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After hearing Xiangxiu's words, the old lady calmed down slightly, but her face was still contorted with rage.

"Ahem... You're right. Do you know when the young master plans to bring the young lady back?"

Xiangxiu said somewhat angrily, "I asked, but those lowly hussies actually said that the young master ordered that no one in our courtyard should answer if asked..."

Madam Cui smashed the teacup in her hand to the ground, pounded the bed beneath her, and angrily said:

"This is outrageous! I'm not dead yet, and everyone in this mansion is supposed to obey him? Do these servants even respect me as their master?"

Such disrespect for one's grandmother! I, I, I... I'm going to write to my uncle and tell him to come back and teach this unfilial descendant a lesson!

Xiangxiu didn't reply, but simply placed a small table on the bed and brought paper and pen to the old lady.

The servants in the house usually respected her as the old lady, but when it came to the young master's orders, the old lady was treated like an outsider in their eyes.

The old lady, holding paper and pen, suddenly realized:

"No, we can't let the master know that that bitch's child has been found... Take it away, take it away."

Xiangxiu sighed helplessly; the old lady was truly getting old and her mind wasn't working properly anymore.

If it weren't for the years of master-servant relationship, and because she was the master's mother, she really couldn't stand this master who acted on a whim.

"Madam, if you don't tell the master, won't the young master tell you?"

Before the young master realizes what's happening, you should write a letter to the master first; that would show your genuine delight.

Maybe the old man will be so happy that he'll come back for the New Year this year.

Although Madam Cui disliked that granddaughter, Xiangxiu's words made sense.

She suppressed her anger and wrote a long, rambling piece, mostly about missing her son and wondering how he was doing.

Then she wrote about Cui Yifeng's disrespect towards her, how even the servants in the mansion didn't respect her, the old lady of the Cui family, and so on.

The woman's daughter was only mentioned in the very last sentence.

The old lady put down her brush, rubbed her sore wrists, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"If he had the patience to read it all, he could have known in advance."

If he ignores me again like before, then he deserves it, and I can't blame him.

"Once the writing is completely dry, I will send it to the old man immediately."

Xiangxiu nodded and carried away the small table on the bed: "Then let the old lady continue to sleep for a while."

The old lady lay back in bed, tossing and turning with her eyes closed, unable to fall asleep, and remained awake until dawn...

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Xu family...

Xu Zhenzhen squeezed onto Xu Qing's bed and told him in detail what had happened during the day.

"Mom, your bed is so comfortable. It's so soft and smells so nice."

Xu Qing thought that most people's beds in this era were just covered with some straw.

Those with better means might weave a straw mat, somewhat like a palm-fiber mat in modern society.

Zhou Chenggong said his bed has cotton quilts, but nothing is as comfortable as a Simmons mattress...

This gave her a clue; maybe she could try selling mattresses.

There is a modern type of spring mattress that uses wire wound into springs and assembled together, with padding layers added to both the top and bottom of the spring core, which is also very comfortable.

However, it seems that ironware was also controlled in this era, so where would she get so much iron to make a mattress for her...

A latex mattress is worth trying.

There was a time in my past life when it seemed like all kinds of latex products were all the rage worldwide, like latex mattresses and latex pillows.

In order to buy a genuine, all-natural latex mattress, her friend even asked someone to specially purchase it from abroad.

Therefore, she had some knowledge of the latex mattress manufacturing process and roughly knew how it was made.

First, plant some rubber trees and collect the latex produced by them.

One foaming process involves mixing natural and synthetic latex.

Add all necessary additives such as vulcanizing agents, gelling agents, and antioxidants, and stir mechanically while adding soap and air.

Then the foam is poured into the mold, vulcanized or cured, and then cleaned and dried.

She can buy the additives needed for the foaming process in the online store, but the mixing equipment is not available here.

However, for small-scale production, manual mixing should also be possible.

Xu Qing made up his mind to give it a try. If it worked, it would add another source of income, and this business was something that no one else could learn.

Seeing Xu Qing deep in thought, Zhenzhen didn't disturb her. Instead, she planned to lift her mother's bamboo mat to see how it was laid out underneath.

If she learns this, she can go back and rearrange her own bed.

Seeing this, Xu Qing quickly changed the subject:

"Zhenzhen, are you sure that person saw you?"

Zhenzhen loosened the bamboo mat and said cautiously:

"Mother, you promised me that even if I go back to the Cui family, you will still be my mother. Please don't lie to me..."

Xu Qing patted Zhenzhen's fluffy head and said:

"When have I ever lied to you? However, the Cui family should be keeping a memorial tablet for your mother."

If you call me "Mother," then how do you address your own mother? How about this, you call me "Godmother"?

Zhenzhen was a little unhappy, but she still agreed, because in her heart Xu Qing was her mother.

It's just a name, no need to overthink it.

"Then can I call you 'Mom' in private, and 'Godmother' in front of the Cui family?"

Although there was no need to dwell on it, the thought of the baby calling her "mother" while she had to call her "godmother" made Zhenzhen feel a pang of sadness and unease.

This time it was Xu Qing's turn to nod: "Maybe your brother will come to pick you up tomorrow. Are you ready, Zhenzhen? Are you scared?"

Zhenzhen hugged Xu Qing's arm and rubbed against him affectionately: "I'm not afraid, because I have you all."

Now that she has made her decision, she will forge ahead bravely. With her family by her side, what is there to be afraid of?

How much worse can it get?

She refused to believe that things could be worse than when she was a beggar.

As the mother and daughter talked, Zhenzhen fell asleep without realizing it. Xu Qing covered her with a light blanket and then fell asleep as well.

The next morning, the villagers planting sweet potatoes in the fields were drawn to the long convoy of vehicles.

They all straightened their backs, casting envious and curious glances.

"So many carriages! What precious items are they carrying?"

"Why don't we go take a look? It looks like they're heading towards Xu Qing's house."

"But I haven't finished planting these sweet potatoes yet. What if they get scorched by the sun when it comes out later?"

"Hey, it's the same if we come back after seeing it, it won't take long. Don't you want to see what important person is looking for Xu Qing? If they need to hire people for some job, we can sign up first..."

The villagers' fields were mostly adjacent to each other, and every word of this reached everyone's ears.

Everyone was somewhat tempted; it was a horse-drawn carriage, and only the wealthy families in town owned one.

This long, seemingly endless caravan, entirely pulled by horses, speaks volumes about the man's wealth...

Unfortunately, the carriage behind them was covered with a tarpaulin, which blocked the villagers' view and made them even more curious.

"I'm a little thirsty, I'll go back and get some water before I come back to work."

"I'm going back to see if my wife has made breakfast yet. I'm hungry, I can't work anymore."

One by one, they put down their hoes and slowly walked towards Xu Qing's house.