Chapter 59:

It had been raining these past few days, and the weather had turned much colder. People bundled up in thick clothes again, and the wind seemed even fiercer when the carriage was in motion. Third Uncle was in high spirits today, chatting with villagers along the way, twirling a small whip in his hand and occasionally flicking it against the horse’s rump, making the horse trot along cheerfully.

Chunfu spotted Zhang Tong again. Compared to his usual plump, fair face, he now looked noticeably haggard. He was curled up in a corner, dozing off, when the child next to him nudged him with a mocking grin. “Zhang Tong, don’t tell me you still haven’t memorized the passage the teacher assigned?”

Zhang Tong flushed red with embarrassment, his heart pounding anxiously. He had stayed up late last night memorizing it and had gone over it again this morning without a single mistake before leaving. Yet, for some reason, he struggled with his studies. The teacher said he lacked natural talent and needed to work harder. He refused to accept this, convinced that he was destined for greatness. His parents didn’t know, but Zhang Yan had an excellent memory—he could remember things after hearing them just once. If Zhang Yan had been the one studying, he would surely have outperformed Zhang Tong. But what could be done? Zhang Tong was now the only son in the Zhang family, and Zhang Yan would never return.

Chunfu glanced at him before turning away. The trees flashed by swiftly outside the carriage. She didn’t harbor any deep resentment toward a child, but seeing how well he lived only made her heart ache more for poor Zhang Yan.

When they arrived in town, Chunfu and Jicheng, as usual, delivered jam to the shop. Jin Liu’er, hearing that Chunfu was heading to the Pei residence, warned her with a smile to be careful of the Pei family’s eldest son’s dog, which had nearly mauled someone to death just the day before. She advised Chunfu to keep her distance. Jin Liu’er also suggested that if Chunfu wasn’t in a hurry to return, she should stop by the shop and showcase her skills, letting the waiting young ladies see just how talented their shop’s artisans were—and showing those scheming competitors that they were no match.

Chunfu agreed with a smile. Judging by the sky, she figured the Pei family’s eldest son would be up by now, so she and Jicheng headed to the Pei residence. The servants recognized Chunfu and, following their master’s instructions, led them directly to the front hall where the young master received guests before withdrawing.

Pei Qian’s dog, Ru Niang, was eating in the courtyard and began barking incessantly at the strangers. Chunfu, startled, took a step back, while Jicheng shielded her, his eyes blazing at the dog—if it dared take another step forward…

A sharp reprimand instantly subdued the vicious dog, which whimpered and obediently lay back down to continue lapping at its soup. As Chunfu passed by, she realized the dog was eating snake soup—truly a wealthy household that treated money as nothing. Even a beast lived better than ordinary commoners.

Pei Qian had just finished breakfast when he heard the commotion and came out to greet Chunfu and Jicheng. Turning to a servant, he said, “Old Jiang hasn’t been here in days, has he? Ru Niang’s snake meat is almost gone. Send someone to hurry him along.”

Jicheng immediately realized that the “Old Jiang” he mentioned must be the elderly man who had once taken care of Zhang Yan. So, the snakes they caught were delivered here. He wondered if Zhang Yan had ever visited this place.

Chunfu’s heart pounded nervously, her mind racing over how to phrase her request to this seemingly unapproachable Pei eldest son.

Pei Qian had encountered countless people seeking his help, though most were from wealthy, prestigious families. Now, he couldn’t help but be curious about what novel words a rural woman might utter. Remembering how the silver he had sent her had been returned untouched, he leaned lazily in his chair and chuckled. “Changed your mind? That silver would have ensured your family a lifetime of comfort—surely better than farming?”

Chunfu cleared her throat and steadied her voice. “You misunderstand, Young Master. We’re not here for the money. We’d like to propose a business deal. I’d like to offer my pastry recipes to occupy a corner in the Pei family’s pastry shops. I only ask for twenty percent—a mere drop in the bucket for you.”

Pei Qian’s fingers, tracing the rim of his cup, paused. His lazy, indifferent gaze sharpened like a blade. “Quite the appetite. No one has ever dared to set their sights so blatantly on the Pei family’s business. For a woman to have such audacity is… impressive. Out of gratitude for what you did for my brother, I could agree. I could even allow your pastries into the Pei family’s teahouse in Changfeng County. But to grant your request so easily would leave me unsatisfied. Here’s the deal: my nephew has recently lost his taste for pastries—even yours. If you can make him say he likes them again, I’ll be generous and give you an extra ten percent annually.”

