Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 330 Raw Materials

In Xingchengfang, the manager Shumo was a little melancholy because there were not many fresh fruits left in the warehouse by Song Chunlin. Moreover, as the weather was getting hotter, even with a large amount of ice in the warehouse, it was still unable to stop the fruits from spoiling. At this rate, their cream cakes in Xingchengfang would be completely out of stock the day after tomorrow.

"Hey, why hasn't Young Master Song come back yet?"

Song Song also sighed: "Yes, we have to limit purchases every day. Although the sales of new products are good, there are still many people coming to ask about cream cakes every day."

The steward Shumo was helpless as there were not many fruits left. He had tried to buy some seasonal fresh fruits at the market. However, the taste of these fruits was so different from those sent by Song Chunlin that even they themselves could not eat them, let alone the diners.

Seeing that the inventory was about to be cleared out and Song Chunlin had not returned yet, everyone in the shop saw it and was anxious.

Just when they were at a loss, a carriage suddenly drove to the door, and the driver was Song Dazhuang.

"Uncle Song, why are you here?" Song Song was the first to run out to greet him.

Song Dazhuang smiled and touched Songsong's head, then pointed to the carriage behind him.

"Here, I've got the goods delivered to you."

The manager Uncle Mo also came out. He first bowed to Song Dazhuang, and then asked the shop assistants to pull the trailer over to unload the goods.

Song Dazhuang waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll carry it. This thing is very valuable, so you have to handle it with care."

Hearing that it was a valuable item, the manager and the other employees didn't dare to move. They could only help to carry the item down. They were so cautious, as if they were carrying something fragile.

Everyone delivered the things directly to the warehouse. After everything was unloaded, Song Dazhuang wiped the sweat from his forehead, peeled off the grass leaves covering it, and what came into view were bunches of green grapes.

"It's green grapes! Such fresh green grapes." The steward shouted in surprise. No wonder Song Dazhuang said it was a precious thing. Not only was it precious, but it was also unique. Except for the Song family, no one else could produce such big and sweet green grapes.

In addition to the green grapes, there are also dark Kyoho and seedless red grapes next to them. The taste is almost exactly the same as those sent by Song Chunlin. Except for some bumps and damages due to the long journey, they look very fresh.

"Where did Mr. Song get so many fresh grapes? It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Song Dazhuang: "It's free. This is Chunlin's vineyard at the border. It's the season, so the kid guarding the vineyard quickly sent us some. A lot of them were damaged on the way, but we've already picked them out, and these are all good."

When the steward heard that Song Chunlin actually built a vineyard, he opened his mouth in surprise.

Song Dazhuang took the opportunity to check the fruits in the warehouse. Although he knew nothing about making pastries, he knew that cream cakes must be decorated with fresh fruits, so he asked the housekeeper Shumo to dispose of those that were about to go bad.

The steward looked surprised: "Dispose of? But these are not completely broken yet, should we wait a little longer?"

Song Dazhuang knew that he was worried that Song Chunlin would not be able to come back in time and that there would not be enough fruit in the store. In fact, he himself did not know when Song Chunlin would come back, but the grapes from the border had been delivered, and the boy would be back soon.

Song Dazhuang's guess was correct. Song Chunlin took the children along the way to find their relatives. Although they did not walk fast, they moved forward in an orderly manner towards the capital.

He calculated the time while sitting in the carriage. It would take about three days to get home, but he wanted to go back to the capital first to send the two children in the carriage to the orphanage. Both children were little boys whose parents were gone, so they were sold to human traffickers by their uncles and aunts from the same clan.

The human trafficker was not doing a legitimate business. He specialized in finding young men for nobles with special preferences. The two children were good-looking, and he originally planned to send them to the wealthy area of Jiangnan to make a fortune, but they were intercepted by Song Chunlin in advance.

Even if such a child was sent back to his original place, there was a chance that he would be sold a second time. So Song Chunlin simply sent the child back and handed him over to the Charity Bureau, and registered him with a new household registration as an orphan.

Because he was taking care of two children, Song Chunlin arrived two days later than expected. Fortunately, the grapes from the border were delivered in time, which solved the store's urgent needs.

