Chapter 24

The villagers liked to pickle the vegetables they could not finish eating or dry them into vegetable strips. Pickled vegetables were fine—stir-fried well, they went nicely with rice—but Xu Han truly disliked dried vegetables. No matter how they were prepared, they always seemed to carry that sun-dried smell.

Tan Yue smiled gently. "Actually, Ms. Qiao, you do not have to limit yourself to selling within the village. These vegetables are better suited for people outside."

How could Xu Han not know that selling to outsiders would be more profitable? But she was deep in the mountains. Never mind the transportation costs—by the time the vegetables arrived, they would have gone bad.

"I was planning to take some to the town market when it opens and see how well they sell."

Tan Yue shook his head. "That is too troublesome. There is actually a shortcut."

A shortcut?

Xu Han's eyes lit up. She casually picked a large, plump tomato and eagerly handed it to Tan Yue, looking like she was begging for guidance.

Tan Yue accepted the tomato with an amused, helpless smile. Holding it in his hand, he generously offered her some advice.

"I noticed that there is a farmhouse restaurant in your town doing quite well. Go negotiate a deal to supply them with vegetables. They can cook your family's produce for their guests. After the guests eat it and realize that these vegetables taste much better than what they usually eat in the city, they will want to buy some. Then you can persuade the owner to sell both cooked dishes and fresh vegetables. He can earn the difference without any effort. Would that not mean you have sold your vegetables outside?"

As soon as Xu Han heard that, she realized he was right. How had she not thought of that?

"You could even open a restaurant in town yourself once you have the money. I hear your town has been developing its tourism industry these past few years. Is that supposedly efficacious Matchmaker Temple not about to finish renovations? By then, there will definitely be more single people than you can imagine coming to pray for romance. That is a huge business opportunity."

Xu Han tucked her hair back. "I would not dare think that far ahead. At my current stage, that is rather unrealistic."

"No, no, no. If you want to succeed, you have to dare to dream and dare to act." Tan Yue's urge to lecture as a successful entrepreneur surfaced, and he spoke eloquently. "If I were you, I would not only open a restaurant—I would turn my products into a brand. For example, dehydrated vegetable snacks are very popular right now. Your family's vegetables taste so good, and they are all natural. You could absolutely build up that reputation and turn it into a personal brand, could you not?"

Xu Han had truly never considered any of the things Tan Yue mentioned. For one thing, she really had no head for business. For another, she did not dare to think too big. She worried too much and always looked before and after every step. She preferred to steadily walk the path already before her, one step at a time.

But Tan Yue was different. As a businessman, he truly had far-reaching vision. From a mere garden of vegetables, he could think so far ahead.

And everything he said was logical and convincing...

Xu Han realized that he had actually stirred her blood.

Could she really make a fortune from this and rise to the pinnacle of life?

"I just do not know much about business," Xu Han admitted honestly. She felt that she did have ideas, but lacked foresight. She could not think that far ahead.

"No one is born knowing how. Ms. Qiao is intelligent and perceptive, so learning should not be difficult for you." Tan Yue took out a business card and revealed a smile that could only be called perfect. "If Ms. Qiao has any questions, you can discuss them with me."

"Oh, all right." Xu Han accepted the card with both hands and glanced at its antique, exquisite design. The title on it read: "Chairman of Shangfu Group."

Shangfu Group... it also looked very familiar, but Xu Han could not recall where she had seen it before.

"Is there a problem?" Tan Yue asked when he saw her staring blankly at the card.

"No." Feeling that she had been rude, Xu Han put away the card. "Thank you."

"You are welcome, Ms. Qiao."

Tan Yue had driven here himself. He loaded the trunk full of vegetables and even stuffed some into the back seat. It seemed he was not only taking them home to eat, but also planning to give some away.

Before leaving, Tan Yue gave Xu Han another meaningful look. "Ms. Qiao, I look forward to our next meeting."

Xu Han waved at him. "Take care, Mr. Tan."

After Tan Yue left, Xu Han happily counted the stack of bills in her hands. With quick reflexes, she caught Yellow Immortal as he slipped past her.

Yellow Immortal looked thoroughly unhappy as the delighted Xu Han scooped him into her arms and gave him a vigorous petting. "You really do seem a little magical. Do you want to bless me and make my second wish come true too?"

Ever since Yellow Immortal had been upgraded from livestock to house pet, Xu Han had unlocked a new skill—Petting Yellow Immortal.

Although Yellow Immortal was a wild weasel, his fur was especially soft. Petting him felt like rubbing a fluffy little ball, satisfying one's longing for every kind of furry animal.

Yellow Immortal rolled his eyes as she kneaded him. Finally, irritated beyond endurance, he farted at Xu Han.

...A weasel's farts were extraordinarily foul, practically toxic. One reason Qiao Wanqing's uncle and the others had fled in a panic that night was because Yellow Immortal's stench had driven them away.

The stench made Xu Han question her life.

For offending the dignity of the head of the household, Yellow Immortal was punished with a day's rations withheld.

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Tan Yue's words had greatly inspired Xu Han. Of course, at this stage, she did not recklessly rush off to open her own farmhouse restaurant. It would be too much trouble, and she did not know whether it would work. She decided to first find the owner of that farmhouse restaurant and follow Tan Yue's first suggestion.

A farmhouse restaurant did not consume that many vegetables—probably even less than the school—but if they sold them to tourists, the demand would be hard to predict. If things went well, combined with the school's orders, she might earn over ten thousand a month.

Xu Han was instantly filled with fighting spirit.

As usual, she picked a bag of vegetables and went to town to find the owner of that farmhouse restaurant.

The owner was a plump woman. Before Xu Han could finish speaking, the woman rudely cut her off. "We do not lack vegetables here. Take them away, take them away. I do not have time to waste talking to you."

"Ma'am, my family's vegetables really do taste better than everyone else's. If you do not believe me, you can try some first."

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Transmigration Novel

Sweet Romance

Sweetness Is Justice