The Lucky Farmgirl-Chapter 36 - 25 Return Customers

After a moment, the girl felt the lack of the rich fragrance of honey, but still found it delicious.

With the candy in her mouth, she looked through the basket and asked, “Why is there no more candy?”

The servant laughed, “The child said there’s only one piece in each basket.”

The girl’s eyes twinkled, “These flower baskets are quite lovely.

Let’s buy one for each of my brothers and sisters.

Go and buy all the remaining baskets from their home.”

The servant hesitated, “Even if we’re gifting them to the young masters, do we really need that many?”

“Why not?

There are also my cousins and their sisters, and we have to give some to mother.

I’m afraid there might not be enough.

Hurry and buy them.”

After thinking it over and worrying that the servant might not do it wholeheartedly, she had the coachman turn around and go back.

Liulang was already rushing over with his basket on his back, his face covered in sweat from the haste.

He squeezed through the crowd of children and set down his basket, “I told Second Brother we sold a basket, and he didn’t believe it.”

In a low voice, Wulang spoke, “I still can hardly believe it; we’ve actually sold over half already.”

They’d brought a total of fifty-one bamboo baskets, and for each one sold, Wulang made a mental tally; twenty-seven had been sold so far, leaving twenty-four.

You can imagine the surprise and delight, right?

Wulang, for one, was thrilled beyond belief.

Liulang then glanced at the onlookers and asked in a low voice, “Do you think we can sell the rest?”

The children were all squatting on the side, watching Daya and Erya wrap the baskets, with no one buying anymore.

Wulang thought for a moment, “Don’t worry.

If no one buys here, we’ll move to another spot.

There are so many children in the county; surely some will buy.”

Manbao was even more confident, saying earnestly, “Someone will definitely buy them.”

Wulang and Liulang helped Daya and Erya sort out the flowers and grass.

After watching for a while, they too had a rough idea of how much material was needed for each basket, speeding up the process for Daya and Erya.

Manbao had already made friends with the onlooking children.

Amidst their chatty banter, she wanted to ask if there were any unusual plants nearby, intending to pluck some for Keke.

“There are so, so many beautiful flowers on our mountain.

Do you have any here?”

A child said, “We’re not allowed to go out; bad people might take us, so we don’t know.”

Some had been to the mountains, but he couldn’t remember seeing any flowers.

However, he recalled seeing fruit.

Fruit, Manbao loved fruit, and she quickly asked, “Is it delicious?”

“It is delicious, sweet.

My dad picked it for me.”

Manbao said, “I want to taste it, too.

Tell me what it looks like, and next time I’ll look for it myself.”

“You won’t find it, only my dad can find it.”

Manbao wasn’t pleased, “I’m very capable, too.

If your dad can find it, I definitely can as well.”

“You’re too short; it definitely won’t work.”

“Then I have my older brothers, Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, and Sixth Brother.

They are tall, and they will help me find it.”

The children were all shocked, blurting out, “You have that many brothers?”

Manbao proudly said, “Of course.

I also have three nephews and three nieces.”

Looking at Manbao who clearly seemed younger than them, they couldn’t help feeling envious.

She already had nephews and nieces, while they were just others’ nephews and nieces.

While she was boasting, the carriage returned.

Manbao recognized it at first sight.

The reason she remembered it so clearly was that when the carriage appeared, Keke had instructed her to record this horse, as in the future, horses would be an extinct species, highly ranked, with a high number of reward points offered for recording them.

But Manbao had been taught by her mother when she was younger, while trying to pluck a neighbor’s vegetables, that only what belonged to her or was ownerless could be taken.

Others’ belongings, unless given voluntarily, were not to be touched.

This horse clearly belonged to someone else; she couldn’t steal it.

So Manbao could only take a photo for Keke and promised that if she ever became wealthy, she would buy one for recording.

Keke, of course, had no choice but to agree.

Manbao didn’t think the day would be too long because she found earning money quite easy.

She patted the coins in her pocket, brimming with confidence.

Seeing the servant who had bought a basket from her heading her way, Manbao tilted her small round face upward and asked, “Sister, do you want to buy more flower baskets?”

This servant had children older than Manbao.

Yet, being addressed as ‘sister’ by her, she didn’t feel disrespected; instead, she was happy and thus smiled, “Yes, our miss said we’ll take all of your remaining baskets.

How many do you have left?”

Manbao, puzzled, glanced back at their baskets and asked curiously, “Why does your miss want so many?

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I want to sell to more people.”

The servant frowned slightly, “The money won’t be shorted to you.

Just count how many you have left.”

Liulang, thinking Manbao didn’t know, whispered in her ear, “There are twenty-four left.”

Yet Manbao was insistent, “It’s wasteful to buy things and not use them.

Can you really use so many flower baskets?”

The servant looked seriously at Manbao for the first time and then smiled saying, “There are plenty of people at our house.

Not to mention twenty-four, even twice that number wouldn’t be too many.”

It was then that Manbao brightened up and directed her to look at the baskets they were making, “There are twelve that have yet to be decorated with flowers; you’ll have to wait a bit.

Don’t worry, they’ll be finished quickly.”

Upon hearing that the baskets were sold out, Daya and Erya became excited and began even more diligently on the remaining baskets.

Manbao stood talking to the servant, “What colors and styles of flower baskets do you think are prettier?”

Keke had said it, to do some market research; next time, they could produce more of the baskets people liked.

The servant had to wait a while before getting the baskets, and since Manbao was conversing like an adult, she joined in, “Our miss thinks the purple flowers are pretty, but I think the red ones are better.

Did you make these baskets yourselves?”

“The baskets were made by my dad and Second Brother, and we tied the flowers on,” Manbao beamed with pride, “They’re all flowers from the mountain, very beautiful.”