Chapter 322 You are really Xu Mingyang’s brother

Xu Mingyang said something nonsense, "You are old." In the next few days, Xu Minghui really felt that he was getting old.

It’s not because he’s really getting older, but because Xu Yu is far more unreliable than he imagined.

Xu Minghui even thought this person was outrageous.

Sang Zhixia went to the saponification room set up separately on the other side of the threshing ground to check on the situation. Xu Minghui kept frowning as he watched Xu Yu slowly blowing away the sawdust from his fingertips, his face darker than a pot.

"If you want to leave, it's fine. But why do you want to take your sister-in-law with you?"

Xu Yu glanced at him unhappily and said, "Don't speak so loudly."

"Your sister-in-law heard it. How can this be considered a surprise?"

Xu Minghui was furious and angrily shouted, "My sister-in-law is over there in the threshing ground. Even if we had eight ears following her, she wouldn't have heard anything!"

"Don't change the subject. I'm asking why you insist on taking my sister-in-law with you?!"

"You can't even get out of this long distance by yourself?!"

Xu Minghui was a precocious boy, steady and mature. He had rarely experienced such despair in his lifetime.

Xu Yu was going on a long journey, so he could do whatever he wanted. Xu Minghui really didn't care about his life or death.

But Sangzhixia is different.

Sang Zhixia is responsible for all the big and small tasks on the farm. The rice seedlings are growing well after spring plowing, and the soybeans and sorghum are also thriving.

The only one who knew all these things clearly from beginning to end was Sang Zhixia.

Even though there are so many people in the Xu family, when it comes to the ability to work with seeds in the fields, no one dares to say that they can compare to Sang Zhixia in the slightest.

At first, Xu Minghui thought that he only needed to assist and do what he was supposed to do according to Sang Zhixia's instructions. At most, he was just a runner and miscellaneous person.

But the damn Xu Yu said that he wanted to take Sang Zhixia away with him.

In just a short moment, Xu Minghui's mind kept flashing through the tea trees on Moding Mountain, the pigs raised in the pens on the farm, and even the chicken, duck and goose eggs that needed to be picked up by special people every day. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"Did you know..."

"What don't I know?"

Xu Yu blew away the sawdust from the little puppet in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The Hezhongxiang shop in the city will open in three days. Xue Liu will stay to manage the shop."

"The farm has finished cultivating the land. Now is the slack season. You don't need to do much. Just go around the fields every now and then. Do you want to go digging in the fields and count how many seedlings there are?"

Xu Minghui: "But..."

"As for the tea mountain on Mo Ding Mountain, I've already seen to it that the tea path on the mountain has been repaired. From now on, there will be no worries when going up and down the mountain. If you're happy, you can roll from the top of the mountain to the bottom without dying. What are you so anxious about?"

"Did I ask you to carry stones to pave the road? Or did I ask you to blast the mountain to open the way?"

The most important things have been taken care of, and the rest is just a matter of following the procedures.

Why can't he take Sang Zhixia away?

Xu Minghui's face was as dark as ink, and he gritted his teeth: "You only said that the tea ceremony was completed, why didn't you mention the tea trees that will be delivered next month?!"

"Chen Jing'an traveled thousands of miles from the south to transport thousands of tea trees. There are no fewer than a thousand of them. Now that you've taken my sister-in-law away, what am I supposed to do with all these tea trees?"

"Do I look like someone who can grow tea trees?!"

"You can learn if you don't know!"

Xu Yu looked at him with a look of disgust, asking, "Why are you so stupid?" He frowned and said, "The tea garden at the east end of the village has been filled with rice washing water for two months. You can't even dig a hole, put the tea plants in, and pick up a hoe to fill it with soil."

"You really are Xu Mingyang's brother."

"Xu Yu, you..."

"What about me?"

