After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 244 Seller

Grandpa Ding was silent for a long time, then said, "Zhuzi, it's not that Grandpa doesn't want to send you to school, it's just that we farmers can't afford it!"

"But Grandpa, we made money making persimmon cakes!"

"Zhu Zi, we might not be able to sell our persimmon cakes!" In the end, Grandpa Ding still couldn't believe that persimmon cakes could fetch a lot of money.

"Grandpa, believe me, we will definitely make money!" Ding Lan said firmly.

"Okay, if the remaining persimmon cakes can be sold, Grandpa will send you to school!"

Grandpa Ding was desperate. Didn't he want to send his child to school? Didn't he know that education could lead to officialdom? It's just that farmers can't afford it. His family is already struggling to feed themselves, so how could they have the energy and money to think about anything else?

Since Zhu Zi brought it up, Grandpa Ding was very tempted. His grandson was so clever; maybe the key to changing the threshold of the Ding family was him!

Grandpa Ding secretly made up his mind that even if the remaining persimmons didn't sell for such a high price, he would find a way to send Ding Zhuzi to school.

Even if you don't pass the imperial examination, it's good to be literate and work in town. Look at the village chief's eldest son, he works as an accountant in town, and everyone in the village envies him!

Ding Lan was overjoyed to receive confirmation, and what made him even happier was that Master Hu had indeed come to see them again!

"Kid, your house is really hard to find!" Master Hu got off the carriage and looked around the farmhouse courtyard, which was quite well-maintained.

"Master Hu! Please come in!" Seeing that there were many villagers gathered around the courtyard, Ding Lan quickly invited them into the house.

Once inside, Mr. Hu sat down and got straight to the point: "Kids, do you still have those auspicious cakes I bought last time? I'd like to take all the remaining ones. Name your price!"

Master Hu never expected that the auspicious cakes would be so popular. He originally intended to give them out as New Year's gifts as Ding Lan suggested, but the people who ate them had a good reaction and asked him if he had any more. Some even went to his shop to inquire.

Master Hu immediately felt that this business was worth doing. You see, he not only had shops in the town, but also in the prefectural city and even the capital.

More importantly, his cousin in the capital also thought it was good and sent someone to have him send more over!

Grandpa Ding listened from the side, his lips trembling slightly with excitement, wishing he could agree immediately.

Ding Lan's eyes lit up; he had originally planned to sell them all!

"Sir, we still have several large vats, but can you take them all?" He was a little worried.

"Only this much?" Master Hu frowned upon hearing this, as it was far less than he had wanted.

"Make some more, money is not a problem!"

This was when the Ding family was dumbfounded. That wasn't enough; they had plucked all the wild persimmons off the mountain!

Moreover, there are no persimmons now, so it's impossible to make them.

Ding Lan shook her head. "Master, the Ruyi cake is seasonal. There's nothing we can make it with right now!"

Ding Lan said that was all she had this year, and Mr. Hu was also disappointed. He then bought them all without even haggling over the price.

The Ding family was extremely excited at the thought of the money that was about to come in.

"But kid, do you sell the recipe for your Ruyi cake?"

Ding Lan hesitated. He secretly wanted to sell them. They made money this year, but he wasn't sure he could keep it a secret from the villagers when they made persimmon cakes next year.

"Sir, please wait for my family to discuss this!"

Ding Lan then discussed the prescription with her grandfather and the others, deciding whether or not to sell it.

“We definitely can’t sell it! We can continue making it next year!” Ding Niang was the first to disagree.

"Keep your voice down!" Ding's father reminded her, as Master Hu was still outside.

Like everyone else, Grandpa Ding didn't want to sell it. Farmers have recipes that can be passed down for generations.

Seeing this, Ding Lan could only patiently analyze for them: "Grandpa, we made money selling persimmons this year, so we definitely can't hide it from the villagers. When we go to pick persimmons again next year, the villagers will definitely find out. When they come to ask us, will we not say anything?"

"This..." Grandpa Ding hesitated. Everyone in the village was related, so how could he answer that?

When Ding Lan said that, everyone realized that even if the villagers asked, could they really keep it a secret from his wife's family?

"Then let's sell it! Dad, let's listen to Zhuzi!" Ding's father also realized that it was better to sell the recipe. If everyone knew how to make persimmon cakes, it probably wouldn't fetch a good price.

"Alright, let's sell it then!" Grandpa Ding had also thought of it; they couldn't keep this recipe forever, so they might as well sell it.

Having made the decision, Ding Lan told Master Hu that they were selling the prescription!

This was an unexpected surprise for Mr. Hu. He had only tentatively mentioned the recipe after observing the family's living conditions, but who knew it would actually sell!

"Master, this prescription costs 1000 taels!"

Upon hearing Ding Lan's words, Old Master Hu paused in his drinking, while the Ding family members gasped in shock. "Zhu Zi/Grandson/Brother/Son really dares to ask for that!"

"Kid, isn't your price a bit too high?"

"Sir, once you get this prescription, you can use it every year, and you'll definitely earn much more money than 1000 taels!"

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Hu decided it wasn't too much. "Alright, after you give me the recipe, you can't sell it to anyone else!"

"Of course, but it should be fine for us to cook at home, right?" Ding Lan asked to make sure.

"Of course, as long as you don't sell them!"

After reaching an agreement, Ding Lan then told Master Hu how to make persimmon cakes.

"The Ruyi Cake is actually made of persimmons!" Master Hu was shocked. No wonder it tasted somewhat familiar to him.

"How did you come up with this idea? It's brilliant!" Old Master Hu thought of his persimmon orchard and immediately felt that his recipe was worth the money. He wondered how many dried persimmons he could make next year when the persimmons grew!

Thinking about how Ruyi cakes would be a hot seller in Beijing next year, with demand exceeding supply and him making a fortune, Old Master Hu couldn't help but smile.

The Ding family was so engrossed in the silver note that they couldn't take their eyes off it, and they didn't even care about the silver anymore.

"Alright, Grandma, you don't need to take the money anymore. If we wait any longer, the whole village will come in."

"Yes, yes, put the silver away first!" Granny Ding quickly collected all the money. "And the thousand taels of silver notes?"

"Give this banknote to Grandpa. Make it clear first, Grandpa has promised to send me to school!"

Before the family could even process the shock of the banknotes, they heard another shocking piece of news: "Studying?"

Seeing everyone frowning, Ding Lan waved the silver notes and said, "Aren't we rich now?"

The mood immediately brightened; it's because their family is now rich!