In Liangcheng, the cold wind is howling.
Mu Ziang, wearing a thick cloak, galloped on his horse and pulled the reins in front of a teahouse.
There was a trace of struggle in his eyes, then he turned over and dismounted, walked quickly into the store, and went straight to the box on the second floor.
The box was as warm as spring. The woman was sitting sideways in a thin dress, outlining her perfect figure.
Hearing the noise, she turned around suddenly, showing a happy smile from the bottom of her heart, and jumped up in a panic, "Brother Ziang, the weather is so cold, I thought you were not coming."
Mu Ziang looked at her with a complicated expression. Even the way he addressed her had changed. Brother Ziang? That was weird.
"Why did you run out again? It would be troublesome if you were caught by the police."
Miss Zhao's eyes were full of affection and gentle as water. "You will protect me, right?"
Mu Ziang pursed his lips, took off his cloak and put it on the chair, then sat down opposite him, "What's the matter?"
Miss Zhao's expression froze, she looked lonely and helpless, "How... did you investigate? I can't stand being imprisoned like this, I'm going crazy, just tell me straight out whether it's good or bad."
She had sneaked out last time without being discovered, but the control was stricter now.
Although money can be used to buy daily necessities, being locked up in the yard every day, how can this be a life for a human being?
She had been kept locked up these days without any definite answer. She spent every day trying to guess what Mu Wanqing was thinking. She was worried and tormented, and each day felt like a year.
As time went by, the atmosphere at home became worse and worse. Everyone became restless and could collapse at any time.
She couldn't bear it any longer, so she decided to take a big gamble.
Mu Ziang took a look at the food on the table. There was only a pot of sake and two plates of side dishes. It was pitifully frugal.
Looking at her thin clothes again, I couldn't help but feel pity for her. She couldn't live a good life.
"I've been too busy lately and don't have time..."
In fact, the two brothers went to Ganzhou City to deal with post-war restoration matters.
Destruction only takes a moment, but reconstruction takes a long time.
Half of the previous food and fodder was purchased from the people by the Dusi Mansion, and the other half was sold on credit by Mu Wanqing to the army. This is how they were able to barely hold on.
Now that the war is over, I’m checking the account books and helping to count the casualties.
The Mu brothers also had a mission, which was to build a milk powder workshop in Ganzhou City. Other workshops could be built in Liangcheng, but fresh milk would spoil easily and had to be processed nearby.
The herders suffered heavy losses due to the war, so if someone wanted to buy goat milk, wool and cashmere at this time, they would be regarded as a savior and naturally given a high-level treatment.
They don't want money, just urgent necessities such as salt, oil, sugar and tea.
The Mu brothers took out woolen warm products, and the herdsmen fell in love with them at first sight and exchanged their worthless wool for them.
It’s totally worth it to exchange five pounds of wool for a warm sweater with a beautiful pattern.
This is a win-win situation and both parties are very satisfied.
The two of them had rich experience in setting up workshops, and with the help of Mu Zicheng's father-in-law, the business naturally went smoothly.
Not only milk powder, but also milk tablets, yogurt, cheese and other dairy products need to be processed, which requires a large number of manpower.
However, Ganzhou City had experienced the baptism of war and was extremely poor, and the thing it lacked the least was manpower.
Giving priority to recruiting poor civilians and military dependents was like providing timely assistance, and it stabilized the people's hearts in Ganzhou City.
Doing business with the herdsmen outside the Great Wall also appeases them, killing two birds with one stone.
For Ganzhou City, which was in a state of disrepair, this was like a shot of adrenaline. The whole city was filled with hope and everything was moving in a good direction.
Of course, the workshop was not solely owned by the Mu family, but also involved the local Ji family.
Mu Zicheng still stayed in Ganzhou City, while Mu Ziang came back to report first. He was really tired, but he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Making money is secondary. This matter is very meaningful and has helped many people.
He also saw the trauma that the war brought to the people, which was displayed before him in the most tragic way.
This gave him a whole new perspective on life.
At the same time, he loves his sister even more. She is really a gentle and strong person.
