Chapter 125: Do You Still Have Any Prescriptions Here?

Yuan Jiaqi gave Qiao Mai a deep glance, took the children and left; Yuehong held Ling'er, and she stretched out her little hand to bid farewell to dad and older brothers.

"Dad, brother, good night!"

Qiao Mai pinched her little cheek and said, "Go to sleep; play again tomorrow?"

"Mother, good night!"

That day, she truly felt mentally and physically exhausted; two thousand taels of silver was utterly negligible to her.

Compared to the money she spent on spirit stones, this was just a drizzle.

Thinking of the ten‑thousand‑mu of land in the space, she immediately turned and went back into the house, opened the door and entered the space.

The previous twenty‑thousand‑mu of land already had all kinds of vegetables, fruits, trees, and medicinal herbs planted; the additional ten‑thousand mu from the Upgrade, she plans to plant ten‑thousand mu at a time.

She had prepared the seeds, two large bags of grass seed; standing at the edge of the ten‑thousand‑mu empty field, gazing at the endless Black Land, her heart swelled.

Today is Xin'er's day to return home; she remembered, but she didn't want to think about it, nor was she very happy.

Everyone sat down; the children saluted them, and Ruxin also prepared a red envelope.

"Hmm."

"Mother, mother, Ling'er misses you, get up, get up."

Xin'er looked at Qiao Mai and asked, "Master, do you have any more prescriptions here?"

She wants to create a ten‑thousand‑li grassland and raise some horses; she wants to ride horses here like a Mercedes—this is a place for her solitary, extravagant mood.

Qiao Mai sat down and ate leisurely; after only a few bites, there was movement at the courtyard gate.

Qiao Mai closed her eyes, listened to their voices calling after Ling'er, curled her lips in a smile, and continued to fall asleep.

She leisurely went to the Keting, and Yuan Jiaqi brought the children inside to play.

A seed of grass from a thought‑bag flew out, falling uniformly on the ten‑thousand‑mu Black Land like snow.

"I have come with Ruxin to pay you a visit!"

At this moment, after a careful sensing, another ten‑thousand mu appeared; as soon as the planted things mature, the space will duplicate an identical piece of land.

"But the disciple is in the Feng Family?"

Planting grass seed is enough; this way the land doubles, and after a few days it should be about done.

"Don't underestimate this little shop; it can bring you five hundred taels of silver a month, so a year not much more—let's say five thousand taels, ten years would be fifty thousand taels,

The pasture grass took only this short time, growing from a single seed to maturity; seeing the seed‑laden grass, she thought and harvested another batch of grass seed.

"Sister, you're here?"

"Master, would you like to eat?"

"Then why did you sell the prescription to Mayor Qian?"

"Are you up?"

"My parents‑in‑law want to buy a few prescriptions from you."

Xin'er could no longer say a word, only listening as Qiao Mai tallied up an account for her.

However, a million mu is not a difficult task for her now.

Looking at the over two hundred thousand mu of grassland, she felt quite pleased; she really wanted to put winter jujubes in now, run a big circle inside, and let the winter jujubes have fun.

But the space still hadn't upgraded; she had a feeling that the space needs to reach a million mu to rise to level five, and perhaps level six requires ten thousand mu to upgrade?

Thinking of ten thousand mu, her mind swelled.

Qiao Mai had no appetite, set down the bun in her hand, signaled Yuexia to take it away, and got up to greet them.

Feng Yinshi and Xin'er both lowered their heads, saying, "Since the weather is too cold and snow makes travel inconvenient, we thought of sending the yearly gifts together when we return to the maternal home."

"What are you doing?"

"It's open; business is great."

"It was moved into the house, placed in the Front Courtyard's Keting."

"Hmm, I had insomnia last night and slept a bit late."

"Oh, then Mother, go to sleep."

Whether good or bad, it's a place where only she is free and can do as she wishes.

"Xin'er pays respects to Master, Grandmaster, wishing Master and Grandmaster a happy and auspicious New Year."

It's just that her current thought‑planting can sow at most ten thousand mu at a time; although a bit troublesome, compared to the tiny plots she used to sow before, she is much more content.

