Exiled to Lingnan, the Crown Prince's wife raises children, cultivates the land, and leads the

"Sister-in-law, we're back!"

Jin Yanzhi's loud and boisterous voice rang out; the sound had already arrived before he even entered.

"Sister-in-law, guess how much money we made today!"

Jin Yanzhi shouted excitedly.

Not only Cheng Qiqi, but the entire Jin family gathered around. Now, the whole family has joined in the sauerkraut porridge business!

Sold out?

Cheng Qiqi glanced at it and said, "That should be less than a thousand coins."

She cooked three pots of porridge and two large vats of pickled cabbage today. Don't underestimate this spoonful of pickled cabbage, which costs only two coins. The cost is very low, but the profit is very high.

"Sister-in-law, your prediction was incredibly accurate!"

Jin Yanzhi's eyes sparkled, and he excitedly took out all the money, saying, "It's a total of nine hundred and sixty coins, almost a thousand coins."

"We were supposed to come back earlier today. We went to buy food, but for some reason, there was a long line at the rice shop."

Jin Yanzhi's mouth hadn't stopped talking since he entered the room: "We finally managed to snatch three pecks of rice."

"Three dou and thirty sheng of rice, six hundred wen."

"The glutinous rice cost twenty-five coins per catty, so we bought two liters."

Jin Yanzhi added, "It cost a total of 650 coins. The remaining 310 coins are all here."

"It must be almost Chinese New Year."

Jin Lizhi added, "We also bought oil paper, which cost thirty coins."

They had been in exile for three months, and by the time they arrived here in December, it was indeed almost the New Year.

"Yes, it's two hundred and eighty coins."

Jin Yanzhi slapped his forehead and quickly swore, "Sister-in-law, we didn't embezzle a single penny!"

"good."

Cheng Qiqi praised the rice, looking at the pile of grains of rice, and said, "From now on, we'll use this rice to make porridge. And the cabbage I bought before—the cost is all written down in the notebook. We'll settle the accounts tonight, and we won't split the money!"

Cheng Qiqi spoke fluently, explaining that although everyone had participated, there were many people but little money, resulting in even less money being distributed among them.

"Lotus leaves are easily torn, so we wrap them in oil paper with a buy-ten-get-one-free offer, so that everyone can eat with more peace of mind when they buy them home."

Cheng Qiqi explained that the sauerkraut porridge business had just started, and Jin Yanzhi and Jin Lizhi didn't need her to worry about them at all. She was very satisfied, and this was the kind of business that suited her to be a hands-off manager!

Cheng Qiqi kept the accounts perfectly accounted for, and then the Leng family came to her door.

This time, the old woman's attitude was even better than last time, and she even had a smile on her face.

"You want 30% profit?"

When Granny Leng heard Cheng Qiqi's words, the smile on her face instantly froze. She got up and left. The Jin family were just exiled prisoners, yet they wanted to take 30% of the profits.

Why doesn't she just fly to the sky?

The old woman grew angrier the more she thought about it: "Xiaoyu, we absolutely cannot agree to this! So what if she knows how to make sugar? She wants 30% of the profits? Does she really think money falls from the sky?"

"If we delay her, she'll eventually come obediently to work at the sugar factory, won't she?"

The old woman gritted her teeth in anger.

"Grandma, but we really can't find anyone. We could definitely make more money selling such good candy."

Leng Yu hesitated before speaking, then said, "My uncle also said that something happened to the Kong family in the county. We...we also need to think of a way. I..."

"Smack."

The old woman slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Your uncle is just making a fuss over nothing. The Kong family got so much money from us, what could possibly happen to our sugar mill?"

"But your grandfather, that doctor is no good. The medicine he prescribed is completely useless."

The old woman frowned and said, "Xiaoyu, go and fetch the doctor again tomorrow."

"oh."

Leng Yu rubbed his sore shoulder, wondering why his grandmother had such a strong grip.

"No need to rush, the Leng family won't be able to hold their ground for long."

As the Leng family members left, Marquis Zhongyong comforted them, saying, "Our first batch of supplies is about to arrive, so you should all stay up late tonight."

"Father, I'm not in a hurry."

Cheng Qiqi wasn't worried at all. If the sugar shop was really as her father-in-law said, then in the future, it would be the Leng family begging her to step in.

supplies?

Cheng Qiqi became curious. The Jin family, who had been exiled, had suffered a lot along the way. What kind of backup plan could they possibly have left?

Soon, Cheng Qiqi found out.

The cargo filled seven carts, one of which contained grain. Although the rice was still unpolished, there was also a bag of polished rice.

They had more warm clothes, two for each person, so there was no problem with changing them. Although the styles were a bit ugly, that was good, because it suited their status as exiled prisoners!

The best thing would be a big cotton quilt.

Winters in Lingnan are not considered cold, but only relatively speaking; the nights are still cold.

Because her daughter is young, she has to take out a thick quilt from her storage space every night to cover herself with, and then put the quilt away in the morning.

"Young Madam, this is for Miss An'an..."

Heitu specially brought out the wide-brimmed bamboo hat he had given to An'an; it was a small, exquisitely woven bamboo hat. She asked, "Did you make this? Why would you give this to An'an?"

The wide brim of the hat was just enough to block out the scorching sun of Lingnan.

"Miss An'an likes to go mushroom picking with Miss Yun, and I think this suits her well."

Hei Tu paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Heitu is going to the Northwest. He likes An'an, and the straw hat he made by hand is a token of his affection."

Marquis Zhongyong spoke.

"Then I'll thank you on An'an's behalf."

Cheng Qiqi accepted the wide-brimmed bamboo hat. Holding it in her hand, she noticed that the bamboo strips were very thin and had been polished, making them very smooth. The bamboo had been coated with copper oil, which increased the lifespan of the hat.

The inside was lined with oiled paper and woven with hemp rope. Upon closer inspection, a small character could be seen in the corner. Cheng Qiqi carefully examined it before saying, "An?"

"No wonder An'an likes Uncle Beard; he put a lot of thought into this hat."

Cheng Qiqi sat on the newly made, soft bed, which was still covered with straw, but the mattress was thicker and the quilt was softer than before.

The sheets were still the same old ones, but the cotton inside was now fluffy and soft.

As night deepened, Marquis Zhongyong and Jin Mozhi chatted all night. As dawn broke, Marquis Zhongyong said, "I'll definitely take good care of your wife and daughter!"

"Father, I'll go start a fire."

Jin Mozhi didn't sleep all night, but was even more energetic. After lighting the fire this time, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to light a fire for a long time.

Cheng Qiqi appeared in the kitchen yawning. She wasn't surprised to see Heitu, knowing he was leaving. After cooking the porridge, Cheng Qiqi specially made a few pancakes: "Have a safe journey."

With a steaming hot scallion pancake in hand, Jin Mozhi said, "If you need anything, come to Chongshan."

"OK."

Cheng Qiqi smiled and nodded, but a strange feeling arose in her heart. Why did this person sound like someone who was about to travel far away, and why did he sound so worried about his wife?