Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 29: Sales Channels

The last traces of sunset were swallowed by the western mountains, the sky rapidly shifting from orange-red to indigo.

The outline of Qingshi Town grew blurred behind them, with only a few scattered lights resembling beans accidentally spilled by distant households.

The dirt road back to the village was rugged and uneven, the ruts pressed into it by ox carts during the day appearing like deep scars in the twilight.

Zhao Rui walked somewhat awkwardly, holding the hibiscus cakes packaged in their exquisite paper box.

The box had sharp, defined edges, unlike Su Ming's bundle wrapped in coarse cloth that could be casually slung over a shoulder. He alternated between tucking it under his arm and cradling it in his arms, finding no comfortable way to carry it, looking rather discomfited.

"Su Ming." He finally couldn't resist speaking, his voice sounding abrupt in the quiet wilderness.

"Hmm?" Su Ming responded, turning his head to look at him.

"You... you bought all those things, spent so much money." Zhao Rui's tone was complex as he looked at the bulging cloth bag on Su Ming's shoulder. "Why didn't you buy anything for yourself? Even just a candied hawthorn stick would have been something."

In his simple understanding, going out should always involve bringing back something for oneself as a memento.

"What belongs to my family, belongs to me." Su Ming's reply was simple, almost blurted out.Lin Yu snorted lightly in Su Ming's mind, his internal monologue rich enough to stage an entire opera: "Well now, not bad, my disciple! Your awareness is quite high! Those words are spoken with such collectivist spirit! You've truly grasped the essence of my 'Way of Survival' principle of 'shared risks, shared benefits'! By binding your family to your chariot, your safety factor increases exponentially!"

Zhao Rui was stumped by these words.

Holding the hibiscus cakes in his arms, the delicate aroma of the pastries now seemed somewhat bland and uninteresting.

He thought of his own father, that Village Chief who always wore a stern face. What would his father say when he brought back this box of the town's most expensive pastries? Most likely, he would frown and say "wasting money," and that would be the end of it.

What belongs to my family, belongs to me?

Zhao Rui chewed on this phrase, feeling as if something was stuck in his heart, making him feel stifled and uncomfortable.

lazily. "This kid is going through a phase of worldview reconstruction, his mind is a complete mess like a pot of congee. He won't comprehend anything you say to him right now. Let him ponder

Ming asked, slowing his pace to wait for Zhao Rui who had fallen

didn't think that grand vision of 'making the entire

"Of course not."

we have me, no problem. Production, we'll get

our paper, who do

for a moment and said, "The

hatched chick directly into a weasel's den! You, a poor kid from the village, go to those merchants who eat people without spitting out the bones with a brand new,

images of the shrewd or arrogant faces

absolute minimum, interrogate us about our papermaking formula, and

own interests, rashly contacting those major channels

I let you, kid, go compete with those old foxes, what if you got tricked into revealing information, or simply got kidnapped? Where would I find another host as easy to use as you?

should we do?" Su Ming felt

was guarding a gold mountain but couldn't find

things must involve finding merchants? What we need to find are 'end users'! And specifically, the kind of end users who need us the

Su Ming was unfamiliar

Lin Yu explained. "Think about it, who

and stubborn figure flashed through Su

"Xu Qing!"

to snap his fingers. "Him! Think about his situation. He copies books himself, and his fellow County School students also

Ming's eyes lit

screams. The grass paper we produce, even if it's rough, is a hundred times better than the repeatedly soaked, washed waste paper they use now where the characters almost blur into blobs! For them,

heartbeat began

to see a clear path unfolding before

rate. He can use it himself and also help us sell it to

between scholars; we don't have to

the most suitable product, through the safest channel, to the people who need it most! We earn money,

by the blueprint his master painted. He wished he could run home right now and immediately start cutting bamboo to