An hour passed; she stood up, stretched her stiff body, and a smile appeared on her face.

Yuehong and Yuexia closed the door and followed behind her, "Miss, take it slowly, take it slowly."

This is still in a small county town; if it opened in several surrounding county towns, or even in each prefectural city, the annual income would be at least several ten‑thousand taels. So tell me, Master, are you at a loss or is the Feng Family at a loss?

Go back and tell your parents‑in‑law to run this little shop well; it will be enough for the Feng Family to establish a foothold in the county town. Don't keep thinking about getting anything from me; I owe you, Xin'er, nothing, and I owe the Feng Family even less.

Ruxin's face flushed red, "I think the child's fate hasn't arrived yet, so there was no movement."

"Hmm, sit."

"Hmm, that's good!"

That splash of green, her sharp eyes immediately spotted.

"Hmm, you all have eaten, right?"

She said it with a smiling mouth, but what Xin'er and Feng Yinshi heard in their ears was so sarcastic.

After a short nap in the space, Ling'er came over and knocked on the door.

"Son‑in‑law pays respects to Master, Grandmaster, wishing Master and Grandmaster a happy and auspicious Spring Festival."

Ling'er obediently climbed down from the kang and then trotted with her short legs to the Keting.

An hour later she opened her eyes, sighed helplessly, got up and put on the clothes she wore yesterday.

"I thought you had forgotten Master, by the way, have you opened the shop with the prescription I gave you?"

"Oh, I thought you were pregnant and it was inconvenient; you haven't been in touch for so long, and your mother has been worrying for a long time."

Yuexia hurried to the Xiaochufang and brought her the still‑hot Meal.

She harvested all the pasture on the twenty‑thousand mu of land, then replanted and harvested again; the whole night she repeated this, and by dawn the space's land had grown to over two hundred thousand mu.

Qiao Mai opened her eyes, got up, climbed down from the kang, opened the house door, and then returned to the quilt.

She had previously cultivated grass seed, which was specially for winter jujubes and needed a few days to grow.

"Mother, didn't you sleep well?"

"You all eat first; you don't need to wait for Mother. Mother is really sleepy, she'll rest a while and then go, okay?"

"Master hasn't shortchanged the Feng Family; Master gave you a generous supplement and also a formula that brings in a dou of gold each month. Isn't the Feng Family the one managing it? They've never helped the master, and I can achieve this; that's already pretty good, right?"

Finally, Qiao Mai smiled and said, "Xin'er, do you still remember what your mother said when she took the formula over?"

Ruxin sprang up, lifted her head, and looked at the smiling face; yet in her eyes was the cold master, and she knew the master was truly angry with her.

Qiao Mai glanced at Ruxin's belly and said, "Since you returned three days ago, we haven't heard any news; could it be that Xin'er is pregnant?"

"I see, you only think of your mother; what about the master?"

"Because Mayor Qian has taken good care of the master, what has the Feng Family done for the master?"

It turned out that Madam Lu San arrived with Ruxin and Yinshi, walking while chatting loudly.

We originally planned to plant the grass seed and then leave, but just as we were about to turn around, we noticed that the grass seed we had just sowed had actually sprouted.

Soon after, the mayor arrived as well, and the Keting became even livelier.

Qiao Mai's eyes flickered; Mayor Qian, that Lao Huli, seemed to have caught something, and he gave a few scrutinizing looks toward Xin'er and the Feng son‑in‑law.

Seeing that the time was about right, Qiao Mai instructed Yuexia to go to the Chufang to pass the Meal.

"The master's formula is never sold externally."

She remained motionless, timing the pasture precisely.

She crouched down and could see with the naked eye the grass seed continuously growing, like a camera fast‑forwarding a blooming flower.

Ling'er pushed the door open and entered the house; with Yuehong's help, she climbed onto the kang and sat beside her head.

"Brother and the others are all waiting for you in the Keting."

Yinshi cleared his throat lightly; Xin'er hurriedly glanced at him, lowered her head, and fell silent.

Qiao Mai looked at Yinshi; the man appeared straightforward, but he was full of scheming. Since you like to play tricks in secret, she decided to lay everything out in the open.

"Yinshi,"

"Here."

(End of chapter)