Jiang Yaojie didn't sleep well that night, and Zhao Qianyu didn't sleep well either; the two of them kept rolling around in bed.

"Hey, are you asleep?" Zhao Qianyu asked tentatively.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yaojie replied.

Zhao Qianyu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately swallowed his thoughts. He deliberately yawned and said to Jiang Yaojie, "No... nothing, let's go to sleep!"

Jiang Yaojie scratched his head helplessly, "This magistrate's son is really unpredictable!" Jiang Yaojie lay on the bed for a long time, and eventually fell asleep without realizing it.

The crowing of roosters echoed in every corner of Lujia Village.

Hearing the rooster crow, Jiang Yaojie felt a little dizzy, but when he thought that he would see the girl he had been longing for day and night, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed with a jolt.

However, his somersault went a little off course, and he ended up kicking Zhao Qianyu hard.

Zhao Qianyu was dreaming that he was confessing his feelings to Jiang Suihe, and he was about to say it when Jiang Yaojie interrupted him.

He glanced at Jiang Yaojie with displeasure and said, "What are you doing!"

Jiang Yaojie scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Sorry, I kicked you!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianyu felt as if he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. At that moment, he suddenly wanted to grab Jiang Yaojie by the neck and make him pay for his sweet dream.

But then he thought again, if he were to get together with Jiang Suihe, then Jiang Yaojie would become his brother-in-law, and it seemed he couldn't be violent towards him.

Zhao Qianyu's fluctuating expressions—sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes conflicted—startled Jiang Yaojie. He quickly patted Zhao Qianyu and asked, "Are you alright? Did you get possessed while traveling at night last night?"

Zhao Qianyu rolled her eyes at Jiang Yaojie and said irritably, "Yes! Possessed by an evil spirit!"

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and started convulsing, just to scare Jiang Yaojie.

This terrified Jiang Yaojie. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes before running towards the door, shouting as he ran, "Mother, something terrible has happened! Zhao Qianyu is possessed!"

Jiang Ling had just finished washing her face when she heard Jiang Yaojie calling her urgently. She rushed to the door and asked Jiang Yaojie, who was covered in sweat, "What's wrong? Is Zhao Qianyu possessed?"

Jiang Yaojie took a breath, his face contorted in pain, and nodded to Jiang Ling, saying, "Mother! Let's go, let's go!" Without another word, she pulled Jiang Yaojie into her room.

When the two rushed in looking flustered, they found Zhao Qianyu sitting on the bed laughing loudly.

Jiang Ling rubbed her temples helplessly and scolded her irritably, "Zhao Qianyu, you've gotten too soft-hearted again, haven't you!"

Zhao Qianyu shuddered inexplicably at the thought of Jiang Ling slapping him earlier. He stuck out his tongue, covered his ears, and pleaded, "Godmother, I was wrong! He kicked me just now! I... I was just trying to scare him!"

Since it was just children playing around, Jiang Ling didn't say anything more.

"Yaojie, put your shoes on, don't get cold! It's getting cold now!" Jiang Ling looked down at Jiang Yaojie's bare feet, which were already slightly red, and quickly reminded him.

Jiang Ling was busy from early morning. Fortunately, Zhao Qianyu had brought a horse-drawn carriage over last night, otherwise Uncle Lu's oxcart really wouldn't have been able to fit those six large boxes of things.

The carriage was also very fast, and this time it took about half an hour to reach the Shen residence.

When Shen Qianhe saw that Jiang Ling had brought six large boxes of things again, he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Oh, my dear mother-in-law, you're too kind!"

“That’s not true. Congxin is the legitimate daughter of your Shen family, and your Shen family is a major porcelain producer. Although our family comes from humble beginnings, we still value etiquette and manners! Besides, I truly treat Congxin as my own daughter! How could a mother mistreat her own daughter, right? Madam Shen?” Jiang Ling changed the subject and smiled as she looked at Madam Shen standing to the side.

Madam Shen blushed deeply at Jiang Ling's words, wanting to retaliate but not daring to. Last night, Master Shen had already scolded her, and now, after being rebuked by Jiang Ling again, she looked at Jiang Ling with a mixture of shame and anger and said, "Mother-in-law, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back first!"

With that, she turned and walked inside, leaving Shen Qianhe looking embarrassed.

"You flatter me! You flatter me!" Shen Qianhe scratched his head awkwardly.

After some discussion, the date was finally set for the sixth day of the third month of the following year, an auspicious day suitable for weddings and funerals.

As soon as they stepped out of the Shen residence, Master Shen gently patted Jiang Yaojie's shoulder and said with some sadness, "From now on, I'm entrusting my daughter to you. I hope you'll treat her well!"

Jiang Yaojie panicked upon hearing this and bowed repeatedly, replying, "Master Shen, please rest assured, I will definitely treat Miss Shen well in the future. I swear that if I lie today, may I be struck by lightning!"

"Fool!" Shen Congxin, standing behind Shen Qianhe, said in a low voice.

On the other hand, Mr. Shen stroked his beard with satisfaction, clearly quite pleased with his future son-in-law.

Although Shen Congxin and Jiang Yaojie were engaged, they were not yet married, so they could not meet freely. On the way back, Jiang Yaojie was lost in thought. He wondered why his longing for Miss Shen had been growing stronger every day, and he had even dreamed of her countless times.

As soon as the group returned to Lujia Village, they saw the village chief standing at the door of Jiang Ling's house, talking to Jiang Zhishan.

"Village chief, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" Jiang Ling asked curiously.

The village chief frowned slightly and asked tentatively, "Jiang, have you forgotten about that matter?"

Jiang Ling suddenly realized what was happening, slapped her forehead, and said to the village chief, "My bad, my bad! I've been so busy with Yaojie's matter lately that I forgot about that! Village chief, let's come in and talk!"

As she spoke, Jiang Ling led the village chief into her courtyard. It was already late autumn, and the weather was a bit chilly. Jiang Ling was worried that the village chief would get cold, so she took him into the living room.

The village chief felt a wave of warmth as soon as he stepped inside. He asked curiously, "What's going on? Why is your house so warm?"

Jiang Ling pointed to the living room wall and explained, "When the house was built, the walls were deliberately made hollow, connecting to the stove at the back. This way, when the fire is lit, the heat can seep in through the gaps. Village Chief, you can touch my walls; they're very warm!"

The village chief was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. He quickly stood up, walked to the wall, and tentatively touched it. Then, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face as he exclaimed, "Oh my! It really is! This is a good thing! Do you have any design drawings? I'll study them when spring comes!"

Jiang Ling nodded, found the previous blueprints, handed them to the village chief, and then continued, "Village chief, weren't you curious about why my cotton seedlings are growing so well?"

The village chief nodded and continued to listen patiently to what Jiang Ling had to say next.

"I used something called fertilizer! It's a bit like farmyard manure, but the production method is different, and the effects are different too!" Jiang Ling explained.

The village chief was taken aback, and after a long pause, he stammered, "What? Fertilizer? What kind of fertilizer? What kind?"