Yang Ruxin smiled, "Didnât I ask Uncle Li Yi to learn how to make herbal tea before? Itâs selling pretty well, but with just him and Doctor Wang making it, the production volume is too low. Moreover, there are still too few people planting those herbs. Relying solely on everyone going up the mountains to collect them is also inadequate. I was thinking of vigorously developing herb cultivation. This way, itâs safer than going up the mountains, and besides, we shouldnât only be making herbal tea. Next, we also need to make herbal wine." Originally, the wine stored in her hidden space was meant just for her to drink, but as the quantity kept increasing, she realized she couldnât possibly drink it all by herself. So why not turn it into a business? After all, her master was the Divine Doctor, and she herself was a small divine doctor, so it was better to continue producing medicinal products. If youâre ill, it cures you; if youâre not, it strengthens your body. The products from her space were absolutely unparalleled.
Thereâs also another reason: she sensed that her ability to control the hidden space was growing weaker. She was worried the space would disappear, so she took this opportunity to transfer the items out and find sales channels. Otherwise, if all those items just sit there, itâs only a matter of time before someone notices and gets suspicious.
However, she didnât know if she would be able to wait until the workshop was completed, so currently, she still needed to find a secretive place.
"Sure." Yang Mancang nodded, "Does that need people?"
"Definitely." Yang Ruxin nodded, "Building a factory in our village will definitely use our villageâs people. But while the workshop requires a certain number of workers, everyone can plant grains and herbs. Brewing wine requires grains, and making herbal wine and tea requires herbs. At that time, anyone who is willing to plant according to my instructions will have an agreement with me to have everything bought up, and the price will definitely be higher than market rate." In the past, she led part of the community to prosperity; now, she wanted the entire village and surrounding villages to prosper.
How should I put it, the gap between rich and poor is too large and could become a hidden danger. Only by binding everyoneâs interests together can we get everyone to consciously maintain the villageâs stability.
"How do you want it done? Weâll definitely support you... Just let us know which plot you have your eye on, and weâll give it to you at the lowest price..."
"That piece behind the village near the mountain base. We can build a bridge over the river there, so my family wonât have to detour to get in and out of the village. In the future, weâll also trouble Grandpa Village Chief to be the factory manager of the distillery."
"Factory manager? Ah, haha, your Second Grandpa is the village chief, and now he has another official position?" Lin Xiaoling walked in, laughing.
"Second Grandpa has the skill, I canât let him sit idle."
"As long as Xinxin doesnât mind that Iâm old, Iâll do whatever you say, haha..."
After the discussion was settled, and refusing the Village Chiefâs wifeâs invitation to stay for lunch, Yang Ruxin happily left the village chiefâs house. She intended to visit Aunt Hehua and the two babies afterward, and also take the chance to inquire about Xiaoxiangâs matters. This route would bring her past the Yang Familyâs old house, but as she reached the old houseâs gate, it creaked open, and Yang Peili came out.
In fact, if he hadnât come out of the old house, if they had met on the road, Yang Ruxin might not have recognized him right away. It had only been two months since she last saw him, but the old man looked much older. His hair was completely white, the wrinkles on his face were like water channels, and his back was much hunched.
Yang Peili looked at Yang Ruxin and was momentarily stunned before showing an awkward smile, "Da... Xinxin, youâve come back."
Yang Ruxin smiled, nodded, and walked straight past. She didnât want to say another word to the people of the old house.
Yang Peili watched Yang Ruxinâs departing figure, sighed, and turned back into the yard. He didnât want to go out and see the vibrant smiles of others, all brought by his granddaughter, which he, as her grandfather, couldnât share in.
"Dad, werenât you going to check on the fields?" Yang Baichuan asked as he noticed Yang Peili return.
Yang Peili glanced at the son, who now looked neither male nor female, sighed, went straight into the main house, and then into the bedroom. However, the smell of urine in the room made him frown, so he retreated back to the main room, sat in a chair, took out his pipe, and took two puffs before stopping, just holding the pipe absentmindedly as if his mind had wandered.
In the room, Yang Anshi was lying on the bed like a dead fish. In the past, she could still move around and speak clearly, but now she couldnât anymore. She needed help to get up, needed to be fed and given water. What upset her the most was that she couldnât speak; whenever she opened her mouth, all that came out was drool.
The only consolation was that she wasnât completely immobile; at least her hand could still grasp things. If she needed anything, she would bang the broom against the bed edge.
At this time, she heard Yang Peili enter but not come over. She got annoyed, grabbed the broom, and banged it vigorously, making a couple of "ah" sounds.
Yang Peili acted as if he didnât hear, sitting there as if meditating.
Yang Anshi became even more agitated, banging even harder.
Yang Peili finally sighed, put away his pipe, got up, but before he could enter the inner room, Yang Baihe had already rushed out from inside: "Mom, canât you give it a rest?"
Yang Anshi stood there dumbfounded, the broom held up in mid-air, but because she had no strength, she soon let go, and it fell to the edge of the bed, half hanging before it eventually fell to the ground.
"What are you making a fuss about every day?" Yang Baihe was unfazed by Yang Anshiâs incredulous look, still full of rage, "Iâm about to marry Ma Laiwang and lead a prosperous life, what more do you want?" After speaking, she turned around and went back inside.
Yang Anshiâs mouth moved, her tears falling. She had indeed caused trouble all her life, but for what? In this world, anyone could resent her, but not her youngest daughter. Yet, when had her youngest daughterâs eyes started filling with disdain?
"Ah!" Yang Peili also sighed, walked up to the bed, picked up the broom, and placed it by Yang Anshiâs hand, "Stop causing a ruckus, this family has already been torn apart by you."
Yang Anshiâs mouth moved again but no sound came out, only a trail of drool falling along her cheek.
"Dear," Yang Peili sighed again, sitting on the bedâs edge, "ever since Daniâs family left the old house, so many things have happened, and Iâve been pondering where the problem lies." He said, taking out his pipe again but not smoking it, just smelling the scent, "But I could never figure it out, so I also resented Dani, calling them ungrateful..."