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So, I have prepared a long-term plan for everyone. From now on, we will be hunting and making sugar in October, which will provide us with extra income each month.
Everyone was momentarily dazzled by the prospect of wealth and didn't think about the future.
"What is this long-term plan? Village Chief, don't keep it to yourself," someone urged.
Qi Chong loudly proclaimed two words: "Yan Ye."
This sparked another round of hushed discussions. Lin Qiujiu hurriedly asked Yu Chunmiao, "Is this your idea too?"
Yu Chunmiao shook his head and replied, "No, I don't understand this either. Qi Chong said he read about it in a book; my father-in-law mentioned it to him before. In the south, Yan Ye can be sold in the north; no matter how much you have, someone will buy it. You can trade it for war horses beyond the border, and there are ships that come to load it up, supposedly selling it to the Wu Huan Kingdom."
Qi Chong interrupted the discussion loudly: "Starting tomorrow, fill in all the traps on the mountain; everyone should focus on making sugar. Once my new house is finished, I will take a trip far away to bring back Yan Ye seeds and blueprints for a curing house."
"What about our rice fields?" someone asked.
Qi Chong explained, "In the first season, we plant Yan Ye; in the second season, we plant rice. With the money we earn, we can use it to offset our taxes. The rice from the second season will be kept for food; we can plant as much as we want."
With eight taels of silver in hand, this hurdle is easily crossed. Even if Yan Ye doesn't make money, saving a little will be enough for us, not to mention we can still make sugar for a month.
Everyone agreed and dispersed after discussing the finances.
On their way home, the couple ran into Qi Yuan coming down from the mountain. He had been busy with five of his brothers working on their new house for half a month. The house was nearly done; they just needed to put on the roof and tiles.
Shi Song went to town every three days to visit Yu's Bone Setting to get acupuncture from that official. The Wu siblings rented a house in town for long-term companionship. During this time, they visited several times; Wu Shengnan accompanied Qi Yuan with carpentry work while Wu Dayong went to help Tang Qingqing make sugar.
Through these visits, Tang Qingqing learned about this rough man's intentions, and when her family discussed it, they all agreed to their marriage.
When Wu Dayong came again, he brought a matchmaker along with a cart full of betrothal gifts. However, they decided to wait until his superior recovered from illness before proceeding with the wedding.
The Qi family also received their first red packet sent by Lu Ziyou—a total of four hundred eighty taels after a month and a half. Most of it came from milk tea and Double Skin Milk; as the weather cooled down, Xian Cao Mi was selling less.
In the afternoon, Qi Chong was calculating accounts in his room. Including what he made from half a month of Xian Cao Mi at the beginning of August, he had over four hundred thirty taels in hand. This was just from one household.
Yu Chunmiao playfully nestled against him, her fingers lightly gliding down from his chin.
"Yu Chunmiao, stop it, it's broad daylight." The man's voice was hoarse yet restrained.
He had miscalculated three times already, and soon they would hold a family meeting to discuss buying construction materials; everything needed an estimate.
Feeling that the person in his arms had quieted down a bit, Qi Chong reset the abacus in his hands, bracing himself to start over.
Suppressing a surge of arrogance, Qi Chong began to calculate again. Just as his slender fingers danced across the beads, he suddenly paused. With a sharp exclamation, the abacus was swept to the floor.
Yu Chunmiao sprang up, sticking her tongue out at the man slumped over the table before darting away.
Qi Chong clutched his lower abdomen, too stunned to move. After a long moment, once the tingling sensation subsided, he bent down to pick up the abacus and started anew.
That night, Yu Chunmiao faced the consequences.
For the first time, her hands were bound, leaving only her waist free to move. She slowly began to ignore the feeling of being restrained, abandoning futile struggles and relaxing instead. Soon enough, she found herself experiencing deeper pleasures.
Her toes slipped from the man's swiftly moving waist, creating an ever-widening distance between them. The man grew bolder, releasing her hands to grasp her waist instead, forming a pivot point to prevent her from falling off the edge of the bed.
Her head hung over the side of the bed as she opened her eyes; everything in the room swirled and tilted, making it hard for her to focus. Just like her current state, everything felt dizzying and chaotic.
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