Chapter 123: Drink This and You Will Grow Up

Father Jiang had always unconditionally supported any decision made by Mother Zhao and Bai Yan. Therefore, once the decision was made to name the farm, he personally crafted a wooden sign adorned with rabbit ears and sought out Jiang Chengyan to have the name inscribed upon it.

After finishing a bath and changing into lightweight robes, Jiang Chengyan took one look at the adorable board, waved his hand with a flourish, and inscribed the words: "Rabbit Farm."

"It sounds nice enough, but it does sound a bit like a place that sells rabbit meat," Mother Zhao remarked with a mutter.

Bai Yan: "..."

...

Mother Zhao and Father Jiang were now living in Jiang Chengyan’s home, though the villagers often looked at the couple with a hint of pity. They had severed ties with Grandpa Jiang, lost their house and land, and were now forced to rely on their son for support.

Little did the villagers know, behind the scenes, both Mother Zhao and Father Jiang were busy cultivating their own enterprises.

Just as Father Jiang finished crafting a small wooden cart for Bai Yan, the Hengfeng Carpentry Shop in the county seat unveiled a new line of vanities. Unlike the somber, traditional designs of the past, these were lively and charming, all themed around rabbits. The mirrors were circular, topped with two large wooden ears, and the matching stools were cushioned and soft, featuring a fluffy, round rabbit tail on the back.

Simultaneously, the fabric shop next to Hengfeng set up a small counter to sell rabbit-themed handbags.

There was no shortage of wealthy families in the county, and even more who doted on their daughters. This collection of vanities clearly captured the hearts of young girls, leading to a situation where demand far outstripped supply, which in turn drove the sales of the rabbit handbags next door.

Before long, other carpentry shops and clothing stores in the county began to imitate them.

While the rabbit vanities were enjoying such success, Bai Yan was already riding the little wooden cart Father Jiang had built for her, circling the courtyard. The cart was made entirely of wood and resembled a child’s toy. Bai Yan sat crouched on it, working hard to push it along with her legs, occasionally bumping into Jiang Chengyan.

"Dad, you’re so amazing!" Bai Yan slowly pedaled the little cart over to Father Jiang and pointed to the front. "Dad, add a little basket here for snacks."

Father Jiang considered this and immediately thought it was a brilliant idea; he had overlooked it himself.

"Did you make this chain yourself?" Jiang Chengyan walked over, looking down at the iron chain on the little cart.

Father Jiang nodded. "I gave the blacksmith a rough idea, then spent time refining it myself when I got back."

"She’s a bit too big; the carts should be made a little smaller, primarily to sell to young children," Jiang Chengyan suggested, taking the opportunity to ruffle Bai Yan’s hair. "After all, there aren’t many children as big as her."

"In your mother’s eyes and mine, you two will always be children," Father Jiang said with a bashful smile.

And so, just as other carpentry shops were scrambling to mimic Hengfeng, Hengfeng quickly launched a new line of small wooden carts for children, their speed of innovation leaving the competition in the dust.

...

Mother Zhao had spent these past few days busy buying various medicinal herbs and supplies.

Finally, one day, just as Bai Yan finished breakfast and prepared to check on her little mushrooms, she was whisked into the kitchen by a whirlwind that was Mother Zhao.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Bai Yan was met with a scent that was fragrant yet carried a strange, peculiar undertone.

"Come on, drink this. Once you drink it, you’ll grow up! Just look at you—you’re as thin as a bean sprout!" Mother Zhao insisted, watching intently as Bai Yan downed the bowl of thick, soup-like concoction.

At that moment, neither Bai Yan nor Mother Zhao could have possibly imagined the sheer power of what they had just unleashed...