He is gentle and comforting to the people, concerned about their needs, and helps them solve their difficulties. He is a strong man that the people can rely on.
If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world. This is a sentence that Mu Wanqing hung in the office. Everyone who comes in and out can see it.
I don't know if others took it to heart, but she really did what she said! He is proud to have such a sister.
A wronged voice sounded, "Are you busy? Or are you afraid to check?"
This made Mu Ziang feel uncomfortable. "What is true cannot be false, and what is false cannot be true. You don't need to be so nervous. My sister is a fair and strict person who serves the country and the people. She will not wrongly accuse anyone."
He praised his sister again. Miss Zhao was very annoyed and wanted to hit someone. Would she die if she didn't mention Mu Wanqing?
She suppressed her complicated thoughts, raised her head slightly, revealing her graceful swan neck, and asked softly, "Brother Ziang, do you still want to marry me?"
"I..." Mu Ziang hesitated. He had been so busy these days that he couldn't even think of her.
If I say that we have deep feelings for each other, that would definitely be a lie, after all, we didn't have much contact.
He felt sorry for her difficult life and admired her attitude of not giving up in the face of adversity and being content with poverty, but that might be her personality.
My sister once said that one’s life depends entirely on acting skills, and many people live in the characters they create.
Miss Zhao was anxious and tears came down. "Do you regret it? I don't blame you. I understand. I..."
She said she was understanding, but her eyes were wet with tears, and she looked extremely helpless.
Mu Zicheng couldn't bear it, "I will give you an answer within five days."
Miss Zhao seemed to be convinced. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, picked up the wine jug, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to Mu Ziang.
"I'll listen to you, Brother Ziang. I'll toast you a glass. I wish you a bright future, peace and happiness."
Mu Ziang raised his glass and drank it without hesitation.
But he didn't notice that Miss Zhao's eyes flashed.
Mu Ziang also poured two glasses of wine, "I'll toast you a glass too. Don't think too much about everything. Relax your mind. The clear will be clear and the turbid will be turbid."
He was reluctant to convict someone before the results of the investigation came out.
He believes that there are more good people and more kindness in this world.
Miss Zhao pinched the rim of the cup, smiled, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Brother Ziang, I'm glad you came to keep the appointment."
Mu Ziang glanced outside. Hey, it's snowing? Did my sister get off work? How about going to Dusi Mansion to take a look?
"It's getting late. I'll take you back."
Miss Zhao pleaded pitifully, "Sit for a little while longer, just a little while, there won't be a next time."
She was too sad, and Mu Ziang softened his heart and did not leave. The two of them chatted aimlessly.
Suddenly, Mu Ziang felt very hot and couldn't help but pull at his collar.
Miss Zhao asked with concern, "Brother Ziang, your face is so red, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I feel a little uncomfortable." Mu Ziang couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable. Anyway, it was hot.
Miss Zhao screamed and came over, "Ah, don't scare me, Brother Ziang..."
The woman's faint body fragrance lingered in his nose, and Mu Ziang felt a little agitated in his heart, and he leaned back subconsciously.
He retreated and she chased after him, getting closer, her voice so gentle that it could squeeze out water.
"Brother Ziang, I feel a little uncomfortable too. My face is hot and my heart is pounding."
She bravely pulled up Mu Ziang's right palm and pressed it against his chest. Mu Ziang trembled all over as if he had been electrocuted.
There was a glimmer of pride in Miss Zhao's eyes, and she threw him to the ground. Mu Ziang felt his whole body burning, his brain turned into a mess, and he couldn't think.
Suddenly, several voices came from outside, "I must be seeing things. Young Master Mu just came to this teahouse. Let's look for him separately. Whoever finds him will tell me. I want to make friends with him."
"Are you sure you're seeing that?"
"I'm sure of it. Trust me, my eyesight is fine."
The sound was getting closer and closer, and it would soon be this room's turn.
"Bang." The tightly closed window was pushed open, and a figure jumped in lightly from outside, quickly pulled Miss Zhao away, grabbed Mu Ziang by the back of the vest, turned around and ran to the window, jumped out and quickly disappeared by the window.