Jicheng stared at Chunfu in astonishment. Though just a farmer, he knew the Pei family’s business empire spanned the nation. If this deal went through, they’d be getting an incredible bargain—three percent of the profits just for sharing pastry recipes. How much silver would that bring in each year? This girl truly astounded him.

Chunfu frowned in thought. She wasn’t a physician, and a child’s dislike for pastries wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But since this concerned her future, she said solemnly, “May I meet the young master? Only by understanding the cause can I find a solution.”

Pei Qian smirked lazily. “Fine. I’ll have someone take you to him.” He was curious to see what solution she’d devise.

Chunfu bowed slightly to Pei Qian before leaving with Jicheng. On the way, her face glowed with unconcealed joy. “If this works, we’ll never have to worry about money again.”

Jicheng tapped her forehead. “Don’t celebrate too soon. Let’s see if you can win over the young master first.” In all his years, he’d never imagined earning such wealth. What was going on in this girl’s head? She both thrilled and worried him. He knew the challenges ahead would exceed his expectations. Though he was prepared to face them, he couldn’t help but mourn the peaceful days slipping away.

Chunfu only asked for directions to the young master’s residence, declining the Pei family’s escort. She felt she’d already imposed enough on them—future dealings required her own effort to show sincerity.

The Jia family, though vastly inferior to the Pei family in wealth, had somehow managed to marry into it. Rumor had it that the Jia family’s eldest son was a handsome, refined gentleman who had met the Pei family’s young lady while visiting friends in Yicheng. Their mutual attraction had been instant, and they now had a six-year-old son—the very boy who disliked pastries.

At the Jia residence, Chunfu explained their purpose to the gatekeeper. The servant, hearing they were sent by Pei Qian, immediately ushered them in with utmost respect. Chunfu couldn’t help but sigh—in this era, the rich lived like flowers, while the poor were trampled like weeds. Without money, life was an uphill battle.

When she saw the child, Chunfu brightened—it was the boy she’d met at the flower-viewing event! He seemed to recognize her too and didn’t resist her approach. Though still childish, his demeanor already carried the poise of a young noble. He invited them to sit and ordered tea served.

Chunfu didn’t treat him like a child or try to ingratiate herself. Instead, she got straight to the point. “I don’t think disliking pastries is a problem, but your uncle’s request must be honored. May I ask why you don’t like them?”

Jia Yan pursed his lips in a smile. “Only girls like sweets. I’ve never cared for them—it’s not an illness. Why is Uncle making things difficult for you? If only there were spicy pastries… with meat.”

Chunfu couldn’t help but laugh. This wasn’t a pastry—it was more like something from a pancake stall! Borrowing the Jia family’s kitchen, she kneaded dough and let it rise while mixing lean pork, vegetables, seasonings, and plenty of green peppers. Once the dough was ready, she stuffed it with the filling and deep-fried the parcels. The result was golden-brown, fragrant, and crispy.

Jia Yan couldn’t resist taking a bite. The savory, spicy flavor filled his mouth—perfectly balanced, neither too much nor too little. He devoured it in a few bites but restrained himself to just two. Wiping his lips, he said, “What kind of pastry is this? It’s just a pancake.”

Chunfu smiled. “Close enough in appearance. It won’t steal business from pancake sellers—and besides, are their pancakes as delicious as mine? Does it suit your taste? As for your uncle…”

She was cutting corners, admittedly. No one would classify this as a pastry, but she had no time for pointless debates. Satisfying the young master’s appetite was all that mattered. Jia Yan, despite his youth, was decisive. He also liked Chunfu’s unpretentious, lively nature. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll handle Uncle. But what if I crave more later?”

Chunfu packed the remaining two, thinking they’d still be warm by the time they reached the Pei residence—perfect for Pei Qian to sample. With the young master’s help, she wasn’t worried. Still, she felt a twinge of guilt for so easily coaxing Jia Yan into funneling his uncle’s silver into her pocket. “Don’t worry,” she replied. “You’ve helped me greatly. I’ll teach your family’s cook the recipe so they can make variations for you.”

Jicheng had watched her work in silence, not wanting to disturb her. Seeing her cheerful as a child warmed his heart. She seemed so youthful, as if play should be her only concern—yet she was also brilliantly clever, turning ideas he’d never considered into profit.

