Chapter 666 My brain isn't working very well.
After Dahe Village was changed to Dahe Town, the villagers became ordinary people.
Although their identities have changed, their farmer genes are still ingrained in their bones, which means they love to gossip and chat about everyday matters.
Even though Cheng Wanwan had repeatedly told them that loose lips sink ships, they still couldn't help themselves sometimes.
Five or six women huddled together, discussing with great interest the King of Qin's fear of insects, their faces filled with disdain.
"A grown man is afraid of bugs!"
"Hahaha, this is the first time I've ever seen someone so cowardly."
Just then—
Is it really that funny?
A cold voice came, deep and cold, as if carrying a murderous aura.
The women turned around and saw the person they had just been talking about standing behind them. They were so frightened that their knees buckled and they knelt down.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
"Ha, so you still remember that I am a prince?" The King of Qin's voice was full of sarcasm. "What is the punishment for those who speak ill of the royal family behind their backs!"
"We were wrong, we know we were wrong..." The women trembled with fear. "Please, Your Highness, spare our lives! We'll never dare to do it again..."
They were filled with regret. Why couldn't they have kept their mouths shut? Couldn't they have waited until the prince left Dahe Town before discussing it?
Aunt Dashan is right. Trouble comes from the mouth. If you can't control your mouth, who knows how many troubles you'll cause in the future.
That's how people are. They might not remember even if someone tells them a thousand or ten thousand times, but once they experience something themselves, they'll remember the lesson forever.
Five or six women prostrated themselves at his feet, trembling with fear, and only then did the King of Qin's anger subside somewhat.
He said coldly, "Since you know you were wrong, then I'll give you a chance to make amends."
The women looked up with delight, suddenly realizing that the prince wasn't so wicked after all.
The King of Qin unfolded his paper fan and pondered slowly.
The group of women suddenly realized that the King of Qin wasn't so wicked after all, but he seemed a little out of his mind, actually fanning himself in the dead of winter...
"Answer a few questions, and I will pardon you." The King of Qin curled his lips. "You should know quite a bit about Consort Sui's affairs, shouldn't you?"
The women looked at each other in bewilderment.
Why is the King of Qin inquiring about the Mountain Goddess? What is he trying to do?
By the way, I heard that the King of Qin is still unmarried and doesn't even have a wife to serve him. Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Da Shan Niang...?
The mountain goddess is the village's god of wealth and their pillar of strength; no one can be allowed to covet her.
A woman tentatively asked, "What aspect of Lady Sui's life does Your Highness wish to know?"
"Ahem!" The King of Qin cleared his throat and waved his fan even more vigorously. "Let's talk about her ex-boyfriends."
The women exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes they all saw the same thing.
“Even though Da Shan’s father has been dead for so many years, Da Shan’s mother still thinks about him every day. She even said before that she would remain a widow for Da Shan’s father for the rest of her life.”
"Yes, although Aunt Dashan has a grandson, she still looks very young. It wouldn't be a problem for her to remarry, but she insists on staying with Zhao Youjin."
“Zhao Youjin was very good to Dashan’s mother when he was alive, so it’s not surprising that Dashan’s mother still remembers him.”
“Back then, when our county magistrate came to propose marriage, Da Shan’s mother wasn’t exactly a respectable lady; she dared to directly refuse the magistrate’s marriage proposal.”
The King of Qin scoffed: "A mere seventh-rank county magistrate, Lady Sui would naturally look down on him."
The women present were not convinced by his statement.
"So what if he's a seventh-rank county magistrate? He's the local official in Dahe Town, a god in the hearts of our people."
"Although the magistrate is almost forty, he is very handsome, with a nose and eyes. He is definitely a good match for Da Shan Niang."
"It's a pity that Aunt Dashan always had Zhao Youjin on her mind, otherwise it would have been nice for her to marry the county magistrate and become his wife."
"Alright, alright, stop talking..."
Seeing that the King of Qin's face was gradually darkening, the group of women dared not say anything more.
"laugh!"
The King of Qin sneered.
Zhao Youjin, a farmer, is he really worth remembering for so many years?
That Shen Dongming, only a seventh-rank official, is fat and poor. Does he deserve to be with Lady Sui?
These village women are utterly ignorant and foolish!
He waved his fan and turned to leave.
At this moment, his personal guard, having ascertained the information, came to report: "Your Highness, Sui Gongren is at the workshop. Shall we go there?"
He had only stayed in Dahe Town for some personal reasons, so naturally he wanted to go and take a look.
Right now, Cheng Wanwan and Wu Huiniang are in the largest square of the soap workshop, where the workshop holds its annual general meeting.
As the year draws to a close, the workshop will soon be on holiday, and before that, we need to distribute the New Year's gifts.
It turned out that Wu Huiniang was supposed to do this, but Cheng Wanwan didn't want to stay idle at home, so she came along.
Looking at the hundreds of people in front of her, Cheng Wanwan felt a sense of satisfaction. The soap workshop initially only had a few dozen people, but after two or three years of development, the total number of people in the four workshops—soap, glycerin, skin care products, and alcohol—has exceeded five hundred.
It can be said that almost every household in Dahe Town has someone working for her.
She and Dahe Town have long been integrated into one entity.
"The workshop has expanded rapidly over the past year, and everyone has worked hard," Cheng Wanwan said with a gentle smile. "Now the workshop's products are sold all over the Great Yu Kingdom, all thanks to the efforts of everyone here. The New Year is coming, so everyone can take a good rest at home for a while, and we'll continue to work hard next year."
As she was speaking, snow suddenly began to fall.
Large, fluffy white snowflakes fell, and everyone looked up and reached out to catch them.
She caught a snowflake in her hand and continued, "Before the New Year holiday, we will carry out our routine distribution of New Year's gifts. Everyone should line up, collect their gifts, and hurry home, as it's too cold outside."
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, but everyone present was overjoyed.
The happiest time of the year is when the New Year's gifts are distributed. After receiving the money, rice, oil, chicken, duck, fish and meat, it's another sumptuous New Year's Eve.
Wu Huiniang was in charge of distributing New Year's gifts, personally handing each red envelope to every worker.
After receiving their gifts, those people would go under the eaves and exchange a few words with Cheng Wanwan; some would chat casually, while others would express their gratitude…
Cheng Wanwan always had a smile on her face. No matter what the other party said or asked, she answered patiently and then watched the workers leave one by one.
The King of Qin walked to the entrance of the workshop and stood at the side door, where he could see Cheng Wanwan.
She stood out among the group of simple, honest people, wrapped in a light red cloak. As she stood under the eaves, snowflakes fluttered down, some landing on her hair and shoulders, others on her eyelashes, making her face appear as white as jade and her skin as white as snow.
She didn't look like a woman in her late thirties at all; she looked younger than him, a man in his thirties.
The King of Qin, who always prided himself on his handsome appearance, felt somewhat insecure at this moment.
While he was stunned, a child suddenly rushed towards him out of control and buried his head in him.
The child was holding a steaming hot oil cake, which he poured all over the King of Qin, staining his fine brocade robe with oil stains.
The attendants behind the King of Qin stepped forward abruptly and shouted angrily, "How dare you offend the King! Kneel down!"
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