The capital city, the residence of the Marquis of Dingguo—

The Marquis of Dingguo was writing a memorial, his brows furrowed.

A servant boy came in: "My lord, the second master has returned with a letter."

"Oh?" Marquis Dingguo put down his pen and immediately perked up. "Quickly, bring it here."

The servant presented the letter.

Marquis Dingguo eagerly opened the book and read it quickly, skimming through the pages.

What was initially thought to be an ordinary family letter turned out to be a major case of embezzlement! And it involved yellow cassava, which had recently been highly praised in the court!

Lu Wansheng became very famous as a result, and the Lu father and son almost became the refugees' second parents!

After reading it, the Marquis of Dingguo snorted, "I knew it! If it weren't for something important, would he have written to me?"

servant: "..."

Is the main issue whether or not a letter was written? Shouldn't this be a case of identity theft?

The Marquis of Dingguo looked at him and smiled: "Is there anything else? Is there anything else?"

Servant: "The Fourth Miss's letter has been delivered to the Old Madam."

Marquis Dingguo got up and hurried towards the old lady's courtyard, the servants chasing after him couldn't catch up.

The old lady's courtyard was bustling with activity at that moment.

"This is mine!"

"This was given to me by my fourth sister!"

"This is mine... no, this is Wangcai's from the back door!"

Shen Manman's thick stack of letters included greetings not only from her cousins, but even from the gatekeeper dog.

As the Marquis of Dingguo walked in, the boys who had snatched the letter immediately stood in a neat row, their backs straight.

One of them tactfully handed him a letter: "This is from my father."

Marquis Dingguo took it, opened it, and read:

Greetings, Uncle. Manman and her father are doing well in Dashu Town, and Aunt Ye is also well. Please don't worry. Sincerely, Manman.

These mere 30 words brought a smile to the face of the Marquis of Dingguo.

He turned to his sons and said, "Go out, all of you!"

After his sons left, he sat down on the sandalwood couch.

Across a kang table, an elderly lady in her early sixties, exuding an air of nobility, was leaning against a pillow, reading a letter.

The letter written to the old lady was the longest, totaling four or five pages.

Marquis Dingguo's eyes were practically glued to the letter. After a long while, he said, "Has Mother finished reading it? Let your son see it too."

The old lady rolled her eyes at him: "I haven't even read it a second time yet."

"Well, Brother Yan also wrote a letter."

The old lady was taken aback: "What? Bring it here right now!"

He handed him Manman's letter, then took Shen Zhiyan's letter, folding it as he smiled and said, "Finally, I've been waiting for a letter from my Yan-ge'er."

The old nanny standing nearby chuckled, "Second Master is already over thirty. If the old lady keeps calling for Yan-ge'er, he'll get angry if he hears it."

The old lady chuckled and said, "Even if he grows to seventy, he will still be my Yan-ge'er."

After saying that, the mother and son fell silent and read the letter together.

After reading it, the two exchanged a knowing glance. Old Madam Shen said, "Manman's writing is still the best!"

Marquis Dingguo: "The same story, Manbao wrote so vividly and interestingly, but Brother Yan... tsk tsk, so rigid and formal, and he calls himself a top scholar? Bah!"

The old lady laughed, but then read Shen Zhiyan's letter over and over again.

After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Is Ye Caiping, who discovered cassava, the one Manman was talking about?"

Yes.

The old lady nodded in satisfaction: "As long as they have a good temperament and like it, that's fine. Granny Xia, bring out my jade headdress and the gold and pearl headdress from when I was young and send them over."

Granny Xia said, "Madam, things are still far from settled. If you suddenly send something over, won't you scare people away?"

Marquis Dingguo said, "There will be a reward for discovering cassava. Once the reward is given, we can send it over together."

The old lady smiled and said, "You've thought of everything. It's settled then."

As he spoke, he handed Shen Zhiyan's letter to Granny Xia: "Send it to the palace and let her see it too."

"After sending it to the palace, should we send it to the Prince's residence? My maternal uncle just came to nag me last time, why hasn't the Second Master sent a single word?"

"Then send them around once, and bring them back after they've looked at them."

...

Ye Caiping is back, and the whole Qinghe Village has come back to life.

After a few days of rest, Ye Daquan, Grandma Ye, and the other two recovered completely.

The spicy soup workshop continues to work, and the furniture workshop is almost finished, only the roof tiles are missing.

Ye Xuan, Jin'er, Huan'er, and the others continued to their classes.

Jin Hua is quite busy. Besides her morning classes, she also learns to make clothes from the embroiderers of the Shen family in the afternoon.

Everything returned to normal and flourished.

Ye Daquan drove the horse-drawn carriage along the village road, with Ye Caiping sitting beside him. A gentle breeze caressed their faces, and they were surrounded by mountains. This kind of life was wonderful.

"Little sister, look." Ye Daquan suddenly gestured with his lips.

Ye Caiping turned around and saw an oxcart slowly approaching, with several villagers sitting on it, including Li Zhiyuan.

Ye Caiping glanced at it and then didn't bother to look at it anymore.

Li Zhiyuan glanced at Ye Caiping, then turned his head away, pretending not to see her, but his heart was already churning with anger and resentment.

I heard she was out, but God is so blind!

Why is this happening?

Since divorcing her, his life seems to be getting tighter and tighter, while she is getting richer and richer.

She was already in the carriage, and it was hers.

Meanwhile, I'm still riding in an oxcart, and I'm even paying to ride it!

Li Zhiyuan felt both resentful and frustrated.

Upon returning home, Zhang Shuiniang immediately served the meal, which consisted of only stir-fried cucumber and steamed egg.

Li Zhiyuan was already venting his anger, and this sight infuriated him: "It's the same two dishes every day, can't you make something else?"

Zhang Shuiniang's face darkened, both angry and heartbroken. Li Zhiyuan was paying less and less attention to her!

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