Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

When Yun Huaikang and Gan Yuwan returned at night, they had just tied up the oxcart when they were surrounded by several girls who chattered about it.

The couple couldn't sit still after hearing this. They even forgot to eat and squatted down with Fan Sibo by the newly planted field to study it for a long time.

Upon hearing that potatoes could yield 1,000 jin per mu and corn could yield 500 jin per mu, Yun Huaikang squatted at the edge of the field, gazing at the few rows of fresh soil. After a long while, he stood up and said to Gan Yuwan:

"We'll have to plant a lot of them. Once we've saved up some more money, we'll buy a plot of land on the mountain and plant it all. If it grows successfully, we can make a lot of money just from selling the seeds next year."

Although Fan Sibo has the world in his heart, he now feels that only by producing more crops can he make those in power see them and pay attention to them.

Gan Yuwan immediately took a liking to the chili peppers and tomatoes.

"My daughter had been saying that as long as you have these chilies, you can make offal taste like the kind you can't find even in Beijing."

"Just think about it, from now on, when those young women and housewives come in for dessert, they'll casually buy a bowl of spicy, glistening braised pork intestines to take home. Do you think our business won't be good?"

She picked up the packet of tomato seeds again, admiring it.

"Tomatoes are both a vegetable and a fruit, and they're nutritious to eat. If you put them on the counter, their bright red color is so appealing."

She looked around her backyard and suddenly felt that there wasn't enough space anywhere.

She frowned, then an idea came to her: "Didn't we take over the shop of that clinic next door? The yard there is just overgrown with weeds, but the soil is fertile. Tomorrow we'll take some of these seeds and plant them there first, so they won't all be crammed together here and there won't be any room to even step."

After discussing it, everyone agreed that it made sense.

Yun Huaikang had already begun to calculate in his mind how many plots of land he could expand into the backyard of the clinic.

The next morning, Fan Sibo hitched up the oxcart and prepared to go to Su Qing's place for class.

He stood by the car and hesitated for a long time. He really wanted to stay home and till the land with his father-in-law.

But he couldn't miss Mr. Su's class, so he packed some seeds and put them in his pocket, intending to take them to show Mr. Su.

Upon arriving at Su Qing's study, Fan Sibo recounted what had happened the previous day and presented Su Qing with the seeds.

Su Qing was also extremely surprised.

After arranging today's lessons for Yun Ziyan and Yun Shengsheng, he went to the backyard with Fan Sibo.

Two young servants carrying hoes followed behind.

Upon reaching the vegetable garden in the backyard, Su Qing lifted the corner of his robe, took the hoe handed to him by his page, and personally turned the soil and made ridges. Although his movements were not as nimble as those of an old farmer, they were still quite skillful. Fan Sibo watched inwardly and sighed: "A gentleman is indeed a gentleman; even his farming is more methodical than others."

After hearing about this, Old Li also came over.

He stood at the edge of the field with his hands behind his back for a long time, then rolled up his sleeves and said, "Make way, make way, you scholars are too refined when it comes to farming. Watch me."

The five men had been working in the field all day, and when they finally straightened up, they looked at each other, their faces covered in mud.

Old Li went even further, shamelessly asking Fan Sibo for a small handful of seeds when he left.

"I'll take it back and show it to that person too."

He didn't say who it was, but Yun Shengsheng thought it was either Butler Chen or Yan Shijin.

Yun Shengsheng stopped caring about farming after that.

She was self-aware; having worked on agricultural investment projects in her past life was one thing, but having her personally squat in the field to distinguish which stalk was a seedling and which was a weed was quite another.

When it comes to farming, her parents are better than her even with their eyes closed.

Two days later, several of Gan Yuwan's nephews and nieces from her maternal family arrived.

Gan Lumou, the third son of her eldest brother Gan Dacai, was fifteen years old and very handsome. As soon as he entered the door, he called out, "Third Aunt, Third Aunt, what do you need me to do?"

The two boys from the second brother Gan Ercai's family—sixteen-year-old Gan Lusheng and fourteen-year-old Gan Luxuo—were both strong and robust, able to carry sacks of flour without even breaking a sweat.

Gan Luxuan, the eldest daughter of the third brother Gan Sancai, is fourteen years old this year. She is nimble and has two dimples when she smiles, and she looks like an easy person to get along with.

Gan Yuwan divided the people into two groups.

The pastry shop had been operating for a while and was almost ready, so she asked Zhao Shi and her eldest daughter Yun Xiaoxiao to take charge of it together with Yun Pianpian, while Gan Luxuan, Yun Shuangshuang, and Yun Qiaoqiao helped out.

Several girls huddled together, chattering away as they kneaded dough, making the shop as lively as a private performance.

Gan Yuwan herself, along with three young men—Gan Lumou, Gan Lusheng, and Gan Luxuo—are fully committed to preparing for the opening of the dessert shop.

Over the past few months, she relied on Yun Shengsheng's fragmented descriptions and her own repeated experiments.

We've already created over thirty different desserts: red bean paste, mung bean soup, sesame paste, osmanthus lotus root starch, rock sugar pear, honey-preserved yam, almond tofu, peanut pudding, red date and white fungus soup, milk custard, ginger milk curd, walnut milk, lily and lotus seed soup, sweet fermented rice balls...

Everything was prepared in advance and stored in large earthenware jars. The jars were lined up on the counter, and when the lids were lifted, a sweet aroma wafted out.

Whatever the guests want to eat, we just scoop it out of the earthenware pot and serve it to them; there's no need to light a fire or cook a stove, which is very convenient.

Moreover, she noticed a phenomenon—when guests sat down to eat dessert, their mouths were idle, their eyes were idle, and when they were idle, they couldn't help but order a few more plates of pastries to eat with them.

After finishing a bowl of sweet yogurt, I would casually buy a pound of mung bean cakes to take home; this happened several times a day.

The two shops essentially fed each other's business.

The dessert shop officially opened on October 20th.

Although Zhen Linqing was not in Taijing County, he made clear instructions before he left. Xue Liang personally led people to deliver several gifts to his door and also sent several large strings of firecrackers.

Firecrackers went off in the alley for about 15 minutes, leaving scraps of red paper scattered all over the ground, creating quite a lively scene.

As soon as the shop door opened, half the alley was packed with people.

Some people come into the shop and sit down to savor the food, while others bring their own large, rough porcelain bowls and ask the waiter to fill them with sesame paste to take home and comfort their children. Those whose bowls aren't big enough even complain that they're missing out.

This alley is usually not crowded, but today it was packed like a temple fair – even the candied hawthorn vendors moved their stalls several feet over here because of the aroma.

The dessert shop was the only one of its kind in the entire county, and even the young ladies from the wealthy man's mansion would send their maids and servants to queue up to buy it.

Some of the maids were visiting for the first time. They peeked around at the door for a long time, and then went back to their mistresses to describe the lively atmosphere of the shop in vivid detail.

Almond tofu is as white as jade, and osmanthus wine is so fragrant that the whole room smells of osmanthus when you open the lid.

The Yun family's business was so good that it attracted the attention of the entire street.

Of course, there are also many jealous people who gossip behind people's backs...