Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 109: The Successful Cultivation of Sixty-Eight Plants - The Sparrow Turns into a Phoenix (3)

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Chapter 109: Chapter 109: The Successful Cultivation of Sixty-Eight Plants - The Sparrow Turns into a Phoenix (3)

"Since Uncle Feng has spoken, I can’t keep declining, can I? After all, you are my uncle!" Feng Xuxu playfully joked along with Uncle Feng.

"Hahaha, I didn’t expect you, girl, to be so clever." Finally, the storm had passed, and his grain shop was saved.

"Alright, Uncle Feng, it’s settled then. However, Xiao Yuanwai sells his grain, I’ll sell it the same way. You can come anytime."

"Me? I’ll have them come over first thing tomorrow morning. The night is long and dreams many; right now, there’s a famine in town." Uncle Feng shook his head.

"Famine? What happened?" Upon hearing this, she looked at Uncle Feng.

"Oh, it’s like this, there’s no grain for sale in town right now, and the grain prices have been driven up very high."

No one is selling grain? An idea struck Feng Xuxu, right. "Uncle Feng, how about we partner up?"

"Partner up? What kind of partnership? Tell me." Uncle Feng was also interested.

"As you know, I currently occupy half of the town’s land; in the future, you could be an agent!"

"Agent?" Uncle Feng heard this term for the first time and asked, puzzled.

"An agent is, well, from now on you would only sell my family’s grain. You won’t have to put up any silver, and I will share the profits with you based on how much grain you sell."

Uncle Feng mulled it over in his head and thought it a good deal—no need to worry about his own grain going moldy, and no need for initial capital. He found the idea feasible. "Girl, that’s a good plan, I think it’s workable. By doing this, I’ll be taking advantage of you, though."

"Uncle Feng, what are you talking about? The more you sell, the more silver you earn. If you sell less or not at all, you won’t have a penny."

"Alright, then I’ll head back now and come over tomorrow morning with my seal to sign the contract." He got up and was ready to leave.

"Uncle Feng, have dinner before you go." Feng Xuxu noticed it was getting late outside, and it was almost time for the evening meal.

"No need, it gets dark early, and your aunt is waiting for me at home. I’ll come first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Uncle Feng, be sure to tell your driver to take it slow on the road tonight; it will be dark." Feng Xuxu told Uncle Feng as he walked outside, and he waved his hand, "I know, you go back inside."

Feng Xi was passing by at that moment. "Eh, isn’t that Uncle Feng?"

"Yes, he came to buy grain." Feng Xuxu walked towards the dining hall with her big brother, recounting the recent events.

"That’s good news. Our family has so much grain it might as well be a small mountain. Selling some of it is also good. Next summer, we’ll be able to harvest more grain."

"Yes, keep what’s needed for brewing, and sell the rest. I’m thinking of finding a few agents in the nearby towns, but finding the right people is a big issue." Feng Xuxu sat down in the dining hall, still deep in thought.

"You know, try it out in the town first; if it works, it’s not too late to find more people. You can’t eat a fat man in one bite." Her big brother picked up some food with his chopsticks and put it in his sister’s bowl. "Stop thinking, eat quickly."

"Yes, you eat too, big brother."

During the warm dinner under her brother’s watchful eye, she ended up eating another bowl, looking at her brother with a grievance, who just touched his hair, "You’re too skinny, eat more."

"Big brother, if I eat any more, I’ll become a little fat pig."

"You won’t get fat, don’t worry. If no one wants you, I’ll take care of you for life." Feng Xi grinned, looking at his sister, who seemed too thin no matter how he looked.

"Annoying, I’m not talking to you anymore." She stamped her foot and led Xia Lan away.

The night was quietly settling in, and Feng Xuxu continued working on a piece of clothing by the dim light of an oil lamp in her room. She finished the garment with a knot on a small corner and held it in her hands, turning it over and over, checking where the embroidery could be improved. After countless times flipping it over, she found no more faults and sat down. She opened a large bundle, pondering what else she may have forgotten to include for Xiao Chen.