quickly help her take the message away.

Liu Yingcai had never used carrier pigeons before, and he had no idea what his granddaughter was talking about.

But he knew that even if she couldn't fit it in, his granddaughter would find a way, so when he saw her bring the note out, he left a sentence, "Then go and deliver the letter!" and strode away.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoxiao had no choice but to take the note and go to her grandfather's house first.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhufu saw her and asked, "Why are you here at this hour? I wonder if the aunts at home are helping you?"

Liu Xiaoxiao yelled like a scoundrel, "I've already told them how to make money, how else can I help them?"

Zhufu was amused by Liu Xiaoxiao's playful behavior and shook his head helplessly, "You always have a lot of twisted ideas. Tell me! What's the matter with you coming to see Grandpa?"

Liu Xiaoxiao shook the note in her hand and replied, "Grandpa, I'm here to borrow a pigeon to deliver a message."

Zhufu pointed to the pigeon coop in the corner of the yard and said, "Go!"

Liu Xiaoxiao jumped over and opened the pigeon cage, took out a pigeon that Liu Chenfeng had given them, and said to herself, "Luckily, that young man is rich and can give a pigeon away without any hesitation. If it weren't for it, I don't know how I would deliver this letter now."

When she tried to stuff the note into the bamboo tube, she found that it really couldn't fit.

Then her eyes rolled around and she asked Cui'er for a piece of sewing thread. She carefully rolled up the note and tied it tightly with the thread. After trying to reduce its size, she gently put it into the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg.

After doing all this, she gently stroked the pigeon's feathers and whispered, "Little one, you must deliver the letter quickly."

The pigeon seemed to understand what she said and cooed twice.

After Liu Xiaoxiao released the pigeon, she turned to her grandfather and said, "Grandpa, aren't you curious about what kind of letter I sent? What if it was a love letter?"

Zhufu, who had been listening to her previous words and didn't care much, suddenly asked, "What did you say? Tell me again, what is a love letter?"

Seeing her grandfather's nervous expression, Liu Xiaoxiao burst out laughing, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "Grandpa, don't be nervous, I'm just teasing you. This letter is indeed addressed to the young master in the capital, and the contents are related to our business."

Zhufu looked at Cui'er who didn't leave because she brought needle and thread.

He said, "Xiao Cui'er! Go and see what your mother is doing! If she needs any help, your young lady doesn't have to wait here."

Cui'er knew that the master had something to discuss with the young lady, so he deliberately sent her away.

She said, "Okay, I'll go first. Call me if you need anything."

Blessing waved his hand.

After seeing that there were no outsiders in the yard, Liu Xiaoxiao took the initiative to explain the specific contents of her letter.

Zhufu nodded and agreed, "Your grandfather is right. This is the best choice we have made so far."

Liu Xiaoxiao sighed in her heart: "If only this was a red dragon fruit, I could use it to make wine. This white one, the wine made from it is not very attractive, and she won't be able to sell it!"

[No, next I must cultivate a dragon fruit with a red heart.]

How do you grow red dragon fruit? Let me think about that.

Seeing that she was thinking about something, Zhufu left without disturbing her.