Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 83 Kneeling Down to Beg for the First Slot (11)

Xiaobai, covered in dirt, squatted there, her tail wagging excitedly at the sight of Sister Feng: "Sister, look, this is the Gold King." Xiaobai stretched out her paw towards a small, thin gold-colored snake lying on the ground. The Gold King, seeing Feng Xuxu approach, straightened up, hissing, and watched her warily.

"Roar..." With one roar from Xiaobai, the Gold King immediately became wilted and lay back down in its spot.

Feng Xuxu pointed at the Gold King and asked Xiaobai, "What’s wrong with it?"

"I caught it, so it’s angry! Sister, you just need to bond with Xiaojin, and then, you’ll be able to understand what Xiaojin says. Not only that, but the space will be upgraded by ten levels." Xiaobai excitedly rolled around on the ground, having taken another successful step towards becoming human.

"How do I bond?" Feng Xuxu, curious about what a space upgrade would look like, asked anxiously. Turning her head to look at the Gold King again, it seemed half dead and had lost its initial impulse.

"Forget it, I don’t want to force it. We’ll talk when it’s willing." Feng Xuxu shook her head, feeling that forcing things was never as good as voluntary willingness, so why bother?

Not in the best of moods, she left the space and went to the wine cabinet to pour herself a cup of fruit wine. She leaned against the window, staring at the moon above, and without realizing, she drank too much and stumbled to her bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Time always slipped by when one was unaware. It had been a month since the last time she brewed wine, and if it hadn’t been for Uncle Ma’s early reminder, she would have forgotten all about this day.

"Miss Feng, I am here on the master’s orders to collect wine," Di An said to Feng Xuxu with a fist and palm salute, respectfully speaking.

Feng Xuxu looked at the guard still dressed in black and thought: a flashy master and a cool guard, what a combination. Shaking her head, she waved her hand and sold the three thousand jars of wine stored in the warehouse to Xiao Chen. According to the original deal of ten taels per jin, three thousand jin was thirty thousand taels. Holding the thirty thousand-tael silver note in her hand, she thought about giving it to the butler to record later.

After the wine was loaded onto the carts, Di An led the parade of more than a dozen horse-drawn carts filled with wine, moving slowly, careful not to spill any, toward the town in a long line.

Feng Xuxu looked at the now empty warehouse and pondered brewing another batch in the next few days. Different fruits would produce different wines. She had hired quite a few house servants, assigning more than a dozen to work here daily. Although the amount wasn’t much, it would accumulate over a month. She nodded to herself, planning to instruct the butler to pick out a few careful workers when she returned.

After leaving the winery, Feng Xuxu passed by the fields where the chili peppers had been almost entirely picked. The cowpeas were still blooming here and there, and she estimated there might be another harvest. The watermelons were mostly harvested, with probably only a few thousand jins left. From May to August, the fields had been busy for three consecutive months, and they were finally reaping a bountiful harvest.

Feng Xuxu arrived at the accounting office and saw the butler comparing items against a list, spreading out the ledger, writing, and calculating. The butler also served as the accountant, diligently completing the tasks assigned without needing any supervision from her, and never complaining like she did.

"Miss, when did you come in? If there’s anything you need, just send someone to call me," the butler said, looking up to see the young miss standing at the doorway, then leaving his seat to come forward.

"I just came over from the fields. There’s nothing much; I just came to have a look around here." She then took out the thirty thousand-tael silver note from her wide sleeves, "This is from selling three thousand jins of wine just now; you keep it safe."

The butler accepted the silver note, glanced at the number thirty thousand on it, and promptly put it away.

"Miss, the villa is gradually getting on track. I used to be able to handle everything by myself, but since we started selling chilies, watermelons, and pickled cowpeas, we’ve had buyers coming almost every day. Our villa is still in need of an accountant," the butler said, looking tired yet still holding up, a wave of guilt washing over Feng Xuxu.