Chapter 89 Resolving

Cheng Weiyao turned around, her goal clear. She really couldn't help with sewing or embroidery. Even if she managed to get the job done with crooked, dog-eaten-shit stitches, she was afraid it would only make things difficult for the officials...

"What are you doing? Just go about your business as usual. Don't you know that you are not allowed to help? Since you are so free, do you want me to ask my brother to assign you some work?"

Li Kui was about to leave, but he caught a glimpse of Chen Er's hint in his eyes. Turning around, he bumped into Cheng Weiyao who was moving her feet, and immediately exposed her little thoughts on the spot.

"Sir, what are you saying? I didn't reach out my hand, and I didn't say a word. I just wanted to see what was going on."

Cheng Weiyao retorted, her eyes glancing past Li Kui towards the front of the official team with a hint of displeasure. Li Kui, with his burly demeanor, had just left after saying so, and his sudden turn back had clearly indicated he had received instructions.

If you use your brain a little, you will know that it must be Chen Er, who is a bit smart, who is giving advice behind the scenes.

"You're so sharp-tongued, I won't bother with you women. Since we're doing work, there has to be a supervisor... Brother, switch shifts. You go to the front, and I'll take care of the women!"

Li Kui grinned, he liked to see the people in Prince Ping's Mansion being humiliated, then he smiled and patted the shoulder of the officer in charge of the female team.

With Li Kui watching them like a ghost, Cheng Weiyao and the Imperial Noble Consort couldn't do anything even if they wanted to.

Wen Liyu began to thread the needle with ease. Because she was walking, she accidentally pricked her finger while threading the needle, and a small cry came out from between her lips.

"Believe it or not, be careful, don't let your dirty blood stain our clothes!"

Li Kui was beaming with joy, and he didn't forget to say a few more sarcastic words, saying, "Princess Mingcheng is worth a lot of money, but now she has to obey orders obediently..."

"Auntie, are you okay?"

There was some distress in Wen Chengming's eyes. He walked closer to Wen Liyu with the rice bag. Since his mother and sister-in-law couldn't come close to help, he could at least do it, right?

"I'm fine. Watch your step when you pick the mung beans. The road is uneven. Don't fall or get hurt..."

Wen Liyu put her finger in her mouth, and when she faced Wen Chengming, her face immediately changed to a gentle and concerned expression.

Cheng Weiyao, on the other hand, was completely focused on how to help. Her eyes fell on the mountain of mung beans that Wen Chengming had sorted out, and a sudden idea struck her. Picking them out one by one was too laborious. Mung beans scatter easily, so she could use a winnowing basket to separate the rice from the mung beans.

There wasn't a winnowing basket in the travel bag at Prince Qingping's mansion, but there was a small, palm-sized winnowing basket in the warehouse at QQ Farm that could be used. But how should I give it to Wen Chengming?

"Cheng Ming, we need to find something to hold the mung beans we picked out. Holding them in your hands is not a good idea, so let's use this..."

Cheng Weiyao stretched lazily, pretended to casually take out a small winnowing basket woven from bamboo strips from the basket she was carrying and handed it over. She didn't dare to do it too obviously, and could only see if Wen Chengming could understand what she meant.

Wen Chengming actually used the small winnowing basket as a container for a while at first, but soon he realized something was wrong. The container his sister-in-law handed him had a deep, flat base, so it wouldn't spill grain or other waste. Most importantly, the flat base seemed to be more conducive to spreading debris...

After making this guess, Wen Chengming looked up at Cheng Weiyao's smiling eyes, which further confirmed his guess. He quickly found the correct use of the small dustpan.

Cheng Weiyao felt deeply moved when she saw this. The small winnowing basket is a farm tool, which is most useful for winnowing away impurities and empty shells in rice. It is also easy to use for things like sorting mung beans.

For a child like Wen Chengming who grew up in the palace, this kind of farm tool is undoubtedly unfamiliar. The little guy is really smart!

Before they knew it, the exile team had arrived at their resting place. With Wang Gang's order, the team stopped in the middle of the dense forest avenue.

"Alright, let me see how you guys are doing. I told you beforehand, if you can't finish the next leg, you'll have to pay double the next leg..."

Li Kui yawned and slowly prepared to inspect the results. Cheng Weiyao and the imperial concubine kept their distance from him, so he had no reason to find fault with them. However, the job of staring at Wen Liyu and Wen Chengming was too boring. If he didn't get to the right place, he would almost fall asleep.

Wen Liyu bit off the last thread and looked at Li Kui who was walking towards her with a cold look of indifference. She was indeed not as good as Cheng Weiyao in other aspects, but she was impeccable in needlework.

When she was in the palace, she even worked overnight to embroider a picture of longevity for her father in order to celebrate his birthday. Sewing and mending were no problem for her. If she hadn't had to embroider while walking, she could have finished it even faster.

"Oh, your stitches are pretty good. I'll just say you barely passed this time..."

Li Kui originally wanted to find fault, but after looking at Wen Liyu's mended clothes for a long time, he couldn't find any mistakes. He could only smile awkwardly and turn to embarrass Wen Chengming.

"That little one, have you finished picking beans? Why are you just sitting here?"

He saw that Wen Chengming had sat down obediently, and thought that he had given up struggling completely because he could not complete the task, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I've picked this bag of mung beans and this bag of rice."

Wen Chengming took out the prepared mung beans and rice, with a hint of disgust in his eyes. If it weren't for his sister-in-law's secret help, he would have been really stumped. By then, the officials might have taken advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble again.

Li Kui's face turned ugly. He glanced at the two bags held open in Wen Chengming's hands. They were really sorted very neatly.

His eyes rolled around, and he pretended to loosen his grip and was about to drop the two bags on the ground. Then he would blame the little guy for not holding it firmly, and he would have to crawl on the ground like a dog to pick up the bags. Just thinking about that scene was funny!

"Sir, your hands are not good. How can you hold a knife and protect the exile team if they are shaking like this? You should just quit your job. You are not even as steady as a child..."

Cheng Weiyao had been keeping an eye on Li Kui's movements. The moment she noticed something was wrong with his expression, she immediately became defensive. Sure enough, she caught the cloth bags with both hands.

"You...I was just careless for a moment, so I barely made it through!"

Li Kui's face froze. The team had already stopped, and Wen Chengyun would soon be back from the front. He didn't want to make things too difficult for him, so he had to return to the team of officials with a gloomy face.

Cheng Weiyao sneered, watching a group of officials not far away chatting and laughing. She felt angry and a desire for revenge suddenly arose...