While Song Chunlin was on his way, Wu Ke, Madam Cheng and Fang Chen were sitting in the Song family's restaurant, eating their food with their mouths drooling. In between meals, they did not forget to praise Auntie Song and Qinshi Song for their good cooking skills.

Wu Ke ate with a relish, Madam Cheng had a sweet mouth, and even Fang Chen squinted his eyes while eating. The reactions of these three people made Auntie Song and Qinshi Song so happy that they asked them what else they wanted to eat and they would make it right away when they saw how relishing the food they were eating.

The three of them had already eaten up all the food on the table. Although it was really delicious, they couldn't eat any more, so they shook their heads quickly.

"No, I'm really full."

Song Qinshi didn't seem to believe it and asked hesitantly, "Are you serious? How about I make a few more dumplings for you?"

The three of them shook their heads in unison, indicating that they really couldn't eat any more. Only then did Aunt Song and Qin-shi give up.

Grandpa Song sat aside and watched them with a smile. When he saw that they were full, he began to ask them about matters at the border.

Madam Cheng's eyes rolled, and she quickly reached out and poked Fang Chen beside her. Fang Chen immediately put on a smile and told Grandpa Song about what happened when Song Chunlin was at the border, such as how he saved the local people from danger, how he almost shot an enemy general's head with an arrow when the barbarians besieged the city, and how he taught the local people to grow those high-yield crops.

Of course, Fang Chen did not forget to praise Gu Fengyue, saying that he led the soldiers at the border to learn grappling techniques, improved their bows and arrows, and increased everyone's martial arts value.

Fang Chen has been able to take charge of things on his own in recent years and has a good eloquence. Although many things were exaggerated in his narration, Grandpa Song liked to listen to it. Not only Grandpa Song liked to listen to it, but Grandma Song, Song Qinshi, and those little ones also liked to listen to it. They all sat neatly around Fang Chen, listening to him talk about the heroic deeds of their brothers and brother-in-law, and exclaimed from time to time. It can be said that the atmosphere was unprecedentedly good.

Song Qin quietly retreated halfway through listening. Song Chunsheng went to the kitchen early to prepare tea and snacks. As soon as the dining table was cleared, Song Chunsheng brought up a bunch of snacks and tea. He even prepared a bowl of snack for Zhou Ning.

Zhou Ning held the bowl and ate in small bites, listening with his ears perked up, with great interest.

So when Song Chunlin returned to the Song family on the third day, he found that there were three more people in the house. Looking at the trio in front of him, Song Chunlin couldn't figure out how these people got together.

Madam Cheng was the first to break the silence: "Young Master Song, there's no need to look, it's just the three of us who came here."

Song Chunlin was deeply puzzled: "Is it really not too dangerous for you to go on the road together?"

Wu Ke said he didn't care: "What's the big deal? We are all people who have killed barbarians. This little road is nothing. It's just that this is the first time we transport such delicate things. We originally loaded a lot on the car, but it broke all the way. No matter how much ice we put in, it won't help."

Song Chunlin expressed his understanding and looked at the baskets of grapes that Song Dazhuang had specially left for him. The quality was not as good as the ones sent to the store, but there was generally no problem. Song Chunlin tasted one anyway and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, it tastes good. It would be even better if it could solve the problem of the long journey."

Fang Chen also said: "Yes, during the journey, the road surface was bumpy in many places, and it was very bumpy. Grapes hate bumps the most. If it could be flatter, we could transport it faster."

This is indeed a big problem, but Song Chunlin feels that the three people have made great contributions in delivering the grapes here intact, and he gave a thumbs up to all three of them.

"Tell me, how's the vineyard doing? How's the harvest this year?"

When talking about the harvest of the vineyard, Fang Chen was so excited that he talked incessantly, and Song Chunlin also smiled when he heard it.

Song Chunlin didn't expect that this year's harvest would be so good. It seems that the three wood spiritual roots in the family are really a killer. Moreover, the taste is also very good, comparable to the grapes watered with spiritual spring water in his space.