As for things like Xiaoli's, she kept them to herself and quietly made a fortune; no one could do anything to her.
Honestly, if Gu Chang'an hadn't watched Gu Qingli grow up, he wouldn't have dared to accept her kindness. It's rare to find someone like Xiaoli in this world, someone not driven by profit. Not just rare—such people are practically nonexistent.
Gu Qingli merely smiled at Gu Chang'an's words. She brought out these items purely so she could eat them openly, and incidentally, help solve the villagers' problem of basic sustenance.
The two discussed matters related to planting before descending the mountain.
「In the afternoon,」
Gu Qingli went to the fields to check on the rice. The plants were beginning to head, so it was nearly time to apply more fertilizer.
