Divorced woman with child travels through time

Chen Wenfang and her group brought their goods to the stall. As soon as the brown sugar sachima was put out, people came to ask about it. After all, everyone knew that sachima was in short supply, and if you came late, it would be gone. There were even servants who came from the next town to watch over the buyers. There was even a brown sugar flavor. Chen Wenfang had a plate of chopped brown sugar sachima on her stall for people to sample. Those who tried it praised it highly. When they asked about the price, they exclaimed, "What? Five hundred coins a pound? Madam Chen, that's too expensive!"

"Too expensive, too expensive, no way, I can't afford it."

"This is gold, is it worth five hundred coins a pound?"

"The brown sugar in this is something I specially bought from the south; it's a secret recipe. It's not expensive at all. At Mr. Li's pastry shop next door, even a regular box costs one tael of silver, and it probably doesn't even weigh a pound." Chen Wenfang took the opportunity to put down Mr. Li, who was sitting diagonally across from her, making him grit his teeth in anger.

"That's true. Weigh out two jin for me. We're not short of money for food." A chubby rich young man ordered two jin.

"Okay, here you go." Chen Wenfang handed it over with both hands.

As soon as someone buys, others follow suit, saying things like, "I'll buy a pound too!" or "I want to try half a pound; if it's good, I'll buy more."

Mr. Li quickly sent his shop assistant to buy half a jin (250 grams). He tasted one and thought, "Damn, how did this woman do that? She's too smart! I wish she could work for me. Sigh, that's just wishful thinking. Her business is probably better than mine. Since I can't use her, I have to think of something else, otherwise her business will threaten my business."

As Mr. Li ate, he pondered what to eat. The servant next to him watched with drooling mouth, wiping the drool from his mouth with his sleeve. He watched Mr. Li eat with longing eyes, thinking that he could pick up the crumbs left in the paper package later. Mr. Li was so stingy; he usually didn't give them any snacks if he didn't sell any.

Little did Mr. Li know that he hadn't come up with a solution and had unknowingly finished eating the brown sugar sachima piece after piece. When he reached for the paper package again and found it empty, he realized, "Oh dear, I ate so much!" It was all because the stuff was so delicious, melting in his mouth, that he hadn't noticed. "No, no, this stuff is sure to sell like hotcakes in the future. I have to think of a way to make it work quickly." Mr. Li was so anxious that he was pacing around in circles, almost getting agitated. After thinking for a moment, he beckoned to his servant and whispered a few words to him. The servant immediately went out the door, turned a corner, and headed towards the south gate.

Chen Wenfang still sent Dazhuang to deliver two jin of brown sugar sachima to Ouyang Jin, as she couldn't forget the kindness he had shown her.

Brown sugar sachima sells very well. Chen Wenfang went to the seed shop again and asked the owner to order 300 catties of sugarcane through someone. He said he could also buy sugarcane if she wanted it, but not next time. He only wanted sugarcane. The sugarcane could be planted on the edge of the field. It's not that picky about the land.

In the afternoon, Chen Wenfang and the others were packing up their stall when Ouyang Jin arrived.

"Madam Chen, do you still have that brown sugar syrup or something? We need to weigh me five jin!"

"Young master, you're late. The brown sugar sachima sold out this morning," Chen Wenfang said with a smile.

“No, we don’t have any left. Can you still make some? My mother is going to my maternal grandfather’s house with me tomorrow. It should take about a day. I think this stuff shouldn’t spoil. I’ll bring some for him to eat,” Ouyang Jin said earnestly.

"Young Master, what time are you leaving tomorrow? I'll have some made and sent over tomorrow. This stuff is fragrant and soft, and it's very good for older people, but it's a bit oily, so don't eat too much," Chen Wenfang instructed.

"Thank you, Madam Chen. We will depart around 3 AM tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver it before 3 AM tomorrow."

"Thank you very much," Ouyang Jin said, bowing.

Chen Wenfang shifted her body slightly to avoid the greeting, saying, "You're too kind. Madam Jiang is very filial; it's only right that I help her."

Ouyang Jin then bid farewell to Chen Wenfang, who then ordered another 500 jin of glutinous rice. Wang Erniu then drove the cart carrying the goods home.

There was a bend in the official road, and after that bend was the road to Wangjiazhuang. Because she needed to make brown sugar sachima for Ouyang Jin tomorrow, Chen Wenfang thought that she didn't have enough oil at home, so she went back and bought some more 50 catties of soybean oil and took it home so that she could make things tomorrow.

Two figures crept furtively into the bushes below a pothole beside the bend in the road. "Why aren't they here yet? I'm starving."

"Wait a little longer, it should be soon, it's getting dark."

"Damn it, I need to pee."

"Why are you making such a fuss? Lazy people have too much to do."

"Hehe, brother, don't say that. Look over there, they're coming..."

"Lower your head and don't speak."

Wang Erniu drove the carriage swiftly along the official road. There was a bend ahead, and relying on inertia, Wang Erniu pulled the reins to slow down and round the bend. When he got closer, Wang Erniu noticed a pile of scattered bits of straw on the road, and a large handful more that had fallen off the road ahead, as if someone had dropped it while pulling the carriage.

Wang Erniu, unconcerned, continued forward, cracking his whip to accelerate, preparing to cross the straw. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred: beneath the straw was a large ditch. The cart, loaded with heavy goods, threw the horse into the air. Wang Erniu struggled to control the horse, finally managing to bring it to a safe landing and pull the cart out of the ditch. However, due to a bend in the road, the cart tilted sharply, nearly overturning along with the horse and Wang Erniu. Inside, Chen Wenfang and Dazhuang exclaimed in unison, "What happened?" "What's wrong? Uncle Erniu?"

"Steady yourself, hold on tight to the carriage, it's about to overturn!" Wang Erniu shouted quickly.

The two people in the carriage quickly grabbed the handrails. Chen Wenfang saw the thick straw mat covering the oil tank and the thick quilt she usually used to cover herself, so she hurriedly pulled the thick quilt over and wrapped it under herself and Dazhuang. This way, with the carriage between them, it would cushion the fall in case it overturned.

In a moment of quick thinking, Wang Erniu deftly dismounted and, relying on his strength, firmly grasped the reins and clung to the horse's neck. The horse also gripped the ground tightly, managing to stay upright and avoid being pulled over by the inertia of the carriage.

The carriage overturned due to the excessive cargo, and Chen Wenfang and Dazhuang fell heavily to the ground. The carriage shaft was twisted and broken. Seeing that the horse was stable, Wang Erniu patted it reassuringly, then rushed to the overturned carriage, opened the curtain, and asked, "Fang'er, are you alright? Dazhuang, how are you?"

Chen Wenfang asked anxiously, "I'm fine, Dazhuang, how are you? You silly child, how did you end up at the bottom?"

Dazhuang muttered from below, "I'm fine, I'm not injured, I just got crushed."

Wang Erniu hurriedly moved the oil can, flour, meat, and vegetables that had fallen askew next to Chen Wenfang, and helped Chen Wenfang up. As soon as Chen Wenfang got up, Dazhuang struggled to get up, and Wang Erniu helped him climb out of the carriage.

Seeing this, Chen Wenfang breathed a long sigh of relief; thankfully, no one was hurt.