Lucky Farmer Girl: I rely on metaphysics to support my family

After exchanging brief pleasantries with Young Master Zhao, Tang Wan, no longer wanting to delay business, led him through the front yard and toward the warehouse in the back yard.

Pushing open the door, one sees neatly stacked bags of grain inside, almost filling half the room.

Tang Wan indicated that Zhao Si Gongzi could inspect it at will.

Without any hesitation, Young Master Zhao stepped forward, untied the knot of one of the bags, and inspected it.

Young Master Zhao's face instantly lit up with delight, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "Excellent! Truly fine grain! Master, the quality of your grain is simply superb!"

He thought the master was indeed incredibly powerful, wondering where he had gotten such a rare and exquisite item.

The grains from last time were all top-quality, whether it was millet, wheat, or sorghum, they were all excellent.

You have to understand that most of the grain we borrowed was old grain, and even the fresh grain was not half the quality of what the other side had.

Thinking of this, Young Master Zhao hesitated slightly, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "I only accepted the master's best grain last time, and I know it's unfair to you this time. How about we charge you less for the quantity, and you can decide the amount, Master?"

Tang Wan waved her hand and smiled slightly, "There's no need for that. You were so generous back then, so these high-quality grains are like interest from me. You don't need to be so polite. We were partners in the previous cooperation, so this is only right."

The main issue was that he was asked to find some old grain, but he didn't have any.

As for giving less, theoretically it's possible, but if we actually did that, what would the Zhao family think?
Moreover, although it takes some effort to store things in one's own space, it is ultimately limited.

Since that's the case, there's no need to do things that make people feel uncomfortable.

Upon hearing Tang Wan's words, Young Master Zhao quickly replied with a smile, "Master is indeed a master, so magnanimous! In that case, I won't stand on ceremony with you!"

Tang Wan smiled and said, "Please!"

Young Master Zhao immediately turned to his trusted servant and ordered, "Quickly! Let all our men in. Be quick and careful with the food, don't waste the master's good grain!"

The Zhao family's servants were clearly well-trained; they quickly carried sacks of grain out of the yard and loaded them onto the mule carts parked outside.

For a moment, only the steady footsteps and the occasional low-voiced commands could be heard in the courtyard.

Seeing everyone busy, Tang Wan said to Zhao Si Gongzi, "It's too noisy here. Why don't you come with me to the front hall for a while, have a cup of tea, and let them keep busy here?"

Upon hearing Tang Wan's suggestion, Zhao Si Gongzi immediately beamed with joy, as he had been thinking the same thing. He replied, "Alright, alright, I'll follow Master's arrangements."

The two returned to the front hall, and Tang Wan instructed Wang Da to boil water and make tea. Wang Da responded and soon served two cups of tea.

Tang Wan and Young Master Zhao chatted about business in the prefecture while enjoying tea. Occasionally, they would mention the sales of canned goods, and Young Master Zhao praised them highly, saying that the shop was doing very well and there were many people urging for more orders.

About half an hour later, a servant came in and reported: "Fourth Young Master, the grain has been loaded onto the carts and counted. It totals XX shi (the specific quantity can be filled in here as needed). Please give your instructions."

Young Master Zhao nodded, stood up, and cupped his hands to Tang Wan, saying, "Master, thank you very much for today! This batch of grain has solved my urgent problem. I will send someone to deliver the money to your residence tomorrow, at the price we agreed on."

"Fourth Young Master is decisive and efficient, so I naturally trust him." Tang Wan also stood up to see him off.

After expressing his gratitude a few more times, Young Master Zhao led his men and the grain convoy away in a grand procession.

After seeing off Young Master Zhao, Tang Wan glanced at the sky; the sun was already setting. Having been busy for most of the day, she felt somewhat tired and said to Wang Da, "I'm a little tired. I'll go inside and rest for a while. Don't disturb me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Yes, Miss," Wang Da replied respectfully. Tang Wan entered the main house, closed the door, and with a thought, entered her spatial dimension.

The space was still filled with spiritual energy, making her feel relaxed and comfortable. She first scooped up water from the spiritual spring to wash her face and clear her mind. Then she found some ready-made snacks and fruits in the small kitchen next to her (she had previously set up cooking utensils in a corner of the space). She ate a few of them as her dinner.

Afterwards, she lay down on the soft couch beside the spring for a short rest. The space was quiet and peaceful, with only the rustling of the herbs and trees in the garden and the faint sound of flowing water. She soon fell into a deep sleep.

She slept exceptionally soundly. When she woke up naturally, she sensed the outside world through spatial perception and found that it was already getting dark.

She immediately left the space and pushed open the door. Wang Da was patrolling the courtyard when he saw her come out and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "Miss, you're awake. Brother Ding Li came by earlier, but seeing that you were resting, he didn't disturb you and said he would wait for you at the inquiry shop."

"Okay, I understand." Tang Wan nodded. "Everything's fine here. Keep an eye on the gate. I'll head back now."

After giving Wang Da her instructions, Tang Wan left the house and walked briskly toward the inquiry shop.

When they arrived at the inquiry shop, they indeed saw Ding Li sitting on a bench by the shop door, waiting, with the carriage parked not far away.

"Miss." Ding Li quickly stood up when he saw Tang Wan return.

"Have you been waiting long? Let's go back." Tang Wan smiled and boarded the carriage.

Ding Li responded and cracked his whip.

By the time the carriage arrived home, it was completely dark.

Tang Wan got out of the carriage and said to the gatekeeper and servant who came to greet her, "Unload all the wine from the carriage carefully and take it to the main house."

Ding Li and his servants worked together to unload the five jars of "Yu Bing Shao" wine, a gift from the Yu family, and the three jars of wine they had bought earlier from the carriage.

Tang Wan led them and personally delivered the wine to the main house.

Tang Wan went in first to pay her respects, and then she asked someone to bring the wine over.

Tang Bojun saw the servants carefully placing jars of wine in an empty corner of the wall, and soon a small pile had been formed.

Tang Bojun was taken aback. He put down his book, stood up, pointed at the wine jars, and asked in surprise, "Wan'er, what's this?"

He knew his daughter had gone to the prefectural capital today, but he never expected her to bring back such a large amount of wine.

Tang Wan smiled slightly and explained, "Father, please don't be alarmed. Most of these were given to me by Young Master Yu of the Yu Family Winery, who said it was to thank me for the new wine recipe. I couldn't refuse, so I had to accept some."

Tang Bojun regained his calm demeanor.

Then Tang Wan said, "Father, you can pick out a jar of ten-jin wine tomorrow and have someone send it to Uncle Tan so he won't keep thinking about it. As for the rest, pick out two jars of three-jin wine and send them to Old Zheng when Mu Bai goes to class. Also send some canned preserved chicken and the like. The rest of the wine can be left for Father to enjoy slowly."

Tang Bojun thought this was great; there was so much left, enough for him to drink for quite a while.

He had a deep understanding of the taste of "Yubing Shao" (玉冰烧), which was mellow, sweet, and had a long aftertaste, making it a rare and excellent wine.

Although secretly pleased, he was, after all, a father and a scholar, and thus tried his best to maintain composure and restraint on the surface. (End of Chapter)