Jia Yan accompanied them back to the Pei residence. Pei Qian was in his study reviewing accounts. Knowing his nephew’s picky palate, he had expected Chunfu to face a tough challenge. Instead… He shook his head, ruffling Jia Yan’s hair. “You little traitor, helping others swindle your uncle. Fine. I’ve drafted the agreement as you asked—but it’s only valid while I’m alive.”

Chunfu had long decided that even with wealth, she wouldn’t adopt the idle habits of the rich. Laziness eroded ambition, and she refused to raise wastrels. She’d pave the right path for her children, but their future—whether prosperous or destitute—would be their own doing. Without hesitation, she pressed her thumbprint where the signature was required.

Pei Qian remarked dryly, “You’re quite knowledgeable—knowing exactly where to stamp.”

Chunfu laughed awkwardly. “I’ve seen others do it before. Forgive my clumsiness, Young Master.” His sharp eyes unnerved her. Jicheng never questioned her, letting her guard down. If anyone discovered she could read, the ensuing suspicions would be troublesome. Too close a call.

Jia Yan tugged at Pei Qian, wanting to play with Ru Niang but fearing the dog’s temper. Pei Qian, cornered, stood and said to Chunfu, “In a few days, I’ll send the Pei family’s pastry chefs to learn from you. Don’t hold back.”

Chunfu waved her hand. “I wouldn’t dare. I just want enough to eat and wear—no more hardships. We won’t keep you from your duties. Goodbye.”

With this weight off her shoulders, Chunfu felt luck had favored her today. Clasping Jicheng’s hand, she said, “Everything’s settled! From now on, we’ll earn money even at home. I was so nervous earlier, but now I’m confident. Come winter, we’ll lease the mountain.”

Jicheng sighed. “Now I’m the one living off you. My earnings won’t even match a fraction of yours. Where does that leave my pride?”

Chunfu pouted, teasing him while beaming. She knew he was joking but reassured him anyway. “I’m already yours—what does the rest matter? At most, I’ll only support you. If others come knocking, I’ll refuse.”

Jicheng laughed, pulling her close. “You’re getting bolder. If I catch you eyeing another man, you won’t get off lightly. Don’t think this is over—I’ll deal with you tonight.”

Chunfu’s legs weakened at his words. Pleading softly, she said, “Spare me this time? Too much… isn’t good for your health. I just want a full night’s sleep.” Her whispered plea only stoked his desire.

Heat surged through Jicheng, testing his control. His obsession with this woman was overwhelming. Gripping her wrist, he growled, “No excuses!”

Blushing furiously, Chunfu averted her eyes and spotted a fabric shop ahead. “Let’s ask about work for Jinjuan and Liansheng’s wife first. Then we’ll eat and help at the shop, alright?”

Jicheng relented with a wry smile. How could he refuse her?

The fabric shop owner was kind-hearted. Even though they weren’t buying, he examined Chunfu’s embroidery carefully before stroking his beard. “Skillful indeed—tight stitches, lively and novel patterns. I have a batch of handkerchiefs for you to work on. If they’re well done, I’ll consider giving you more. Oh, and bring the embroiderer when you deliver. They must be presentable—no shabby or sickly types dirtying my goods.”

After listening, Chunfu also felt that this was reasonable. After all, these were items meant to be sold, so caution was necessary. She nodded and said, “Rest assured, shopkeeper. My sisters are all clean and tidy, and I’ll remind them.”

It was rare to have work in town, and the stove didn’t require personal attention—the ingredients were already prepared. After simmering the fruit jam for pastries, Jin Liu’er mentioned that the Zhang family’s young lady was getting married and had come to buy festive pastries, wanting to see if the designs suited her taste.

Chunfu, with nothing else to do and seeing it as an opportunity to build her reputation, was more than happy to oblige. Sometimes, people bought pastries more for their appearance than their taste, after all.

A wedding was all about auspiciousness and joy. Fortunately, she had practiced often, so creating novel designs wasn’t difficult for her. She adorned the wedding cakes with cheerful phrases like “Good Fortune,” “Harmony for a Hundred Years,” and the character for “blessing.” The most eye-catching was a design of twin lotus flowers, which drew exclamations of admiration from the customer. Chunfu had initially been nervous—the art of dough sculpting had a long history, and she feared others here might be skilled at it, making her efforts seem laughable. But seeing the customer’s reaction, she relaxed a little.

