diskusbooks Chapter 309 Leaving the Yao Family
Chapter 309 Leaving the Yao Family
Yao Wenlan looked at the hundreds of younger members of the Yao family.
(Yao Wenlan's father had three brothers; he was the eldest son in the family. He himself had four brothers, not including his half-brothers. He had three legitimate sons, one illegitimate son, and three illegitimate daughters. The rest of the family also had many descendants, some with more than a dozen children, showing that the Yao family was large and prosperous.)
When he shared this idea, even his third brother's eight-year-old daughter stood up and said she wanted to learn how to make tea.
As soon as she spoke, the older children, especially those who had been bullied or mocked by the children of the tea masters, all stood up.
They kept saying that they not only had to learn, but they had to learn well.
This action brought tears to the eyes of the clan elders, who repeatedly blamed themselves...
They all knew that although the tea masters in the Yao family were servants, they had become more capable over the years.
Thanks to their tea-frying skills, their descendants have often flaunted their power and influence in front of the younger generation of the Yao family.
In the past, the elders of the Yao family would not intervene because the family's tribute tea still depended on them.
Now, that won't happen.
These younger generations are the hope of the Yao family.
Because of this decision, the Yao family became a major tea grower in Guanglin Prefecture.
Yao Wenlan further encouraged the people of Guanglin Prefecture to plant tea and taught them how to manage tea trees.
He also told the people that the Yao family would buy all the tea leaves they grew and harvested according to his regulations.
However, they currently have no intention of sharing their tea-frying techniques with others.
……
Gu Chenglin looked at the group who were wolfing down their food, then turned to Lu Yunqing, his tone somewhat displeased: "Prefect Yao isn't giving you any food?"
Dongfang Jin put down her chopsticks: "They're so busy right now, they don't have time to care about us."
Furthermore, the food in Guanglin Prefecture was terrible; the dishes were simply boiled in water.
I didn't dare to make a move, afraid I wouldn't come back.
"That won't do. We'll have Uncle Ma open the Ping An Restaurant in Guanglin Prefecture later."
Gu Chenglin placed a plate of shredded pork with garlic sauce in front of her and said with concern, "Hurry up and eat some more. Things will be better once the businesses under Lingyun Pavilion are fully developed."
From now on, wherever you go, you'll be able to find something you like to eat.
Dongfang Jin leaned back in her chair and waved her hand: "I'm not eating anymore, I'm too full. Lingyun Pavilion is too slow."
Let Ping An Restaurant expand. Besides, even with the same cuisine, different chefs can produce different flavors.
I'm just waiting for the roast duck to be served!
The ducks in Yangjia'ao have been reserved by the Changhua family, so she still can't easily get a roast duck to eat.
There are too many eyes watching her.
Lu Yunqing swallowed a mouthful of rice: "I stayed there for three years before, and I didn't think anything of it at the time."
This time, going back was definitely a bit difficult; my tastes had become too spoiled from staying at your place.
Gu Chenglin...
Why don't you just say you're craving something sweet?
But what he said was true; even he himself can't get used to eating out now.
Axi nodded in agreement: "When you're out and about, if you come across a Ping An Restaurant, you can go in and have a decent meal. I've never been to any other restaurant."
Sometimes he would rather take a few pancakes from the Gu family's house than eat out.
Dongfang Jin pouted: "You're just making excuses for your stinginess."
Ah Dong raised his hand: "Jin Jie, you've really wronged him. He really doesn't go to those restaurants anymore."
Although he used to be stingy, he was never stingy when it came to food.
Lu Yunqing nodded: "A large portion of the money he earns from me goes to buying food."
Dongfang Jin laughed: "I didn't know you had this side to you."
Her laughter was a mistake; she immediately started hiccuping, indicating she had eaten too quickly, and she began pounding her chest.
Gu Chenglin quickly poured her some water, but before he could deliver it to his wife, Lu Yunqing intercepted it.
Gu Chenglin...
This is awful!
Don't you have hands?
