My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

After working continuously for more than half a month, the peaches are finally past their season.

At this point, the price of fruit is different again.

Because it was scarce, Yang Fenglan raised the price. Unexpectedly, many wealthy women and young ladies still loved it, and it sold out quickly.

Without canned goods, business finally calmed down.

Xu Yingying slumped in the chair. "Can I lie down now?"

"Not yet." Yang Fenglan brought over a large wooden box and placed it on the table.

Xu Yingying glanced at it and began to complain incessantly, "I hate copper coins!"

A whole box of copper coins, and they all had to be strung together one by one with string.

Twenty strings make one small string, five small strings make one hundred coins, and finally ten large strings are strung together to form a string.

Xu Yingying complained, "Why do we have to divide them into such small strings when a thousand copper coins can be strung together like this?"

Yang Fenglan felt that dividing them into such fine categories would save time and effort, as she wouldn't have to count them one by one when using them.

"I used to fantasize about counting money until my hands cramped, but when I actually did, I started to get tired of it," Yang Fenglan joked.

Xu Yingying no longer wanted to speak.

Tens of thousands of copper coins were strung together all day.

He kept complaining while making the skewers, but afterwards he was still feeling excited.

Their business ultimately made money!

A month had passed since the shop opened. After Yang Fenglan finished recording the accounts, apart from the cost and the money reserved for purchasing goods, she and Xu Yingying each took two strings of cash from the remaining amount.

For an average farming family, the average annual income is only about two strings of cash.

They accomplished it in just one month, what more could they ask for?

"Finally, I can rest." Xu Yingying threw the money into her cloth bag and prepared to lie down on the bed like a corpse.

"You can't rest yet." Yang Fenglan suddenly appeared like a ghost, grabbed Xu Yingying's hand, and pulled her from the bedside into the yard.

The setting sun cast its rays into the courtyard, creating a sense of tranquility.

The two squatted by the vegetable garden.

Xu Yingying looked at the two conspicuous plants among the cabbages, "These... are chili peppers?"

"Correct."

"Oh my god, it's chili peppers!" Xu Yingying exclaimed in surprise again. "Sister, doesn't this mean you've struck it rich? We made a deal before that you'd take care of me when you got rich, so you can't go back on your word."

“No, it’s about us getting rich together, we’re both going to be rich women.” Yang Fenglan said, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes full of affection.

“No, no, no, you found this yourself, so of course it’s yours.” Xu Yingying kept shaking her head.

Yang Fenglan knew what she was thinking. "Growing chili peppers is no easy task. Don't try to slack off. If you're going to do it, let's do it together. You can't expect me to work hard all by myself."

Xu Yingying laughed heartily, "Didn't you used to expect me to work hard too?"

"We'll rely on each other."

"It turns out that the other party can't be relied upon at all?"

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Jingwei stared blankly into her clear eyes, looking at this person and then at that person, completely unaware of what they were talking about.

There are only two chili pepper plants, so there's no hope for this year. It will take several more years before we can start making money. However, we can start preparing for chili pepper cultivation.

That is—saving money.

Yang Fenglan's plan is to plant chili peppers all over Qingyang County, and then she and her best friend will open the largest chili pepper factory in Qingyang County.

Green peppers can be made into roasted pepper sauce, and dried chilies can be sold as dried chilies, chili powder, five-spice chili powder, or made into chili oil, red oil, etc.

"I've already observed that the food in Qingyang County is very light, and the snacks are mostly sweet, like pastries, candied hawthorn, and sugar figurines. Once the chili peppers are available, we can sell super spicy crayfish in the summer and barbecue skewers in the winter. Wouldn't we make a fortune?" Yang Fenglan imagined.

"Okay, I'll invest in these projects."