Everyone at the dining table quieted down. In the yard, people were eating with lively chatter, arguing noisily over a piece of dried fish, creating a boisterous atmosphere. Inside, everyone’s thoughts followed Lu Chuan’s words. Even Wu Lan, looking at her future son-in-law, saw that he wasn’t appearing overly delicate anymore! Look at him, isn’t he just so bright?! No wonder people online say if agricultural products aren’t processed, farmers only earn hard money. As for their family... well, their family does earn quite a bit. But the main thing is that this way of thinking about making money pairs so well with their family’s Tantan! Of course, considering the price they’re selling the mugwort at this time, they didn’t expect to make much money from this deal, but this proposal is extremely useful. Xin Jun, who had been busy with the guesthouse, unusually spoke up: "We should ask first." "The manpower in our village is scarce, and the workload is almost at capacity, adding or reducing one task actually doesn’t make much difference." "If you’re not planning to make extra money from this deal, why not ask the borderlands if any of their families need this income?" "If they have arrangements, we can just send over the raw materials." Song Tan nodded, finished her meal quickly, and then picked up her phone: "I’ll coordinate." Lu Chuan noticed that she only had a small bowl, whereas he had two large ones, so he leaned over to ask Qiaoqiao: "Do you want to have Basque cake this afternoon? We still have unused ingredients from last time. If you do, ask Chen Chi to bring a kettle of fresh milk." Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up: something he hadn’t tried before! And he could share it with Chen Chi! He immediately nodded: "Yes, yes!" Speaking of fresh milk, Seventh Uncle also mentioned: "Recently, a few calves were born, and we can milk one or two buckets a day. However, this can’t be stored and everyone seems to be getting tired of drinking it constantly..." "How about we leave each person a cup’s worth every day, and I’ll turn the rest into condensed milk... didn’t Xiaochuan make it well last time? It also keeps well." What’s wrong with that? Song Sancheng laughed: "Uncle, the kitchen is your domain, you decide how to handle it." And Lun Jing, who had been busy selecting products for the guesthouse, hesitated for a moment and then asked: "If there’s extra milk, could I buy some?" Wu Lan looked over curiously: "You like drinking it? You should have said so earlier, drink as you please." Lun Jing shook her head: "If it were just for me, I’d have the nerve to drink anytime. I’m thinking, if the family can’t finish it, could I buy it to make milk tea for the guesthouse?" She’s been here for a while and knows that Song Tan’s family’s farm delivers not just cow’s milk but also goat’s milk daily, but the amounts are unstable and not much. After all, these are not professional dairy cows; they are milked purely because the calves didn’t finish drinking to avoid waste. Such a small amount isn’t worth processing, and drinking it, the family can’t finish it. Although people outside can’t even buy it, drinking it every day is quite a load. Now that Lun Jing suggested making milk tea, Zhang Yanping was the first to respond: "Sure! Your guesthouse is high-end, selling some milk tea fits perfectly. As long as there are guests, there’s no worry about milk tea not selling." Plus, there aren’t many rooms there, just the right amount for the milk and goat’s milk, making it a viable business! Lun Jing then smiled: "I’m just trying to create some income, and it’s all thanks to you having such good stuff—just to be clear, even in a family, business is business." "You can’t refuse my payment." Having spent a long time together, everyone knew each other’s personalities, and Wu Lan immediately nodded: "Alright!" Qiaoqiao also raised his hand high: "Then can we also sell Basque cake together? My brother can make it, let him make it too." Lun Jing glanced at her son and then softly said to Qiaoqiao: "Sweetie, your Brother Lu Chuan doesn’t listen ; he only makes cakes for people he likes, so it’s unlikely those guesthouse guests would get any." She intended this as a tease, but Qiaoqiao thought for a moment and then nodded: "That’s right! Just like Seventh Uncle cooking for us because he likes us!" "When I cook in the future, it’ll also be because I like you all." Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they laughed. Seventh Uncle, with a stern face, muttered quietly: "Thick-skinned, who likes you, shameless." Meanwhile, in the living room, Song Tan was also on the phone with the people from the borderlands. "...Our proposal is , depending on which cooperation model you prefer on your end." After she explained her idea, the person on the other side didn’t make an immediate choice, but instead focused on another point: "Do we really have to wait until the Dragon Boat Festival? Can’t we supply now?" She replied helplessly: "The first batch of mugwort sprouts has already been sent to you; plants need time to grow." "Moreover, I chose medicinal mugwort, which requires a full growth cycle to achieve the best medicinal properties—cutting it by the Dragon Boat Festival is already quite fast." The other side explained earnestly: "You don’t understand, our situation here is difficult! It’s only early April, and mosquitoes are already swarming..." There wasn’t much Song Tan could do about that: "We just grow a limited amount of mugwort; a continuous supply is not feasible. Why else would we do such laborious work just to save some mugwort?" "Honestly, if you didn’t specifically need it, after the Dragon Boat Festival, we could harvest the mugwort, age it for three to five years, and make them into mugwort sticks for effective treatments." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Customers wouldn’t have to worry." The people on the other end understood this as well, and considering the price offered here—they did make sure not to let others incur losses, and some profits were made, but compared to their original business... Forget it, it’s embarrassing to mention. Thinking it through, the Dragon Boat Festival will do. In the lunar May, which corresponds to the solar June or July, is the peak mosquito season for their region anyway. The conditions over the next couple of months aren’t so bad; with adequate precautions, they’ll manage. Quality materials should be used wisely! Being the first time collaborating , Song Tan felt a slight sense of respect, so she respectfully said: "Alright then, before the Dragon Boat Festival, we’ll produce a small batch of samples and send them over. You can see if they work. If not, we can terminate the cooperation without affecting our future plans." In essence, they just don’t want to sign a contract! The person in charge on the other side remembered how well sought-after and popular the items from the other family were, and their reputation... For this trivial amount of money, why burden anyone with a contract!