Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Made a Fortune

When Gu Qinghuan came out, Zhong Zijun had already washed the persimmons.

The two kids were munching away happily.

“These persimmons are really delicious—sweet and refreshing. Are there more on the tree? Pick some more when you have time and store them in the cellar. We can save them for the winter,” Zhong Zijun said.

Gu Qinghuan absentmindedly picked up a persimmon and took a bite. “There are still some left. I’ll go pick more when I have time.”

“These red dates are great too. They’re small, but quite sweet. Chew a few every day—it’s good for women, helps with energy and blood. You should eat more,” Zhong Zijun said as she carefully put the dates away in the cupboard.

These dates were already half-dried on the tree, so there was no need to dry them further.

After the mother and daughter finished tidying up, they got ready to boil water, wash up, and rest.

Gu Qinghuan, worried that things would be awkward if she saw Xu Huaian, didn’t go to the east room again. She just handed a few persimmons to Dabao to take over.

Xu Huaian, seeing that Gu Qinghuan didn’t come by again, thought she must be mad at him. His mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, and he felt miserable, cursing himself for being so useless.

He buried his head and ate two persimmons. A familiar sense of lightness spread through his body.

This feeling…

Every time he drank the water she gave him, he’d feel much lighter all over. Even his limbs, which had been stiff for years, didn’t feel as uncomfortable. Not just his body—his mind felt clearer too, and he was getting better day by day.

These persimmons seemed to have the same effect as the water. Looks like she’s hiding some secret.

But if she could live so much better, why…

Xu Huaian couldn’t figure it out, nor did he want to. If life could just go on like this, it wouldn’t be so bad.

He touched his stiff legs. Suddenly, he really wanted to stand up—more than anything.

The two kids were chattering away on the kang bed.

Xu Huaian suddenly asked, “Was Mom angry just now?”

Beibei answered honestly, “No.”

Dabao, being a bit older, could already read adult emotions.

“Dad, did you make Mom angry?”

Xu Huaian didn’t know how to explain any of this to the kids. He just sighed.

That night, he couldn’t sleep at all.

Gu Qinghuan, on the other hand, didn’t dwell on it and fell asleep quickly.

Early the next morning—

Gu Qinghuan got up at seven. Today, she was going to the commune market to sell schisandra berries.

At least, that’s what she told Zhong Zijun and Xu Huaian.

Zhong Zijun had always been a pampered beauty, unfamiliar with the ways of the world.

But Xu Huaian had grown up in the mountains—he knew full well that no one would buy schisandra berries. Otherwise, the villagers would have picked them clean long ago.

But he didn’t expose Gu Qinghuan, just gave her a meaningful look.

Gu Qinghuan felt guilty under his gaze. She knew Xu Huaian was sharp—her clumsy lies could never fool him.

She’d probably slipped up countless times already.

But she really didn’t know how to explain, so she just let it be—one day at a time.

Gu Qinghuan set out with the schisandra berries—three hundred jin in total, far too much for her to carry. She borrowed a small cart from Carpenter Liu’s house to haul them out.

Of course, once she was out of sight, she and the cart went straight into her space.

She was just about to put the three hundred jin of schisandra berries up for sale.

But when she opened the automatic vending machine, she was stunned.

What was going on? Over five hundred unread messages? More than a thousand product reviews?

She checked her products—every last chicken-heart persimmon and schisandra berry she’d listed had sold out overnight.

“Boss, are you out of chicken-heart persimmons? I want more! Can you restock?”

“Do you know your shop’s gone viral?”

“Is it really as magical as people say online? I don’t believe it!”

“When I bought, there were over a thousand left in stock. I wanted to order more, but suddenly it was sold out. Regret only buying one jin—crying!”

“What kind of godly persimmon is this? It’s amazing!”

“Really sold out? I’d pay fifty yuan a jin! Please!”

“I’m in the medicinal herb business. I bought the schisandra berries out of curiosity—turns out they’re truly wild. Worth buying.”

“I’ve been looking for this kind of schisandra for ages.”

“Amazing seller—everything’s wild and natural. I started with wild greens, then bought the persimmons and schisandra. The quality’s guaranteed. I’ll keep following this shop.”

…

All the reviews were glowing, with people begging for restocks. Many even messaged her privately, hoping to buy more persimmons.

Gu Qinghuan nearly jumped a meter high on the spot! She’d made a killing—everything had sold out!

She pulled out the cash from the box and sat right down to count it.

1,186.5 yuan—no mistake!

And this was pure profit. All she had to do was pick the stuff from the mountains and list it—no cost at all.

It was a pity, though—there were still a few hundred jin of chicken-heart persimmons left, but she couldn’t sell them. Those were for her family to eat in winter.

She was also out of schisandra berries for now—she’d have to go look for more in the mountains.

But she’d gathered a lot of other things yesterday that she could sell. She’d sort them out later and put them up for sale.

Oh right—she still had four bottles of Moutai liquor! She’d almost forgotten. That was the real treasure.

First, Gu Qinghuan listed the three hundred jin of schisandra berries she’d brought in.

Then she carefully took out the four bottles of Moutai and put them up for sale.

In the product description, she wrote: “1975 Sunflower Moutai—genuine or ten times your money back.”

She set the price at five hundred yuan per bottle.

That was about fifty thousand yuan in the future—not cheap, but not outrageous either.

Thinking about the two thousand yuan she was about to make, Gu Qinghuan gleefully rubbed her hands together.

She went back to the villa and grabbed a bottle of instant bird’s nest to treat herself.

She hadn’t paid much attention to her appearance lately, but when she looked in the mirror, she realized her skin seemed a bit fairer and softer.

Must be, right? She drank spiritual spring water every day—of course her skin would improve.

After tidying up, she checked the time and left her space, heading straight for a mountain she hadn’t explored before.

She didn’t know that, because of her four bottles of Moutai, the internet was about to explode again."