Wanjin Lady

Chapter 50 I am a delicate flower
The oil lamps in the wine cellar were dim. Master Ma was leading his men in sorting jars of aged wine of varying ages into three grades: high, medium, and low. Seeing Wen Wan approaching under the moonlight, he thought the young master was a diligent man, and his opinion gradually changed. "Young master, as you instructed, we have sorted out all the aged wines and arranged them neatly according to high, medium, and low grades. We have also cleaned the wine cellar and wiped the jars clean. Here is the list of the aged wine quantities."

Wen Wan took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but admire Ma Changshun's meticulous work.

A thin piece of yellow paper had clear information on it, including the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, quantity, calculated cost, and even the suggested retail price, which was a subtle reminder for her not to sell at a low price.

This Master Ma is really interesting. Even though he can't get a single word out of you even after being beaten with three sticks, he still has his own plans in mind.

Wen Wan put away the list with satisfaction and pointed to the door of the wine cellar. "The wine cellar is a key area of ​​the winery. From now on, there will be two locks on the door, and two people will be on duty. Everyone entering and leaving must register."

Ma Changshun suddenly felt that the young master's face was more pleasing to the eye than ever before.

He had already mentioned to Zhang Jiping that the wine cellar must be strictly managed. If someone below stole something, who would be able to explain it?

Zhang Jiping said that he did not trust the guys in the winery and scolded him.

Now that the world has changed, how come life seems to be much more relaxed than before?

"Two more days of hard work, everyone. To avoid confusion, Brother Shuigen and his men will have to remove the yellow paper from the jars of the upper and middle grades tomorrow morning and replace it with red and blue paper. Be sure not to mix up the grades during transportation. This afternoon, we'll distribute the wine to the five wine shops. Time is short and the task is heavy. Everyone, go home early today to rest and recuperate. You'll be busy these next few days!"

Ma Changshun's eyelids twitched, and he whispered to Wen Wan, "Are you going to clear out all five wine shops together this time?"

"That's right. A small county like Ping County can't handle so much aged wine. This clearance drive requires the combined efforts of all five wineries."

Ma Changshun figured out the taste.

Aged wine is inherently expensive, and even at a low price, ordinary people might not be able to afford it. He'd been so worried these past few days, his hair almost turning gray, worried that the young master would mess around and completely ruin the reputation of the Wen Family Winery!
But the young master was a strong man, so he didn't dare to ask too many questions.

He was full of complaints and fears but had nowhere to express them, which made him feel uncomfortable.

As long as the young master has a plan in mind, it’ll be fine!

As if seeing through Ma Changshun's thoughts, she smiled gently and said, "I'll calculate a price when I get home tonight. Tomorrow, I'll have the brothers who deliver the wine report the price to the wine shop owner. Please ask them to sell it according to my price and the clearance rules."

Ma Changshun was confused, but it did not stop him from agreeing.

Who cares? Screw him.

After Wen Wan finished all this, she saw that Zhao Heng had not returned yet, so she asked Chen Ma to drag over a set of tables and chairs, took out the reed pen she carried with her, and began to calculate.

The winery is located on the outskirts of Ping County, backed by mountains and rivers, with almost no houses around it, so it is extremely quiet after dark.

The guys who had been busy all day were taking showers. The water splashed on the bluestone slabs, and occasionally one or two teasing voices were heard, and the prelude to the night sounded quietly.

When Zhao Heng came back from the back mountain, he saw Wen Wan working at her desk as soon as he entered the winery.

The young lady was wearing a sky-blue sleeveless gauze dress today, with her long hair tied up, revealing her smooth and full forehead.

She was so focused and selfless that she didn't notice him approaching at all.

When Zhao Heng got closer, he found that the young lady was holding her usual reed pen and writing densely on a whole sheet of straw paper.

They were all symbols he didn't recognize.

What are X, Y, and Z?
Is Wen Wan drawing talismans?
Wen Wan spent more than half an hour calculating the three grades of wine, high, medium and low, supplemented by the lottery probability that could whet her appetite, and then calculated the price of each wine to break even.

Middle school knowledge.

But... she returned them all to the teacher.

Picking it up wasn't difficult, it just took a little more time. Zhao Heng stood behind her, pointed to the "Y" on the paper, and asked, "What's this?"

Wen Wan was caught off guard and answered subconsciously: "Equation."

"Tengen style."

Two voices sounded one after the other.

Then, both of them fell into a brief and silent astonishment.

According to the plot, Wen Wan showed some confusion and shock at the right time, "My husband also knows the Tianyuan style?"

He changed his tune pretty quickly.

Zhao Heng smiled and said, "I don't know what these crooked earthworm-like symbols mean, but after seeing your calculation process, I roughly understand what you are calculating."

Wen Wan's heart was pounding.

Does every bodyguard know the Tianyuan style these days?
Is the average math level of the people in Dachen so high?

Moreover, her figure seemed to have a pretty good brain. Without knowing the meaning of the symbols, she could actually quickly infer her calculations. This observation and sharpness made her free from the arrogance and prejudice of a time traveler.

Hey! She actually slipped through the nine-year compulsory education net!

but--

Wenwan's eyes trembled slightly, "My husband, have you remembered your memory?"

If that's the case, it would be a big trouble!

The clan elders have just been quiet for a few days, and the winery is still in a mess. If Zhao Heng regains his memory at this time, it will be like adding insult to injury.

Zhao Heng shook his head. "No. It's just that maybe I still remember what I learned before, but I can't remember the people or the events at all."

Wen Wan finally got her point across. She gently took Zhao Heng's hand and said sympathetically, "It's okay if you can't remember. They're all bad memories anyway, and maybe they're not worth remembering."

Zhao Heng smiled but didn't respond. He simply pointed at the paper on the table and said, "Using the Tianyuan formula to ensure the winery's profits... I'm afraid there are only a few people in the world who can come up with this method."

The level of mathematics in the Chen Dynasty was limited to a few superficial questions in the imperial examinations. These were merely trade calculations, weights and measures, land surveying, and crop yield estimations. Few people could flexibly apply their mathematical knowledge to solve real-life problems.

He was really surprised that his wife could think of this.

It seems that his wife... has the potential to become a generation of profiteers.

Wen Wan was very modest. "Actually, it was Shi Jinquan who taught me this method, but I didn't expect that later..."

Zhao Heng said, "Hasn't Second Master Tu already gone to look for Shi Jinquan? If we're shorthanded... I'll help search the area. Maybe we can catch him faster."

How could Wen Wan dare to let Zhao Heng go?

Shou'an is not far from Ping County. What if Zhao Heng goes back home while looking for her? Wouldn't she be helpless?

Wen Wan held his hand tightly, her voice choked up, and she looked weak and helpless, "Husband, you can't leave. I'm scared here alone."

She just didn't believe that Zhao Heng could resist this delicate flower of hers.

(End of this chapter)