This series of actions happened in the blink of an eye. Miss Zhao sat on the ground in a daze, her eyes dull, and the heat in her body made her burn.
She also drank a lot of wine.
In the next second, the door of the box was pushed open. Several young men peeked in at the door. Seeing that there was only an unmarried woman inside, they were stunned for a moment and then bowed and greeted, "Excuse me, I'm really sorry, we will leave now..."
With a sound of "嘤萌," Miss Zhao suddenly jumped up and pounced on them like a wolf or a tiger, hugging one of them and kissing her.
Everyone was stunned...
A carriage stopped in front of the clinic, the curtain was lifted, and a light figure jumped off the carriage and rushed into the inner room of the clinic quickly.
She ran with sweat all over her forehead, and saw her second brother lying on the sickbed with his eyes closed. She was extremely worried, "Uncle Song, is my second brother okay?"
Doctor Song frowned slightly, "He was poisoned by a strong aphrodisiac. I have already given him acupuncture. He took a pill to clear away the heat and detoxify. He needs to drink a few more doses of medicine to get rid of the poison."
Born by the same parents, Mu Wanqing is as smart as a demon, while the second young master Mu is... stupid.
Mu Wanqing let out a long breath, "Thank you, Uncle Song, I'm lucky to have you this time."
Doctor Song lived a very comfortable life in Liangcheng. Mu Wanqing gave him a house and a shop, and would send him any new things, showing her great respect.
Before, I put some disinfectant alcohol cotton balls in the pharmacy and sold them, making a lot of money.
Naturally, he hoped that Mu Wanqing would be well. Only if she was well, would everyone be well.
"Don't worry, the Second Young Master will be fine."
He said a few words of comfort and then left. Mu Wanqing sat beside the bed and sighed softly.
He let his second brother gain experience, but he sent himself to the pharmacy. I really don’t know what to say.
Her parents don’t know yet, should she tell them or not?
I hope my second brother will learn from his mistakes this time.
Ask someone to find out where there are walnuts and bring them to my second brother to eat. What we eat will nourish our body.
Her mind raced, and she turned her head slightly to look at the sickbed, only to find that Mu Ziang had woken up. She hurried forward and asked, "Second brother, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mu Ziang had actually woken up a long time ago, but he was too embarrassed to see anyone so he pretended to be asleep.
"Am I stupid? I knew you had issued a ban, but I still held on to a glimmer of hope and went to see her."
He was stupid, extremely stupid.
To put it bluntly, he didn't believe that he would be wrong.
"Very stupid." Mu Wanqing reached out and poked his forehead. Mu Ziang looked very sad. Is he hated by his sister? Yes, he is so stupid.
Woo woo, I want to cry.
Mu Wanqing glanced at him and twitched her lips, "But what can I do? No matter how stupid he is, he is still my favorite second brother."
Mu Ziang was stunned for a moment, his eyes brightened, "You obviously love big brother the most, and you think of him first when something happens."
Mu Wanqing smiled and said, "I rely on my elder brother the most and I love my second brother the most, there's nothing wrong with that."
She is the perfect balance master.
Mu Ziang was greatly comforted, but still very frustrated, "I'm sorry, sister, I embarrassed you."
If his sister hadn’t sent someone to protect him, his innocence would be in jeopardy... Ahhhh, I can’t think about it, it’s going crazy.
"It's not that easy for me to lose face." Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes. "I should be thankful that she only gave me an aphrodisiac this time, not a poison that kills instantly."
Mu Ziang shuddered and his face turned even paler. Some women are tigers, be afraid.
A subordinate came in and reported, "County Master, there's a commotion at the teahouse."
A big fight? Mu Wanqing didn't care about that. As soon as she heard that her second brother was in trouble, she rushed over.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Second brother, do you want to go and take a look?"
Mu Ziang took a deep breath and said, "Go!"
He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of woman he had fallen in love with and remember this lesson well.
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It’s not finished yet, there are still many things that have not been written. Don’t be anxious, let me write slowly, good night.
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