Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Chapter 452 1-Year Agreement

After hearing what Awang said, Master Chen quickly began to think. If he were to start a pastry business, with the connections he had accumulated in this area, the major mansions would at least give him some respect.

Although the profits in this business are not as lucrative as those in the medicine, silk or jewelry business, this is the children's first time to get involved in business, and as elders, we should give them support.

As Mr. Chen pondered, Awang summoned up his courage again and said, "Dad, what I really want to make is baba, the kind that ordinary people can afford and eat, like corn baba." Awang paused for a moment and continued, "I hope the baba I make not only tastes good, but more importantly, can actually fill my stomach, not just serve as a snack after dinner."

When Master Chen heard this, he nearly choked on his tea. He had never imagined that, as the richest man in the Great Yan State, with countless businesses and a mountain of wealth, his only son would actually start selling baba, and at a low price to ordinary people. This was a slap in his face. Where would his dignity be?

"Are you...are you sure?"

Mr. Chen's voice was trembling as he confirmed again, his eyes full of shock.

Awang nodded firmly without hesitation and said, "Of course. Look at Aunt Xiuying. She can make sweet potato noodles, which are both cheap and filling, so that ordinary people can eat their fill. If she can do it, I believe I can do it too!"

Mr. Chen tilted his head slightly and stole a glance at Xiuying beside him. She sat there calmly and composedly. Mr. Chen knew that Xiuying held such "magic weapons" as drought-resistant, high-yield rice and sweet potato flour, and that his son's business talent was far inferior to Xiuying's.

But Xiuying looked calm and composed, clearly supporting Awang's idea. Although Mr. Chen felt extremely helpless, he couldn't openly refute it.

After a moment, Master Chen finally spoke, "Okay, I'll give you a year. If your baba shop can't survive after a year, you can come back and take over the family business."

A look of surprise flashed in Awang's eyes and he quickly said, "Thank you, Dad!" He really didn't expect that his father would agree with his idea so easily.

Taohua's coming-of-age party was lively and continued until the sun slowly set. Futian Village had not been so lively for a long time, and the whole village was immersed in the grand carnival.

The villagers, well fed and drunk, walked happily towards their homes, laughing and talking about the amazing fireworks at the banquet.

This novelty also caught the attention of Fusu and Zhuiying. When the crowd gradually dispersed, the two quietly walked towards the back mountain, where the fireworks were rising.

Zhuiying lowered his voice and said, "Master, from my observation, the fireworks were most likely set off in the back mountain. There is a relatively open area in the back mountain. Judging from the position where the fireworks were launched today, that should be the place where they were set off."

Fusu frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "Zhuiying, I've always had a question in my mind. This rare item called fireworks in Xiuying's house is probably related to Sangouzi being struck by lightning that day. I clearly remember that he threw a handful of black powder into the stove, and then there was that strange explosion, and then the fireworks appeared. There must be some connection between them."

Zhuiying frowned slightly, approached Fusu with a serious expression, and whispered, "Master, now that you mention it, I just remembered that the servants of Xiuying's family behaved strangely a few days ago.

They removed all the seemingly useless stones from the Black Stone Forest. Furthermore, they broke the stones into small pieces and used them to boil in a pot. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but now I think it's no accident. It's probably inextricably linked to the fireworks display today."

Fusu and Zhuiying were walking along the path deep into the back mountain. All around them was quiet and silent. At this moment, a rough voice suddenly came.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Dali stood like a door god, not far away, his gaze fixed on the two men. Behind him followed several dusty servants, each with a wary look on his face.

Zhuiying became alert instantly, his right hand subconsciously placed on his belt, his fingers exerting slight force, ready to draw out the soft sword hidden at his waist at any time.

Fusu quickly reached out and gently but firmly pressed his hand. At the same time, he tilted his head slightly and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't be impulsive. These are all capable servants of the Xiuying family. We shouldn't act rashly."

After saying that, Fusu quickly put on a friendly smile on his face, took the initiative to greet Wang Dali, and said warmly: "Brother Wang, what a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be here too."

Wang Dali frowned tightly. This place was remote and few people came here on weekdays. How could these two people suddenly appear here?

Could it be that they were here to gather information about their master's fireworks? Thinking of this, Wang Dali's eyes became more alert and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Fusu's heart tightened, but he kept a smile on his face and responded calmly, "Hey, I ate too much at the banquet today and felt really uncomfortable, so I thought I'd go out for a walk to digest the food before going back."

Zhuiying looked at Fusu with suspicion, secretly complaining in his heart: My master has always been high and mighty, when did he become so approachable? They are just a few country folk, why should he be so polite?

Wang Dali stared at the departing backs of Fusu and Zhuiying, his brows furrowed into a deep "chuan" shape.

There was something indescribably odd about the way these two people spoke and acted. Especially the one who called himself Asu, who seemed to have a unique aura in his every move.

The person named Ah Ying seemed quite wary of Ah Su, being cautious in every move. But the strange thing was that Xiuying had specifically instructed him to keep a close eye on Ah Ying. What exactly was the reason behind this? Wang Dali was puzzled for a moment.

"You guys keep an eye on this place and don't let any outsiders get close. I'll be back soon."

After Wang Dali gave instructions to the servants behind him, he ran towards Xiuying's yard and reported the situation there to Xiuying.

At the same time, Zhuiying and Fusu stood on a small slope, looking at the magnificent courtyard.

Zhuiying tilted his head slightly and looked at Fusu beside him. "Master, should we go find Xiuying? This woman is truly remarkable. It's obvious she's someone with real talent. The person Lord Wu recommended is truly remarkable. Not only does she possess an exceptional business acumen, but she can also create something as rare and unique as fireworks. It's truly admirable."