"Ah Xu, Nangong Qing seems to have pretty good handwriting, doesn't he?"

Ah Xu looked up at Su Luo, unconsciously wielding his pen to make a metaphor, his expression even more exaggerated.

"Our young master's calligraphy is unmatched in the entire Nanning. In his hands, the brush flows like clouds and water, graceful as a swimming dragon."

"Young master, aside from lacking the fame of a master, your calligraphy and paintings are in no way inferior to those of a master."

While I don't deny that Ah Xu exaggerated, Nangong Qing's calligraphy is indeed quite good.

"In that case, let Nangong Qing get some calligraphy and paintings to hang here."

Ah Xu was taken aback. Had he betrayed the young master? Who was the young master? Could his calligraphy and paintings be displayed so casually?

Nangong Qing looked at what Su Luo had said, pointed to himself with his fan, and chuckled.

"Su Luo, are you sure you want to use my painting?"

"Yes! The best solution is one that doesn't require spending money. Also, it's best to inscribe the poem with praise for the wine and poems written with wine."

The ancients loved to wield their pens and ink, adding wine to their enjoyment. With poetry and lyrics, how could they not sell their wine?

"Using poetry is a good suggestion, but good poems are almost all well-known, so they may not be able to make a splash."

"Can't you write one yourself? There are so many books in Fumanlou, it shouldn't be difficult to write a few poems."

Ah Xu pouted and rolled his eyes at Su Luo's words, saying, "Do you think it's as simple as eating with you? It has to be timely and appropriate, and you can only do it after you have feelings about it."

"That's too much trouble, let's borrow it. I'll read it, and you can write it."

"hehe……"

Ah Xu raised his chin, picked up the paper and pen with a sneer, and thought that Su Luo's attempt to write poetry was laughable.

Nangong Qing was just watching Su Luo play around; he was the one who had to write the poem.

A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, without a companion.

I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with my shadow, we become three.

…………

After finishing the poem, Su Luo asked the two people beside her.

"How was it? Not bad, right?"

Ah Xu opened his mouth wide, stunned. Such a free and unrestrained poem actually came from Su Luo's mouth.

Nangong Qing was even more shocked. Perhaps A Xu didn't quite understand this kind of poetry, but he understood it all too well.

The poem clearly expresses a love for wine, and its freedom is tinged with a touch of poetic madness—it's wonderful!

"Su Luo, did you write this poem?"

Faced with Nangong Qing's sudden fervor, Su Luo shook her head: "No, it's someone else's."

Someone else's?

But Nangong Qing had never heard of anyone who could write such a wonderful poem.

This poem is so good that he almost wanted to keep it to himself.

"Who is this person, Su Luo? Tell me, I must go and pay them a visit."

This poem has been passed down for over a thousand years, but the poet is long gone.

You will never see him again; he has long since passed away.

"He passed away, what a pity. How romantic must someone be to write such poetry?"

Su Luo recited a few more poems, and Nangong Qing refused to let A Xu write them for her anymore.

Ah Xu's hesitant and awkward handwriting doesn't do justice to such a fine poem.

After four or five days, the Fumanlou branch finally opened smoothly. The manager was found by Nangong Qing, and he was quite reliable.

However, things were different for Su Luo in the village.

Since Chen Mengqing returned home, he has stayed indoors all day, but Luo Mei has been cursing and complaining all day long, telling everyone that Su Luo has opened a restaurant and forgotten her roots, and doesn't even want her own family anymore.

Therefore, the entire Changping Village now knows that Su Luo opened a restaurant in the county.

"Yan Chuan Niang, Yan Chuan Niang, guess what I just heard?"

Early in the morning, Zhang Xiujuan came over to make breakfast. Before she even arrived, her laughter preceded her.

She often enjoys listening to gossip, and Liu Fangfang and Chen Yan are used to it.

"Aunt Zhang, what's making you so happy?"

"Hahaha... It's Luo Mei. When I came here today, I saw her grabbing people and complaining. At first, I thought she was cursing you, but then I realized that she was just jealous that you opened a restaurant."

From what he said, I also learned that his Meng Qing had lost her job, which made her very angry and upset; when I saw her from afar, her face was pale.

Luo Mei was indeed furious. All the cash in the house was gone, and even Chen Xique's betrothal gifts had been taken by Chen Mengqing and Chen Dazhi.

Luo Mei didn't say anything as Chen Mengqing was looking for work.

But Chen Dazhi took half of it to gamble and gave the other half to Widow Sun in the East Village.

Luo Mei can't make a scene about this yet. If others find out that Chen Dazhi and Widow Sun are having an affair, she'll lose face. But Meng Qing isn't married yet.

If it causes such a huge uproar, who would want to marry into her family?

Only after Meng Qing gets married will Luo Mei decide to go to the East Village, tear up Widow Sun, and take back all the money Chen Dazhi has given her over the past few months.

“Aunt Zhang, she doesn’t dare to tell me.”

"Of course she wouldn't dare. Those days she was bragging all over the village about how great her children were, but just a few days later she's been slapped in the face. Now whatever she says, the villagers don't even bother with her. She's even angrier, hahaha..."

Zhang Xiujuan was happy as long as Luo Mei was unhappy, and that allowed her to continue bullying Zhao Ruyun.

After breakfast, the houses were gradually under construction.

Su Luo poured the leftovers into the food for the two dogs, while Yan Chuan and Yi Huan were practicing calculations on paper; they had already memorized the multiplication tables.

At this moment, a large group of people suddenly arrived at the village entrance, with two carriages in front of them. Su Luo recognized these carriages; they belonged to Magistrate Jiang and Nangong Qing.

They were followed by five or six horse-drawn carts carrying goods, which puzzled Su Luo.

As they approached, Master Ma struck a gong, drawing everyone's attention.

Magistrate Jiang slowly alighted from the carriage, holding up a bright yellow object in both hands, and suddenly shouted to everyone.

"The imperial edict has arrived. Su Luo, receive the edict."

When the imperial edict was issued, everyone panicked. The village chief ordered all the villagers to kneel down and pay homage, including Fan Gaocen.

Su Luo was also puzzled; why was this imperial edict coming to her?

This place is far from the emperor's reach, and she hasn't done anything wrong, so how could she have alarmed the imperial decree?

Zhao Ruyun was also worried; could it be that he had done something wrong?

The people of Changping Village had never seen an imperial edict before, and they were so frightened by the spectacle that they dared not even breathe.

Standing behind Magistrate Jiang, Nangong Qing gestured with his fan for Su Luo to kneel down and receive the imperial decree.

Su Luo knelt in front, followed by the village chief and the rest of the villagers. Zhao Ruyun pulled Yan Chuan and Yi Huan to kneel beside her.

Only after everyone had bowed down and submitted did Magistrate Jiang open the imperial edict and read it aloud.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Chen Su is intelligent and wise..."

After reciting a long passage praising Su Luo, he finally got to the point: "Chen Su made pesticides, eradicated insect plagues, saved the people, and brought about a bumper harvest, which is a blessing for the country."

"For Chen Su's meritorious contribution in presenting pesticides and a new variety of eggplant, I hereby bestow upon you one hundred mu of fertile land at Shuiqing Manor as a token of my imperial favor."

"Su Luo, receive the imperial decree!"

"This humble woman thanks Your Majesty." Su Luo raised both hands and accepted the imperial edict handed over by Magistrate Jiang.

Shuiqingzhuang is a farm in Yongle County, and its owner was previously unknown.

But now it belongs to Su Luo.