The day after the bonfire party, Manager Zhou came over.

"Manager Zhou, as usual, the ripe watermelons have already been marked by Madam and her team, and they can be loaded onto the truck now."

"I trust Manager Wei, Steward Li, and Madam Jiang to get things done."

"We've been working together for so long, and the watermelons have always been of the highest quality."

Manager Zhou had his men watch the weighing and loading of the truck while he and Steward Li talked to each other.

With Manager Wei around, Steward Li didn't need to follow along; he just chatted with Manager Zhou.

"Butler Li, the cantaloupes must be ripe soon, right?"

"It'll be ready soon. My dad says it'll be ripe in another seven or eight days."

"That's perfect. After this batch of watermelons is shipped out, we'll come back to ship cantaloupes, and then the second batch of watermelons will arrive. The timing is just right."

Because of the watermelon incident, Manager Zhou gained recognition from his employer and stood out among all the managers.

Although his status has improved, he still personally handles the annual purchase of watermelons and cantaloupes for the Jiang family.

"Manager Zhou is always going to the capital now, traveling back and forth. It must be quite tiring for him, right?"

"It's hard work, but being valued by our employer makes it all worthwhile."

Although Manager Zhou was not a slave and was free, the principles of working for one's master are the same.

"That's true. People only feel at ease when they're busy."

Butler Li is also very busy with all sorts of things, big and small, but this kind of busyness brings peace of mind.

"Same, same..."

The two chatted for a while, then went over to take a look.

The first batch of ripe watermelons wasn't transported away until dawn.

Accountant Song had already calculated the accounts, and after comparing the two sides and confirming that the amounts matched, Manager Zhou paid with the silver notes. Accountant Song counted the money, and the transaction was complete.

Steward Li had the watermelon, chicks, and pickle jars meant for Manager Zhou moved to Manager Zhou's carriage.

"Manager Zhou, these are some home-cooked dishes that Madam ordered. They taste quite good. There are also chickens raised on the estate and watermelons. You and your family can try them."

"Please thank Madam Jiang for me. Thank you so much!"

Manager Zhou was in a good mood. The items weren't worth much money, but the sentiment behind them was priceless.

The watermelons have been transported away, and the literacy booklet project is progressing smoothly. Mu Yi'an plans to return to the city.

Mr. Liang's treatment will take some time, and Dr. Chu can't keep traveling like this every day. Besides, it's inconvenient for the child to go to school.

The group packed their things and took a car back home.

Jiang Shuyun's good days were over, and she started taking a carriage to the academy every day again.

Mr. Liang's treatment was very effective; the pain in his legs became more and more obvious, and occasionally, he could even move his toes.

About ten days later, I was able to lift my feet again, and the guests from afar were about to arrive.

On the official road, several fine horses galloped past, leaving a trail of dust behind them.

The horses stopped a dozen meters from Bailu Academy. The riders dismounted and led the horses forward.

"Lord Wu, is the general's father very serious? Such a learned man must be quite different from us, right?"

"The general's father was a kind elder, gentle and easy-going."

Wu had been following the general for many years and had met the general's father several times, leaving a deep impression on him.

"I'm a little nervous, afraid I'll say the wrong thing." A few greenhorns chattered excitedly.

"Quiet down and hold your things properly. This is the general's filial piety. If you don't hold them properly and they fall to the ground, hmph, you know the consequences."

The clerk who came with him couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he listened to Lord Wu scare the young soldiers.

Before long, the headmaster's attendant arrived and took several people to the headmaster's study.

"I hope you are well, sir!"

"It's Wu Feng. You must be tired from your journey. Have some hot tea and something to eat first. No matter how urgent the matter is, there's no rush."

"Sir, we are indeed a bit hungry."

Wu Feng knew that the old man was genuinely worried that they were hungry, so he didn't pretend to be polite. Once he had rested, he was in the energy to answer questions.

"After we finish eating, I'll take a nap to recharge, and we'll talk about things tomorrow."

"Listen to the old man, this is a letter from the general to you."

Wu Feng took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the old man with both hands before they followed him away.

The headmaster picked up the letter, tore off the wax seal, and took out the letter paper to read it.

Jiang Shuyun was invited into the headmaster's study at noon the next day.

Good afternoon, Headmaster.

"Zhonglin, people from the Northwest have arrived."

"That's pretty fast, Headmaster, what can we do?"

Jiang Shuyun knew that the matter of the watermelon had been made public, and all they needed to do was cooperate. As for the rest, he had no right to interfere.

"Zhonglin, thank you for your hard work."

Tomorrow, let them go to the village to see what watermelons look like. They said there are watermelons in the Northwest, but they don't grow very big.

Later, have someone take them to see Liang Wenxuan; they're all worried about his injuries. Also, there are some gifts for the children over there; take them back with you—they brought them from the Northwest.

The headmaster was surprised that his second son was so thoughtful, knowing to bring gifts for Zhonglin's children.

"Thank you, Headmaster, and thank you, General Gu. I'll have Wei Dong drive the carriage to take them to see Mr. Liang."

"Alright, let's ride in the carriage. We won't ride the horses yet."

Wu Feng and his men were riding military horses, which was quite eye-catching.

Thanks to Zhonglin's reminder, they didn't need to be too high-profile in their actions and avoid attracting attention from all sides.

Jiang Shuyun asked Li Li to inform Wei Dong to send the guests from the Northwest home to see Mr. Liang.

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