The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 182 Lonely Ghost
Chu Xu then remembered and said, "There is a lot of medicinal herbs needed in the military camps during the border war. You can sell the medicinal herbs to the military camps."

Shang Wan thought he was going to say something, but upon hearing this, she chuckled and said, "A-Nian, the medicinal herbs in the military camp are procured by designated personnel, and there are fixed partners, so they are generally not changed."

Since medicinal herbs are a matter of life and death for soldiers, the chosen partners are all trustworthy herbal medicine merchants. There is a fixed cooperation model, and unless there is a major oversight, they are generally not changed.

Chu Xu raised his chin confidently, "With me here, I can persuade Father and Brother."

The child looked serious; he genuinely wanted to help.

Shang Wan smiled and reached out to rub his head, her voice gentle, "We've already agreed on the conditions for saving and protecting you, so you don't need to do anything extra."

"No," Chu Xu shook his head, "it's not a condition."

He did want to help, but he also wanted more wounded soldiers to survive.

The white-bearded doctor said that good medicinal herbs are hard to come by.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said seriously, "The military camp also needs good medicine. If you don't sell medicine, you can sell ointments. The ointment you gave me is particularly good. If it could be sold to the military camp, it could save many, many wounded soldiers."

His back injury was so severe, but after applying the ointment, it healed exceptionally quickly, much more effectively than the wound medicine specially made for him in the military camp.

If wounded soldiers could use such good ointment, their wounds would heal quickly and not recur, and many more would survive.

Selling ointment?
Shang Wan was taken aback; she really hadn't thought of selling the ointment to the military.

The military camp did have a high demand for ointment, but after a little thought, she felt that this method wouldn't work.

She knew the price of the ointment was not low, and her target customers were all wealthy people.

At a price of ten taels of silver per box, the military camp could not possibly purchase in large quantities. If they were only buying in small quantities, it would be better to cooperate with the medical clinic, which would reduce the risk.

If the price is lowered and sold at the same price as ordinary ointments, it will not only disrupt the market, but also cause losses for the merchants.

Injuries on the battlefield are common, and the need for ointments is always greater than necessary. If we were to purchase large quantities of ointments from Shang Wan at low prices, the spiritual spring water would be depleted, and the cultivation of herbs would definitely be affected, making it a completely unprofitable endeavor.

If she were wealthy, she could squander money as she pleased, but she's still in the early stages and can't afford to be extravagant.

If you are successful, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone.

She is really poor right now.

It's okay not to make a profit, but it's unacceptable to lose money.

Besides, you can't judge a book by its cover. Just because Chu Xu is naive and innocent doesn't mean his family is. What if they use their power to threaten her into handing over that so-called ancestral secret recipe?
Forget about gratitude; in the face of absolute self-interest, no relationship matters.

All things considered, selling the ointment to the military camp was unnecessary, completely unnecessary, as it lacked the right timing, location, and support.

Having made up her mind, and meeting the child's expectant gaze, Shang Wan couldn't bear to discourage him. She reached out and ruffled his fur, saying, "We'll talk about this after the person who's picking you up arrives."

—Find a way to fool them.

Chu Xu thought Shang Wan had agreed, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his face.

The child, feeling particularly pleased with himself for accomplishing something great, took Yuanyuan to swing on the swing under the tree.

Shang Wan sighed inwardly and gave Xiao Huan a wink.

Xiao Huan understood, and made an excuse to ask Shang Wan to help pack up the fabrics and threads she had bought. She then took Shang Wan's arm and they went back to their room together.

The door creaked shut, and the two sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Xiao Huan picked up the small teapot on the kang table, poured a cup of cold tea, and placed it next to Shang Wan. Shang Wan held the teacup, waiting for Xiao Huan to speak.

Xiao Huan bit her lip, glancing at Shang Wan again and again, her eyes conflicted and her expression hesitant.

Shang Wan's already limited patience was gradually running out. She tapped the table with her fingers and urged, "Hurry up and say it. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

Xiao Huan: "Sister, promise me first that you won't leave no matter what I say."

Shang Wan thought to herself, "This sounds pretty serious. Could the person who came really be an enemy?"
She said seriously, "You're all here, where can I go? Don't worry about so much, just say what you know. We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huan seemed to have finally made up her mind. She adjusted her posture, sitting more upright, and slowly spoke, her tone cautious, "Sister, where... are you, a wandering ghost?"

Shang Wan: "!"

Good grief, their disguise has been exposed?

Because he was too surprised to control his expression, a hint of surprise slipped through his eyes.

Xiao Huan stared intently at Shang Wan, and seeing this, quickly assured her, "Sister, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else, not even brother-in-law. You're not..."

"Yes." Shang Wan interrupted her and simply admitted it.

Since she'd already guessed it, and after spending time with Xiao Huan these past few days, she knew her personality well enough that there was no point in keeping it a secret.

Shang Wan's straightforward admission startled Xiao Huan.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she still covered her mouth in surprise, worried that she would shout out because she was too excited.

Shang Wan stared at her curiously: "How did you find out?"

Admittedly, her disguise was not very convincing, but even Lu Chengjing, that fox, only guessed that she had replaced the original Shang Wan by some means, and never thought of ghosts and monsters. How could Xiao Huan guess so accurately?

Xiao Huan steadied herself and whispered, "After the young mistress hit her head, Shi Tou found a cart. When I helped lift the young mistress onto the cart, I found that she was already dead."

Shang Wan: "..."

It is indeed highly suspicious for a person who has been dead to suddenly come back to life.

"and then?"

"When you woke up later, I thought I had made a mistake, but—"

Xiao Huan paused, looking at Shang Wan with a complicated expression. "I am the young mistress's personal maid, and I know her affairs better than anyone. The young mistress hates rough and uncouth martial artists the most, and there is no way she would practice martial arts, let alone be so skilled."

Shang Wan: "...What if I'm just pretending to dislike martial artists?"

“Impossible.” Xiao Huan shook her head firmly. “Your attitude towards your brother-in-law and Yuan Yuan is different. The former young mistress was very afraid of the third young master and even said that the third young master was a monster. If the third young master goes to prison, the most likely thing the young mistress would do is to abandon us and run away immediately, rather than try to rescue the third young master and treat his injuries.”

"Furthermore, there are many things that the young mistress doesn't know, and their personalities are completely different; they're not like the same person at all."

Shang Wan: "..."

Well, it turns out she was exposed from the very beginning.

She couldn't help but look at Xiao Huan with new respect. This girl was surprisingly composed. If she hadn't pressed her, Xiao Huan would probably have kept this matter to herself forever and never told anyone.

Shang Wan teased her, "You said I'm a wandering ghost, aren't you afraid I'll bring you harm?"

"No." Xiao Huan's eyes were firm, even with a smile in them. "Even if you are a wandering ghost, you are a good ghost. If it weren't for you, my brother-in-law would have been sent to the capital to be beheaded, and I, Shi Tou, and Yuan Yuan would not know how we would have survived. We might have starved to death. How could we have the good life we ​​have now?"