Wanjin Lady

Chapter 90 Accountability
When Wen Wan led the large group back to the winery, a large number of carts loaded with bags of grain were continuously sent forward. The guys were talking and laughing, and they kept returning to the winery from the ferry.

Wine making is good.

That job is so easy.

Zhang Jiping lived on the official road not far from the winery, so any movement at the Wen family winery would not escape his eyes.

This morning, he heard a "gurgling" sound. When he opened the door, he saw an endless stream of grain transporters. The old man was a little dumbfounded. "Where...where did this grain come from? Didn't they say that the Cheng family took away all the grain?"

With grain, the winery can make wine, and the entire Wen family will be revitalized.

Doesn’t that mean the Wen family winery will never die?
As a fired employee, Zhang Jiping naturally didn't want his former company to fare well. He left in anger, shouting to the onlookers, "There's no point having food! We still owe money to Xinlong Bank! This is just a desperate struggle!"

The villagers who were watching the fun laughed: "Master Zhang, you've worked for the Wen family for over a decade. How can you not wish well for your former employer? That's not very kind!"

Zhang Jiping ignored him and left with his hands behind his back, holding his pipe.

Someone said, "I heard that when Old Man Zhang left, he had some unpleasantness with the winery."

"How could that be? Isn't it said that Mr. Wen is kind-hearted?"

"The one in charge now is Master Wen's daughter! I heard she's only sixteen years old, and she married into that man a while ago!"

"A new emperor chooses his own ministers. The young master of the winery must have dismissed Master Zhang because he was too old. Oh, don't underestimate her because she's just a delicate young lady. Her methods are even more cruel than those of a man!"

Putting aside the villagers' discussions, Wen Wan didn't even go home. She went to the winery with everyone else to register, list, and store thousands of kilograms of grain. She was worried and had to keep an eye on it herself.

But as soon as she returned to the winery, she saw Lu Ping rushing up to her, holding her hand earnestly and confessing her heart. On the contrary, Zhao Heng was left behind and walked towards her with a smile on his face.

"Girl! You're back! I can't even enjoy my meals when you're not home these days!"

Chen Ma, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spatula, came out of the kitchen and ruthlessly interrupted Lu Ping's gossip, "Save some! You ate two bowls of rice yesterday!"

Lu Ping looked shy, but smiled gently, "You're growing. Eat more. I can support you. I like plump girls."

Lu Ping is younger than Hong Mei. She is only fourteen years old, which is the age for growth.

Lu Ping suddenly smiled.

She is indeed the girl that the girl values ​​most.

Look at the girl... defend her more.

Wen Wan smiled and said to Zhao Heng, who had arrived late, "Thank you for your hard work these days."

Zhao Heng smiled and said, "How hard is it to look after the house?"

He was just fiddling with weapons in the martial arts training ground, or going into the mountains to hunt. He was a delicate flower kept in the backyard, protected from the wind and rain.

He leaned back and looked puzzledly, "Didn't father...come back with you?"

"My mother, who runs the Ji'an Tavern, is sick, so Dad is stopping by to see her."

Jian?

Zhao Heng frowned slightly. Ji'an was not far from Yang County where Aunt Liu was.

Thinking of how Old Man Wen had been staring at Aunt Liu's hairpin a few days ago, Zhao Heng concluded that Old Man Wen had gone to look for Aunt Liu.

Old Man Wen is really a stubborn person.

However, considering that Father Wen had given him a long sword, Zhao Heng chose to play dumb and simply put his arm around Wen Wan's shoulders. "My dear, you've had a hard time along the way. I made a perilla drink with perilla leaves, licorice, tangerine peel, and rock sugar. It's very nourishing and thirst-quenching. Please try it."

The young lady's eyes curved into crescents, and she rubbed her hands cooperatively, "I'm so looking forward to it."

After a busy day outside, a husband must give his wife full praise when he comes home and sees the delicious meal prepared by his wife, no matter how tired he is.

Lu Ping leaned over and asked for credit with a smile: "Miss, I taught this to my son-in-law!"

Wen Wan touched Lu Ping's head lovingly, "Okay, okay, I will never forget your contribution."

