Wanjin Lady

Chapter 69 The Old Man

"You've worked hard these past few days." Wen Wan patted Mei Qing's thin shoulders. "Tomorrow I'll have Hong Mei withdraw ten taels of silver for you as a reward."

Mei Qing couldn't hide the disappointment on her face, and tears appeared in her eyes.

What she wants is not reward.

But an opportunity.

But no one was willing to offend the Juren of Bozhou for a little Mei Qing, let alone the Wen family who were under attack from all sides.

The shopkeeper Wen in front of her looked a few years younger than her, but the burden on his shoulders was heavier than hers.

She clenched her fists slightly and moved her lips, trying to plead, but her tongue trembled and she took back the words, "Thank you, Madam Wen. I will pack up and leave tomorrow. Thank you for taking me in these few days."

Wen Wan closed the messy account book and said with a smile: "Let's go? Where to?"

Mei Qing's expression froze.

"Guangji Tavern is short of an accountant. The one in charge is someone the elder of the Wen family sent in. If you can get him out with your ability, you will be Guangji's chief manager and accountant. You will start the job immediately for one year. If you can't do it, you will be fired."

Mei Qing's heart was beating like thunder!

Guangji...that's the county farthest from the Anbao year!
If An Baonian wants to use any means to deal with her again, he will have to cross mountains and rivers!

Miss Wen wants to give her a piece of pure land!

Tears welled up in Mei Qing's eyes, and gratitude surged through her chest like a wave. However, the young lady's voice was cold and indifferent. "I don't believe in tears here. If you want to stay, it's up to you. Also, you have to sort out your personal affairs yourself."

Mei Qing's tears fell like beads from a broken string. She suppressed a sob and nodded heavily, "Even if I die... I will not let this opportunity given by my wife go to waste."

Zhao Heng was waiting for her inside the house.

As soon as she came back, Zhao Heng handed her a glass of iced white transparent soapy water.

After drinking it, your body will feel unblocked and all the fatigue of the day will be gone.

In such hot summer weather, after a day of running around outside, Wen Wan felt it was really worth it to come back to find a dessert made by her beautiful wife...oh no...husband.

Seeing her tired face, Zhao Heng pulled her to sit down and attentively massaged her shoulders and legs. "I learned how to make this dessert from Lu Ping today. Thinking about this kind of weather, you will be in a good mood after a busy day and eat a bite of something cold and sweet."

Wen Wan sighed comfortably and lazily sat in the chair, letting him fiddle with her. She pointed at the sticky, transparent paste-like dessert in the cup and asked, "What is this called? It has such a moist and warm texture, soft and chewy."

"Soap water, also known as crystal soap, is made by boiling soapberry seeds in water over low heat until thick. Once it cools, add a spoonful of honey and chill it before serving."

Seeing Wen Wan listening lazily, curled up in his arms like a cat, Zhao Heng couldn't help but feel distressed: "What's going on? Is the grain harvest going badly today?"

"It's OK. It can be solved."

Under the light, Wenwan played with the man's slender and transparent fingers and sighed slightly.

Wen Wan, you have to work hard, otherwise how can you support a beautiful wife?

She couldn't bear to let her beautiful figurine go out to find work.

Besides, she's been trying really hard to have a baby lately. What if she doesn't have the money to support it? Is she going to have to let old man Wen go back to the countryside to farm?
Wen Wan pulled Zhao Heng to sit down.

Two people were entangled in the toffee chair.

Wen Wan rested her head on Zhao Heng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. The evening breeze blew in through the window, bringing with it the fragrance of gardenia flowers in the courtyard.

The years are quiet.

The waves are surging.

"What is my husband doing at home today?"

"I went to the mountain behind the winery to use as a training ground."

Training Course?
Zhao Heng is such a persistent person that he hasn't given up on his training ground yet.

But then again, the life of a househusband is boring, and she doesn't want to get sick from all the figurines, which would be detrimental to her plan of having a baby.

No wonder Chen Ma threatened in her ear today that if the young master dragged her to training, she would leave the Wen family and go back to retire. Wen Wan couldn't help but laugh, "You can train those boys at the winery, but don't you dare mess with Chen Ma."

Zhao Heng smiled and pecked her forehead, "I was just teasing Aunt Chen."

It's Chen Ma's fault for staring at him all day long.

Aunt Chen was a real contradiction. On the one hand, she was keeping an eye on Old Man Wen, and on the other hand, she was secretly looking after him. Zhao Heng found this funny and teased Aunt Chen a few times.

Sure enough, Aunt Chen has been much quieter these past two days and rarely hangs around him.

Zhao Heng suddenly felt at peace.

Wen Wan was interested, "I'll go with you after I finish the things I've been doing these few days. You teach me some self-defense techniques."

"Why did you want to learn this, ma'am?"

Wen Wan thought of Yuan Jing's distorted face today and still felt a little scared.

The Chen Dynasty was not a society ruled by law. If the Cheng family really resorted to robbing the thieves, the Wen family, with its group of elderly people, women and children, would not even have the strength to fight back and protect themselves.

Wen Wan smiled and said, "It's better to be prepared. If I offend someone in the business world, my enemies might want to take action against me... It's always good to learn more."

Zhao Heng frowned slightly. He wanted to suggest that he would follow Wen Wan to protect her on weekdays, but Old Man Wen was wary of him and would definitely not allow him to go with Wen Wan.

"Let me teach you how to defend yourself, and I'll teach you how to kill someone quickly and with one strike."

Wen Wan saw a terrible murderous look flash across Zhao Heng's eyes.

Her breathing hitched, and then a smile appeared on her face, "Okay."

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The next day, the weather was not good and it started to rain without any warning.

Mr. Tu, who had been away for half a month, brought back news about Shi Jinquan.

Mr. Tu Erye found out that the last place Shi Jinquan appeared was a tavern in a village near Shou'an County, and then he disappeared into the mountains and forests and was never seen again.

This news was within Wen Wan's expectations.

In ancient times when information was delayed, trying to find a person who had escaped was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"We can only start with the people around Yuan Jing." Wen Wan quickly adjusted her strategy. "Thank you, Mr. Tu, for setting off immediately to Bozhou and thoroughly investigating this man named Yuan Jing. Ideally, you could also investigate the number of dogs in his family."

Mr. Tu understood what he meant and left the Wen family again with his big knife.

As the clearance sale drew to a close, Wen Wan walked to the tavern holding an oil-paper umbrella. As soon as they met, Feng Shuigen pointed at the white-haired old man sitting under the tarpaulin and said, "Young Master, there's an old man over there who's been waiting for you for two or three days. He said he has something to ask you."

Wen Wan put away her umbrella and glanced at the man from a distance.

He was in his early sixties, dressed in a plain dark linen shirt. He was thin, with plump cheeks that gave him a kind look, and a pair of dark eyes that looked lively.

He sat there alone, with a cup of wine, a plate of peanuts, and a book at the table, that was all he had.

He lives alone in a bustling city yet feels at ease, as if he is a great being who has ascended to heaven and has no intention of breaking into the crowd of living beings.

But the cup of wine remained untouched.

It can be seen that this person is not addicted to alcohol, but is just embarrassed to sit in front of the tavern for free.

The drizzle lingered, falling on the eaves and dripping on the bluestone slabs, dripping.

When Yao Shizhen heard footsteps, he looked up and saw a pretty young lady in green walking towards him.

"Shopkeeper Wen?"

"you are……"

Yao Shizhen stroked his short beard and said with a smile, "Just a passerby. I happened to hear that the Wen family wine shop is clearing out their stock and that buying wine will enter a prize draw. Is that true?"

(End of this chapter)