Chapter 450 Not only does he want to eat, he also wants to pick the expensive ones to eat!

Jiang Yubai was just out for a casual stroll.

The farming and maintenance model in Xu's farm is very different from what we previously knew, and it brings huge benefits.

Jiang Yubai came out for a stroll when he had nothing to do. It seemed that he was just chatting with random passersby to kill time, but in fact, he also wanted to see more things on the Xu family farm.

What you see everywhere is what Lingnan lacks the most.

He saw and learned a lot here. When he returned to Lingnan, even if he couldn't copy everything, if he could make the current farming situation in Lingnan 30% better than it is now, he would have gained a lot from this trip.

Jiang Yubai strolled along the way and saw Xu Minghui and Chen Jingan smiling at him kindly and brightly from a distance. His heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously said, "What are you doing..."

"Hey, here it comes."

Chen Jing'an enthusiastically rushed over and put his arm around Jiang Yubai, smiling harmlessly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Where have you been going?"

Jiang Yubai didn't raise his guard immediately and said instinctively, "I was just wandering around the village. I didn't go anywhere I shouldn't go. You guys..."

"Once you enter a village, everyone is yours. How could there be any place you shouldn't go?"

Xu Minghui added with a smile, "Now that we're here, there's really no need to differentiate between you and me anymore. There's no need to be so formal."

Jiang Yubai's eyebrows raised when he heard the voice, and his eyes were filled with subtlety.

That's not what you say.

Just a few days ago, Chen Jing'an looked at him with a wary look in his eyes, and he even marked several places to clearly indicate that outsiders are not allowed to disturb him, which was clearly a reminder for Jiang Yubai to be sensible and not to barge in.

It's only been a few days, and there's no need to be so polite to an outsider like him?

Jiang Yubai laughed with mixed feelings.

Chen Jing'an blinked familiarly and said with a smile, "I heard you got scolded the last time you went to Mo Ding Mountain to pick tea leaves. I'm afraid you didn't enjoy it very much, did you?"

Jiang Yubai touched his nose awkwardly: "It was a misunderstanding last time. I didn't know I couldn't take it off, so..."

"If you can pick it, why can't you pick it?"

Chen Jing'an said without hesitation, "Tea leaves are meant to be picked. If they're not picked, they'll just keep growing on the tree. Won't the tender tips eventually turn into old leaves?"

"Are you free today? How about we go again?"

When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong; when someone is suddenly attentive, there must be something else behind it.

Jiang Yubai cautiously forced a smile and tried to pry away Chen Jingan's hand from his shoulder. "Actually, I've almost finished my wandering and was just about to go back to play chess with Grandpa."

"If you have something important to do, you can leave me alone. I can do it myself..."

"Hey, you're a guest from afar. How can we let you just stare at us? That would be too rude."

Chen Jingan chuckled as if to say, "I've thought so much about you." Without saying anything, he hooked up with Jiang Yubai and walked away: "Come on, come on, I'll take you to pick tea."

"I'm telling you, these are the first batch of old leaves picked from the tea garden this year. Even though they're not suitable for drinking due to the wrong season, they'd be nice to bring back and give you for a bath."

"Just pick as much as you want this time. I promise to pack them all up and bring them back for you. No one will dare to say anything to you!"

Xu Minghui watched Jiang Yubai being dragged away with a smile on his face. Before the two of them walked away, he gently reminded them, "Grain harvesting will begin in half a month. Remember to come back before then."

There wasn't much Jiang Yubai could do, and he couldn't even swing his sickle when he went to the field.

But after all, he is the young prince carefully trained by the King of Lingnan, and he is an expert in both accounting and administration.

More importantly, although this person's intentions are not pure, he is harmless to the Xu family and can be trusted.

If such a person was hired as a manager in the threshing ground during the autumn harvest, Xu Minghui couldn't imagine how much less worries he would have.

Xu Minghui went to the farm with a smile on his face, and Jiang Yubai realized belatedly that he seemed to have been dragged into a fire pit.

The busy work of picking old leaves in the tea garden came to a temporary halt, and Chen Jingan immediately pulled Jiang Yubai back to the farm.

Thirty pigs had just been slaughtered on the farm. The village aunties and young sisters-in-law skillfully set up a big pot. The hot steam coming out of the pot made sweat drip from people's foreheads, and the fragrance carried by the wind spread throughout the village.

The boiled lard was put into wooden barrels and transferred to the soap factory, and the boiled oil residue was divided into two parts as usual.

The extra portion was sent to the Northwest Camp to improve the soldiers' diet, and the rest was distributed to each family's bowl by the villagers who were holding pots and pans. The Xu family ate fried dishes with oil residue for three consecutive days.

Jiang Yubai followed Xu Mingyang and others' example and hung a small purse on his waist, which was filled with a bag of oil residue as snacks.

Jiang Yubai's mouth made a creaking sound, and his words were unclear: "You are too polite. You let me keep the account?"

It is said that account books are precious things, and such secrets should not be shown to others easily.

The Xu family members were just so good, they just set up a table with pens and ink on it, grabbed me and pushed me onto the stool.

Aren’t you afraid that you might steal something you shouldn’t know?

Xu Minghui was so busy that his eyes turned blue. Hearing this, he said without hesitation: "Even if I don't let you keep the accounts, I can't hide these from you."

"Since you've been looking at it so carefully, it doesn't seem unusual for you to help take a few notes."

Jiang Yubai silently stuffed a large piece of oil residue into his mouth and bit it hard as if to vent his anger: "It's just a few pieces of oil residue from your house, but the price you paid is not small."

"When you eat someone's food, you will be soft-hearted. When you take someone's food, you will be short-handed."

Xu Minghui was completely shameless. He raised his chin towards the pouch on Jiang Yubai's waist and said in a low voice, "Remember to wipe your hands after eating, and don't get any oil stains on the paper."

I will send these things to Sang Zhixia when she comes back. How can she see them if they are not oily?

Jiang Yubai was so angry that he laughed. He sat down at the table with his purse tied tightly. He picked up the brush and gestured lazily for a few times. He asked in surprise, "Is this something you made on your farm?"

"And what about those soap flowers? They're said to be very popular. Can you give me two as wages?"

Xu Minghui was in high spirits having gotten a job for nothing, and nodded politely, "I'll have someone send you a box of eight tomorrow."

"The grain that will be delivered will be weighed. When you record the amount, please record the number of acres of land and the amount of rice and grain obtained in detail. If you have any questions, please ask Uncle Xu."

After Xu Minghui finished speaking, he was hurriedly called away. Jiang Yubai was just about to go get himself a pot of tea and sit down to relax when Xu Tongsheng's meaningful voice rang in his ears: "I'm advising you to drink less water, or better yet, not drink it at all."

Jiang Yubai held his small purple clay teapot, looking earnestly curious: "Why?"

"Could it be that the people who keep accounts here can't even drink water?"

Uncle Xu, who had personally experienced the autumn harvest for two years, was quite experienced. He stroked his beard and smiled proudly, sighing, "The boss did prepare some good tea and water, but drinking too much will delay things. You'll see in a moment."

Jiang Yubai didn't quite understand what this meant. After thinking about it, he grabbed a handful of black tea worth a thousand gold and stuffed it into the small teapot.

I've helped with the work, so what's wrong with eating a few more pieces of Xu's tea?

Not only does he want to eat, he also wants to pick the expensive ones to eat!