Hongmei reached out and pinched Lüping's ear, whispering in her ear, "Don't compete with the young master for his favor!" Lüping chuckled, "Oh, this is fun."

"Humph, that's because my son-in-law has a good temper and won't bother with you!"

Wen Wan symbolically took a sip of the perilla drink, and perfunctorily praised Zhao Heng and Lu Ping. Then she quickly changed into casual clothes and directed the men to store the grain in an orderly manner.

After putting the wine into storage, he supervised everyone to wash the wine-making tools, such as wooden shovels, linen, wine jars, etc. clean, and hung them in the yard for use. He was busy until the second half of the night before he could take a break.

Compared to the brightly lit and busy Wen family winery, Yuan Jing was given a wake-up call when he returned home!

The whole small courtyard was filled with a breeze and quiet, without a sound at all. The servants in the corridor looked panicked, with their heads hung low. The smoked yellow lights now looked pale.

Yuan Jing's face changed slightly, as if he was thinking of something. He took two steps at a time and pushed open the door to the main hall.

There were only a few candles in the main hall. Yuan Qi, dressed in a black robe, sat upright in the main seat with a cold expression and a book in his hand.

Yuan Qi, the eldest son of the third wife, is now in charge of the purchase of medicinal materials for Changchun French wine. Among the younger generations of the Yuan family, except for Cheng Yunzhang, only Yuan Qi is outstanding.

Why is he here? !
Yuan Jing was so frightened that he stood at the door and didn't dare to go in.

Yuan Qi glanced at him lightly, ignoring him as he did before, and simply said to Zhou the accountant: "Uncle Zhou. Account book."

The account books are submitted.

The room was dead silent, with only the sound of the man flipping through the account books.

Yuan Jing tucked his head in, his shoulders tensed, wondering why Yuan Qi came to Ping County, while nervously waiting for the coming storm.

The third branch of the family was not on good terms with its legitimate and illegitimate children. From the moment Concubine Yuan Jing entered the family, the two groups had been fighting openly and covertly for more than ten or twenty years.

Yuanqi's mother had been depressed since she gave birth to a stillborn baby. Meanwhile, Yuanqi's father was always in love with Chunxiao, a prostitute in red-light district, and forced his wife to take in a pregnant concubine.

Three months later, Yuan Jing was born, and from then on his stepmother regarded him as a thorn in her side.

Aunt Chun not only has a good appearance, but also has good means. She seduced Yuan Jing's father to stay with her every night, and her favor has not diminished in more than ten years.

This time, coming to Ping County to find a new winery for the Cheng family was an opportunity that Aunt Chun had earned with all her efforts.

But now... Yuan Qi is here.

Yuan Jing's heart was pounding.

Soon, Yuan Qi closed the account book.

There was a "click" sound.

Yuan Jing's eyelids twitched.

"Before I left, my father spent 3,800 taels from the public treasury and asked you to find a suitable small winery in the Bozhou area. Now, only two months have passed, and there are only 730 taels left in the account."

Accountant Zhou dutifully reminded him, "Fifth Master, we still owe Manager Zhu 650 taels for the grain transport fee."

Yuan Jing glanced at Accountant Zhou with resentment.

Accountant Zhou looked at his nose and his heart, then turned his head and pretended not to see it.

He is the accountant of the third branch of the Yuan family, not just Yuan Jing's accountant.

Do you think the plot becomes less appealing after the husband is taken in as a son-in-law?

The number of subscribers in the background is dropping every day, and it has already dropped to one-fifth of its peak level. To be honest, it's a bit overwhelming, especially in the middle of the night.

This book failed in the first round of competition at the bookstore, so they won't give it any exposure. I mainly rely on Qidian, the main platform. While I've never dared to dream of becoming a literary sensation overnight, I also never imagined that after writing for almost two years, my author level would still be only level 1. I write for four or five hours a day, barely making ends meet in the three figures each month. Looking at the works on the charts, I feel like my writing isn't too bad, but the results always feel like a slap in the face. I really don't know where to go from here… For the thousandth time, I'm doubting whether I'm truly suited for writing.

My mental defenses have crumbled, I've vented my frustrations, and I'm finding it hard to muster the courage to start over. I welcome everyone to point out the shortcomings of this post, so I can see how I can improve next time.

(End of this chapter)