Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1616 Appreciation (three more)
"Yes, worry-free."

"Be carefree, be happy for the rest of your life, live the life you want, and not be disturbed by worldly worries." He said.

"Although it is impossible to be carefree for a lifetime, this is after all our elders' wish and blessing for her." Zuo Junmo continued.

Yang Ruoqing pondered for a moment, then nodded happily.

"Well, yes, carefree, a good hope."

Then, she picked up Luo Baobao and lightly scratched her little nose.

"Baby, did you hear that? You will have a name in the future, Wuyou, Luo Wuyou, hahaha..."

……

As Yang Ruoqing expected, Yang Huazhong came back when it was time to cook lunch.

Driving a carriage, sweating profusely.

In the carriage, there are all the ingredients that the man went to the nearby water town to buy.

At noon, there was a big table full of all kinds of dishes.

It's all the flavor of the farmhouse, although it's not as exquisite as the ones in the big restaurants, but the bowls of dishes are real.

Moreover, full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Zuo Junmo glanced at the food on the table in front of him, and then saw the sincere faces of the Yang family beside the table.

Zuo Junmo felt as if he had returned to his own home. He was not at all restrained, but kind and casual.

Yang Huazhong patted the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, "Master Zuo, come here, and taste this sweet-scented osmanthus wine. We brewed it ourselves when the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed last fall!"

"The wine is not strong, but still a little sweet. The water used is not from the pond, nor from the river behind the village, nor from a well, but from a cold pool on Mianniu Mountain behind the village!"

Yang Huazhong poured a bowl full of sweet-scented osmanthus wine for Zuo Junmo, poured another bowl for Blacksmith Luo at the same table, and finally he was himself.

Zuo Junmo picked up the wine bowl and stood up, "Uncle Luo, Third Uncle, this junior respects you with this first bowl, treat it as a belated New Year's greeting."

"I do it first as a respect, the two elders, please feel free."

Zuo Junmo raised his head, and drank the wine in the bowl in one breath.

Blacksmith Luo and Yang Huazhong looked at each other, and they both saw the same appreciation in each other's eyes.

The two men also picked up the wine bowls in front of them, raised their heads and drank wildly.

At the table, Yang Ruoqing was holding Luo Baobao in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eating food with small mouthfuls.

Seeing them fighting for wine like this, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my lips.

What do you say?
Not only father and uncle appreciate Zuo Junmo, but she herself also admires him.

Why?

He has Luo Fengtang's boldness and Mu Zichuan's humility and gentlemanly demeanor.

He is the successor of the Mohist school, proficient in the construction of various mechanisms and tools.

But at the same time, he is also a shrewd businessman, galloping around the mall with sharp eyes and active thinking.

Able to spot business opportunities and act swiftly.

To use a sentence she has seen in modern times to describe, Zuo Junmo is the 'sniper' of the mall.

But at the same time, he didn't have the copper stink of a businessman.

Xu is because he has been studying since he was a child. He is simple and friendly, giving people the feeling of a big brother next door.

I feel better towards Zuo Junmo than towards Mu Zichuan.

Maybe it's because of the kindness like a big brother, but Mu Zichuan, because of the marriage contract, because of his obsession...

When alone with him, there will always be some scruples.

But Zuo Junmo did not.

"Brother Zuo, don't just drink too much, take a few sips to suppress your alcohol."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but reminded, and used the pair of serving chopsticks prepared by the side to pick up a chopstick dish for Zuo Junmo and put it in his bowl.

Zuo Junmo looked up at Yang Ruoqing and smiled slightly.

That smile is so warm, like the spring breeze in March, it can make all kinds of flowers bloom.

A meal, the guest and host enjoy.

Because Luo Fengtang was not at home, Zuo Junmo couldn't stay longer.

Stayed here for one night, and talked with Yang Ruoqing about the business and the sales of these mountain products in Mianniu Mountain in the next season.

In Sleeping Niu Mountain, there are treasures everywhere, it depends on whether there is someone with that ability.

With that ability, you can send out these mountain goods continuously and turn them into jingling silver.

If you don't have that ability, you can only watch these things rot in the mountains, season after season, year after year.

For so many years in the past, the ancestors guarded such a treasure like this for generations, Kong sighed.

It's different now. Changping Village has a Yang Ruoqing who leads the villagers to develop the resources in the mountains.

"Qing'er, this is a private heart-to-heart conversation between the eldest brother and you. You villagers in Changping Village are now richer than before, [-]% is due to your credit."

After dinner, Zuo Junmo and Yang Ruoqing chatted privately after finishing their business talks.

"I heard that third uncle is now Li Zheng, and your family is the most prestigious in the village."

"You also opened a school to let the children in the village study for fame."

"What you brought to your villagers from ten miles and eight villages is not only money in your hands, but also hope."

"You're really amazing. The longer Brother Yu has known you, the more I can't see through you, and the more I admire you!"

In the end, Zuo Junmo spoke truthfully.

Yang Ruoqing was a little embarrassed to hear that.

"Brother Zuo, you praise me so much, I'm the only fruit left in the sky and on earth, my girl will be proud." She joked.

Zuo Junmo smiled and shook his head: "Brother Yu is not praising you, but speaking truthfully. Besides, sister, you are not the kind of proud and complacent person. Brother Yu believes in your own eyes."

Yang Ruoqing stuck out her tongue.

Although she is already the mother of two children, these coquettish and cute expressions occasionally make Zuo Junmo see her differently.

Zuo Junmo's brows and eyes stretched, and the smile in his eyes reached the bottom of his heart.

"By the way, Qing'er, there is one more thing I want to tell you, no, in a precise sense, it should be to congratulate you." Zuo Junmo said again.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zuo Junmo took out a stack of banknotes from the bottom of his sleeve and handed them to Yang Ruoqing.

"You count the money here, and I'll tell you more about it," he said.

Yang Ruoqing was confused, but she counted according to her words.

After counting, Yang Ruoqing tidied up the bank notes, "It's a full 200 taels of silver, what's the matter, Big Brother Zuo?"

Zuo Junmo said: "This 200 taels of silver, in your words, is your manuscript fee."

"What? Author's fee?" Yang Ruoqing thought she heard it wrong.

Is it...?
"That's right!" Zuo Junmo raised his eyebrows.

"The book "Dream of Red Mansions", after you entrusted me to print it, I just tried to sell it within Qing'an County."

"The response was pretty good, and then I took it to Changhuaizhou again."

"A few months ago, a friend of mine came back from the capital, and he came to me to talk about old times."

"During the conversation, he told me that recently, in the aristocratic circle of the capital, many wives and ladies are chasing a novel called "A Dream of Red Mansions."

(End of this chapter)