I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel

Chapter 351: Chapter 307: Eccentric People!

An Jian: "Ming Yue, where are you and Brother Xie? I didn’t see anyone when I came back at noon, and the door was still locked when I returned at night. Oh, my poor stomach! There’s nothing happening on this side at the Southern Institute, so that’s that."

Then there was a date; upon looking, it was something from ten minutes ago.

Jiang Mingyue placed the note back, pretending it hadn’t been touched.

But Lightning looked pitiful: You are such a bad owner, hmph! Where’s my pine needle roasted chicken?

Jiang Mingyue pointed to the live chickens and rabbits in the cage nearby, "In normal households, they can barely eat a few bites of meat all year round. But look at you, you can catch and eat them anytime you want, don’t take your blessings for granted."

Lightning rolled his eyes: Don’t make excuses for your irresponsibility, Xiao Yanzi wouldn’t do this.

Jiang Mingyue: Haha! Don’t think I don’t know you just ate a meat bun, given by An Jian, right? What did I say before? Don’t eat food from outside, do you have a death wish?

For once, Lightning guiltily shrunk his head.

"Think carefully, if you make the same mistake next time, you’ll never get to eat pine needle roasted chicken again."

Lightning’s black-haired body stiffened, staring at Jiang Mingyue in horror: That won’t do!

Seeing her coldly smiling and watching him fixedly: I’ll never dare again!

"Remember what I said, and I’ll remember what you said. Beware of the consequences if you can’t keep your word!"

"I originally came back to give you pine needle roasted chicken, but it seems that’s unnecessary now."

Lightning’s wolfish intestines turned green with regret: No, master!

Fine, from now on, even if a cart full of meat buns is placed in front of him, he wouldn’t even sniff it. Meat buns versus roasted chicken, only a fool wouldn’t know which to choose.

What a loss!

Jiang Mingyue looked back at her notebook, finding out it’s the Zhao Family Five Tigers’ third time coming to transport distiller’s grains, and this time they also wanted a hundred jars of wine. Jiang Mingyue immediately went to Suburb No. 5 and threw out all the distiller’s grains, now bagged, and waited in the yard because the payment for the wine hadn’t been delivered yet.

As soon as it got dark, there were sounds outside, the rumbling of car wheels approaching. Jiang Mingyue released her spiritual power and "saw" that it was indeed the Zhao Family people; this time, Zhao Santu and Zhao Wuhu were leading, with a forward team leading the way and two people at the rear in charge of security. It was quite comprehensive.

When there was knocking on the door and Jiang Mingyue’s spiritual power confirmed the surroundings were safe, she went to open the door. Previously the eldest cousin had come for the exchange, so she didn’t know they followed the rules so well.

"Coming!"

Hearing a girl’s voice from inside, the Zhao Family Tigers felt at ease. The worst was dealing with people who were not punctual; it would disrupt all plans and add unnecessary risks. Now it seemed they had indeed found a reliable partner, whether it remained so depended on future interactions.

Jiang Mingyue opened the door and stepped aside: "Come in."

Both sides knew each other’s temperament and didn’t exchange pleasantries, getting straight to their tasks. A group of people checked and loaded the vehicles, knowing the weight of each bag in their hearts, and the total number needed to be checked off.

"It’s ten tons again, Miss Ming Yue, I can smell the aroma of wine." This was Mengzi, who was known for inciting dogs to bite at the village entrance, reportedly present the last two times. His change probably stemmed from witnessing the effect the distiller’s grains had on the Zhao Family piglets, seeing their concealed joy confirmed it.

"Yes, ten jars, each jar holds five liters, and the jars need to be returned next time."

Zhao Wuhu: "We understand, we will return them without any damage." After all, they’re resolving the feed issue for their family, no offense should be caused.

Mengzi led the team in carrying, Zhao Wuhu handed over a thousand yuan, "Miss Ming Yue, please count it."

"No need for such politeness." Of course, counting was a must.

"All good, wishing you prosperity and success in your business."

Isn’t it true? These days, being able to make money smoothly and safely is the best thing.

Zhao Wuhu felt comforted: "Thanks for the good wishes, Ming Yue."

Seeing the group off, Jiang Mingyue locked the door from inside and entered her space.

Although eggs needed to be collected, and the chickens and rabbits needed processing otherwise some would age, she was too tired to think about anything now and soaked in the hot spring bath.

Only after she felt completely relaxed did she wash all over with fragrant essential oil soap. After getting dressed, Jiang Mingyue returned to the inn, "seeing" the next room but Brother Xie hadn’t returned.

So Jiang Mingyue sat on a chair, brewing flower tea taken out from her space. While sipping it, she used her spiritual power to handle the chickens and rabbits, a job she could now do with just her mind instead of entering physically. After processing, Jiang Mingyue took out several large baskets of pine needle roasted chickens and rabbits into the storage room, along with air-dried chickens and rabbits, and more than ten pots of braised chickens and rabbits. Primarily she had run out of spices, otherwise, she could continue. She also air-dried the rest and made preserved eggs from the collected eggs.

She brewed another batch of wine, the jars were running out again, but she couldn’t go see Uncle Mute yet.

Gotta hold off a little longer... living too close does have its annoyances!

She grabbed a piece of buckwheat twig given by Uncle Mute, sighing: Truly delicious!

The truffles were also harvested, put into the storage room first, until sesame oil could be bought to make truffle sauce later.

The rose flowers had withered, not sure if there would be a next batch.

The fruits like the third batch of apples and strawberries had matured normally, this time large-scale planting consisted mainly of plum trees, late in maturing, now was exactly the greengage season, perfect for brewing wine.

Jiang Mingyue first checked to see if there was more yeast, there was still plenty of rock candy and ice sugar, so she picked some greengages and grapes, cleaned and disinfected a hundred-liter jar, washed, and air-dried the greengages and grapes. When it came time to seal the jar, she was out of strength and withdrew her spiritual power, sprawling on the bed to rest.