Xu Yu gave Xu Minghui a sullen look, and said confidently, "They say Shu is a beautiful place. In the warm spring and hot summer, what's wrong with me taking your sister-in-law out for a walk to relax?"

"Can't she do other things when she's not at home? Why do you always point your eyes at her for every little thing? What do you do for a living?"

Xu Yu had already decided to take Sang Zhixia out for a walk, so nothing Xu Minghui said would work at this point.

Xu Yu completely ignored Xu Minghui's anger and said slowly, "The scenery in the north is not very beautiful. Since your sister-in-law married me, she hasn't seen any beautiful mountains and rivers."

"This opportunity is rare, wouldn't it be nice to go out and relax?"

Since marrying into the Xu family, Sang Zhixia was first exiled for three thousand miles and suffered the hardships of life. Then she had to pick up a hoe and go to the fields to make a living.

It's been more than two years, and I haven't had a single day of leisure from the beginning to the end.

Once summer is over, the autumn harvest will follow.

Sang Zhixia devotes all his efforts to the crops in the fields throughout the year, and he will never give up when the autumn harvest comes.

In a full year, apart from spring plowing, autumn harvest and winter storage, the only time for Sang Zhixia to take a breath is now.

Xu Yu didn't want to wait for the so-called long time to come.

When Xu Minghui thought of Sang Zhixia's hard work, his eyes dimmed a little. Looking at Xu Yu, he couldn't help but sneer with his neck stiffened.

"You have a good idea, but don't forget what you are going to do here."

"Did you intend to take your sister-in-law out for a walk? If something goes wrong along the way, it wouldn't be a pity if you died, but don't be so careless as to involve your sister-in-law!"

"Am I such an unreliable person?"

Xu Yu scoffed and said lazily, "Don't worry, I'll make sure my wife has plenty of food and fun along the way, and she won't suffer any injustice."

"It's just that we're out, so don't mess up the stall at home."

"He killed the tea tree that Chen Jingan brought back from so far away. He'll chop you up right there and then without waiting for me to come back and plead for mercy."

Xu Minghui was so angry that he laughed.

The elegant gentleman, praised by outsiders as the most graceful of the Xu family, completely lost his composure. He flicked his sleeves and sneered, "I dare not wait for you to plead for me. If you do, I'm afraid you will only die sooner."

Xu Minghui left in anger, and Xu Yu shrugged and sneered.

"Want to fight me, little bastard?"

Xu Yu was very proud of himself and was planning what to eat and what to do with Sang Zhixia. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but find a pen and paper, and wrote on the paper in a dragon and phoenix-like manner, listing the famous mountains and scenery worth visiting along the way on one side, and the Sichuan cuisine he had heard of on the other side.

While Xu Yu was giving a long speech, Sang Zhixia was instructing the workers in the saponification room on how to put the demoulded soap flowers into boxes and how to make them more exquisite and beautiful.

The ingredients of soap flowers are not complicated, but the shells that are brought from afar and the lard used as the base account for the bulk of the cost. In addition, the visible benefits of a small soap flower make it a very important thing in the secret recipe in Sang Zhixia's hands.

The opening of Hezhongxiang is imminent, and these soap flowers that have been demoulded and packed in time must be sent there and put on display tomorrow.

The thing that is placed at the forefront is the attractive facade.

Sang Zhixia didn't dare to be vague and came in person, even having lunch here.

When Xu Minghui arrived, Sang Zhixia was talking to a young woman who was peeking out from beside her: "This handkerchief should be tied like this. The knot shouldn't obstruct the pattern of the soap flower. This way it will look beautiful."

Those who were selected to be packed into boxes were all dexterous. They understood most of it after watching Sang Zhixia's demonstration. Some of those who were good at making nets came up with several more sophisticated ways of making the soap flowers in the wooden boxes lifelike and look more exquisite.

Sang Zhixia praised a few times and stepped out of the crowd. Turning back, she saw Xu Minghui waiting outside the door and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why are you here?"