Gritting his teeth, he silently picked up the kettle and poured another glass of water for Dongfang Jin.
"We'll go back to Lingwu Village tonight."
Dongfang Jin took the water glass, drank it all in one gulp, and finally stopped hiccuping. She nodded and said, "Okay."
Lu Yunqing was about to speak when Gu Chenglin interrupted her: "There are still many things for the magistrate in the east of the city. The brick kiln is on the right track and there are people keeping an eye on it."
This morning, Xiaojun said we're quite busy in the fields right now; they need to drive stakes into the vineyard and set up a waterwheel by the river.
Since we're not letting him go to Guanglin Prefecture, let's leave him some things to do.
He certainly left him quite a bit.
Lu Yunqing glanced at him sideways, pulled the shredded pork with garlic sauce in front of him, and began to eat it heartily: "I know, I'll move to Lingwu Village after I've made the arrangements."
Gu Chenglin...
There's no way to shake them off now!
Gritting his teeth: "Isn't the county government office enough for you to stay in?"
"There's no food at the county government office."
"Why don't we just eat here? Lingwu Village is quite far, it's a hassle to travel back and forth, and we won't get proper rest, will we?"
“No trouble at all, I can rest in the carriage,” Lu Yunqing said, her teeth grinding together.
Dongfang Jin was too lazy to pay attention to these two childish guys, and he didn't know when it started.
Gu Chenglin and Lu Yunqing became two hedgehogs.
As one wishes……
They were just jealous of each other.
……
With the arrival of spring, all things revive, and the vast fields present a vibrant, bustling, and orderly scene.
The warm sunshine bathed the earth, and the gentle spring breeze brushed against my cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness but also the fragrance of the soil.
In this hopeful season, the people are entering their busiest time.
In the fields, an elderly man and a lively, adorable child stand out amidst the busy crowd, creating a heartwarming and touching scene.
The old man was wearing a faded blue cloth shirt and a somewhat worn-out straw hat.
Time has etched deep wrinkles on his face, but his eyes remain bright and resolute.
He held a sharpened hoe, his back bent, and each swing was steady and powerful.
The hoe is driven deep into the soil, then pulled up sharply, turning over clods of fertile earth to prepare for sowing.
The old man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he paid no attention to them, focusing intently on repeating the action, as if he were performing a sacred ritual with the land.
Dongfang Jin sat in the carriage, lifting the curtain to look at the people busy in the fields on both sides of the road: "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil. Who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work?"
Ruyi stabbed someone in the space; [it's like sowing a single grain in spring and reaping ten thousand in autumn...]
"Alright, I was just expressing my feelings, why are you being so timely?" Dongfang Jin interrupted Ruyi.
As Gu Chenglin listened to his wife reciting poetry, he stopped teasing her as he used to: "Wife, do you want to go to the riverbank and see if Uncle Song is installing a waterwheel with his men?"
He didn't mention that there were also several people sent by the emperor working there.
The emperor's cousin sent a lot of people, some of whom went to the old housing renovation area in the east of Ling'an County.
Some of them went to the brick kiln and now manage all the affairs of the kiln.
Some of them came to Lingwu Village. Some worked with Song Qing on the waterwheel, some were in the vineyard, and some were in the seedling area.
Some went to Guanglin Prefecture to learn tea making.
"No, I want to go home and sleep. You go ahead," she said, not wanting to go at all. Once she got there, those people would bombard her with questions like a million whys.
She'll be fine with it; she won't be unable to answer, and then Ruyi will have to busy herself looking up information and relaying it to her.
Too troublesome.
I was somewhat guilty.
In her secluded residence, there's a large box of books given to her by the Imperial Tutor, which she hasn't yet figured out.
Just thinking about it makes me feel exhausted and listless.
Dongfang Jin leaned out the car window and looked outside. Not far away, a child was squatting on the ground.
He was wearing a brightly colored jacket (made of various fabrics pieced together), and holding a small shovel in his hand, he was diligently digging a hole by the field, imitating the adults.