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The assistant saw the Ox Cart approaching and called a few companions from inside, warmly welcoming them.
"Young Master Qi, Lady Qi, my boss at Elegant Room is waiting for you. Don't worry about the items on the cart; there will be people to help unload it, and someone will assist in parking the Ox Cart. My boss has also arranged for feeding and watering the cattle. Please follow me."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chunmiao knew that Xian Cao Mi had received a good response. The two followed the assistant to Elegant Room.
Inside Elegant Room, tea and snacks were prepared, and Lu Ziyou greeted them enthusiastically, inviting them to take a seat.
Looking out of the window at Elegant Room, they saw four assistants carrying large wooden basins inside. Lu Ziyou immediately instructed someone to hang out the Xian Cao Mi banner.
Lu Ziyou came straight to the point: "How many Xian Cao Mi can you produce in a day?"
Yu Chunmiao was momentarily taken aback. "Boss Lu, we haven't even started selling Xian Cao Mi yet. Why do you need so many?"
Lu Ziyou waved his fan, smiling broadly. "Lady Qi, you may not know this, but after tasting it among people recently, I found many well-connected individuals. Since we opened yesterday morning until now, quite a few have come asking when Xian Cao Mi will be available."
Moreover, I have more than just this one shop.
Yu Chunmiao was uncertain about how much they could produce in a day. Sipping her tea thoughtfully, she finally proposed a solution. "I can deliver twice a day, but you'll need to help me with some issues."
Lu Ziyou gestured for her to continue. Yu Chunmiao bluntly stated, "We don’t have a cart; this Ox Cart is rented and can only be used in the morning. If I save time on deliveries... I can provide the cart!"
Lu Ziyou interrupted her, saying, "No need for you two to deliver; I’ll send someone to pick it up from your place."
Satisfied, Yu Chunmiao took a sip of tea and shamelessly added, "We also lack large wooden basins; we still need one stone mill—not too big, just enough for one-handed operation."
Qi Chong was worried that with larger quantities, their small stone mortar wouldn’t be able to grind enough rice flour. Unexpectedly, he found himself clearly arranged.
It seemed his wife was indeed meticulous.
Lu Ziyou brought over paper and pen while Qi Chong wrote down their address.
Brother Qi hadn’t held a pen in a long time, but his writing skills remained sharp. Lu Ziyou watched Qi Chong write with admiration.
It was also Yu Chunmiao's first time seeing him write; one must say that ancient calligraphy was truly beautiful.
Worried that visitors might get lost, Qi Chong even drew a map.
The three discussed the details.
They agreed not to disclose that Xian Cao Mi belonged to the Qi Family and that payment would be settled on the same day. The Qi Family would not sell Xian Cao Mi to any other party.
As a businessman, Lu Ziyou drafted a contract. When it came time for signatures, Yu Chunmiao insisted that Qi Chong sign it as he was the head of the family.
Qi Chong knew that it was his wife giving him face. Although he didn't care much for these things, he still signed his name with a flourish.
As he was leaving, Qi Chong couldn't help but ask, "What about Yu Daman? How is he?"
Lu Ziyou replied softly, "I've already made discreet inquiries. He seems to have some issues. I've sent someone trustworthy to keep an eye on him; we just need to catch him in the act."
Yu Chunmiao suggested a cunning plan: "Let's set up a gambling scheme for him. Once he runs out of money, he'll be forced to act quickly."
Lu Ziyou laughed heartily, "Sister-in-law, this plan is quite clever."
On their way, the Ox Cart carried not only Qi Yuan but also four large wooden basins and a total of sixteen basins provided by Lu Ziyou.
There was also a stone mill with a diameter of thirty centimeters, which seemed to have been purchased on a whim.
As they passed through the town, Yu Chunmiao bought an entire bag of rice, weighing at least a hundred pounds.
The grain shop clerk's eyes widened in disbelief; the two of them looked like poor people, yet here they were, spending money on such a large quantity of white rice.
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