"Grandpa, there's something I need you to do. From now on, you can just grow flowers for me," said Chiang Xiao. "Haven't we planted many flowers in our yard? We'll plant some more, and when these flowers are carefully grown, you'll pick them for me, then sun-dry and roast them, and have Chu Liang send them to the Capital City for me. I want to use these flowers to make flower tea."
She would also give money to Grandpa every month as a salary.
Chiang Xiao had thought about it; the flower tea she wanted to sell on the market couldn't entirely come from the space. First, it would be very expensive, and second, the effect would be too good.
She could grade them, using some of the flowers cultivated with Black Soil as ordinary ones, with prices not particularly high.
Of course, her "ordinary," compared to those on the market, certainly wouldn't be ordinary at all.
Chiang Songhai breathed a sigh of relief, "Can those flowers be used?"