With nothing else requiring her attention, she retreated to a corner to simmer jars of fruit jam. Since Jin Liu’er had taken her advice, business in the shop had flourished, with several jars being used up daily. Jin Liu’er stood beside her without complaint, chatting away. When she mentioned how other shops were struggling to keep up, she burst into laughter.

“The other day, I passed by Desheng Pastry Shop, and the owner glared at me like he wanted to skin me alive—it was hilarious. You never know how cutthroat this business is until you’re in it. They’ll try anything to steal customers. But I won’t hire shady people—who knows if they’d ruin my good broth? Then where would I cry? It’s tiring, sure, but the workers are motivated, and we’re making good money. My heart’s happy every day.”

Chunfu laughed along. “If only we could try our luck in the city—business would be even bigger, and you’d be even happier.”

Jin Liu’er stroked her chin thoughtfully and nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same. I’ll visit my aunt in a couple of days and bring her some samples. If she likes them, we won’t have to worry about sales. But you can’t slack off—you’re the only one who can make this flavor.”

Chunfu glanced at Jicheng, who was talking to Shopkeeper Jin in another room, and hesitated. “I can’t say for sure yet. We should solidify our footing here first.”

She didn’t want to be separated from Jicheng. As for their home in Dongpo Village… if they wanted to move forward, they couldn’t hesitate. They’d have to live in the city, and renting and renovating a shop couldn’t fall entirely on Jin Liu’er. Chunfu didn’t have enough money on hand, especially with plans to lease the mountain. It might have to wait until next year.

Jin Liu’er seemed to guess Chunfu’s dilemma and smiled. “No rush. Let’s finish what we have first. I’ll bring more for my aunt to help spread the word. Maybe some customers won’t mind the distance. Once we build our reputation, we won’t have to worry about attracting customers when we open in the city.”

Chunfu agreed. “We’ll do as you say. It’s getting late—I should head back.”

Jin Liu’er gave her some recently acquired treats. With enough jam in stock, Chunfu could take a short break. Upon returning, she shared the good news with Liansheng’s wife, though the latter hesitated when she heard about working in town. “If my husband and I go, I’m worried about leaving the children behind.”

Chunfu smiled. “Is that all? They can stay with me. They’re well-behaved and sensible—I like having them around. Let them spend the day with me, and you can go without worry.”

Liansheng, squatting nearby with a bowl of food, grinned. “Jicheng’s wife is so kind, always thinking of us. How can we ever repay you?”

Jicheng, who had just unlocked the door, fed the pigs, dogs, and chickens before leaning against the low wall. Watching the group in the yard, he chuckled. “What’s there to repay? It’s just a few words. It’s your wife’s skill that matters. The shopkeeper’s been in business for years—his eyes are sharp. If it weren’t good, would he agree? He’s not some fool handing out silver for free.”

His words dissolved the couple’s awkwardness. Chunfu said, “I should go—still need to cook. We’ll chat more tomorrow.”

Liansheng’s wife held back what she wanted to say. Chunfu probably didn’t mind anyway—she’d bring it up tomorrow. But her heart swelled with joy. With both of them earning, life would be easier.

“Don’t you think Jiliang is a fool? Jicheng might seem cold, but he’s kind-hearted. Even to outsiders like us, he’s considerate. If Jiliang had just listened to Jicheng and cut ties with Second Uncle Ji’s family, wouldn’t life have been better? Instead, his wife left him, and now he’s disappeared. All these years, and he’s got nothing to show for it. What a mess.”

Liansheng shoveled food into his mouth, chewing before replying, “Jiliang’s the type who won’t turn back until he hits a wall. At least now he’s free of Second Uncle Ji’s family. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson. Pity he didn’t realize sooner—Qiaoyun might not have divorced him then. Ah, well, why worry about others? This food’s good—get me another bowl.”

Chunfu and Jicheng made a simple meal and sat under the silk tree chatting. When the water had cooled enough, Jicheng brought it over for Chunfu to soak her feet, carefully massaging the pressure points to ease her fatigue.

“You seem much healthier now. My heart’s finally at ease. You haven’t forgotten what you said earlier, have you?”

Chunfu, who had been smiling, immediately stiffened. This petty man hadn’t let it go. She averted her gaze and muttered, “What did I say? I’ve forgotten. I’m done—your turn.” Her fair, delicate feet emerged from the water, and after drying them hastily, she hurried inside.

Jicheng watched her retreat, lips curving as he poured out the dirty water. He took his time with his own tasks—he had no intention of letting her off the hook.