"why are you laughing?"
Hua Yan looked at Zhen Wanwan's lewd smile, afraid that she looked down on him.
Zhen Wanwan regained her senses and looked at Hua Yan, who had a look of disgust on her face. She awkwardly rubbed her hands together.
"It's alright! Let's go! Let's go inside first!"
Bai Caoshi followed closely behind Zhen Wanwan, and the pungent smell of spicy strips made Zhen Wanwan squint her eyes.
She looked helplessly at the herbalist and asked in confusion, "Divine Physician Baicao, is there anything else?"
Could it be that we're not getting enough snacks?
The herbalist chuckled and rubbed his hands together, saying in a slightly ingratiating tone, "Sister-in-law, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Would you like me to take a look? By the way, I've just developed a new skin-nourishing cream. After using it for half a month, your skin will be smooth and soft..."
The herbalist went on and on, trying to please Zhen Wanwan, which really stunned Hua Yan, who was standing to the side.
He seemed not to recognize the man in front of him; it was actually his aloof master!
Usually, it was others who fawned over his master; when had they ever seen him with such an expression?
Regardless of the turmoil in Hua Yan's heart, Zhen Wanwan's ears were about to be suffocated by his nagging.
She sighed and politely declined with a smile, "No need, I'm in good health... I still have some skincare products... Doctor, please feel free to speak your mind. If it's within my ability, I will definitely do it."
Upon seeing this, the herbalist's smile deepened.
He pointed towards the back of the mountain and said with a grin, "Well, I went for a stroll in the back of the mountain in my spare time and saw that many fruits and melons were planted there. I thought I'd pick a few to taste and see if they were ripe..."
"If they're ripe, I can tell my sister-in-law they're ready to be picked..."
Thinking it was a big deal, Zhen Wanwan smiled and said, "Pick whatever you want, Doctor. Just let Uncle Wang pick it for you."
The herbalist waved his hand and declined, saying, "No need for that! I can have my apprentice pick it for me, so there's no need to trouble anyone else."
Zhen Wanwan had doubts in her heart and looked at the herbalist with suspicion.
This person doesn't seem like someone who doesn't like to bother others...
Sure enough, the herbalist said hesitantly, "It's just... could I trouble that strong man on the mountain to ask him to lead that dog a little further away when I go up the mountain...?"
Zhen Wanwan was slightly taken aback, then remembered that Uncle Wang had specially brought back a country dog from outside in order to better guard the fruit trees.
So the herbalist was afraid of dogs!
Zhen Wanwan looked at the herbalist with amusement and nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, Divine Doctor, I'll have someone tell Uncle Wang later."
Upon hearing this, the herbalist breathed a sigh of relief. Heaven knows that he encountered that dog on his very first day here.
He was so frightened that he fell off the wall and was unconscious for two days, his dreams filled with scenes of being chased by dogs.
Zhen Wanwan led Hua Yan to see the guest rooms, and casually asked a guard, "Is the master at home?"
The guard shook his head: "Master went out early this morning and has not returned yet."
Zhen Wanwan nodded knowingly; it was within her expectations.
Perhaps he's busy making preparations as the situation outside gradually becomes clearer!
With this in mind, Zhen Wanwan was full of energy. She needed to arrange for people to pull out the sweet potatoes and potatoes from the ground as soon as possible.
They can plant another season's worth of crops, and if the yield is as high as this season, they will never have to worry about food again.
Even if they close their borders and shut down their cities, they can still be self-sufficient.
She knew all too well that if someone tampered with food supplies during a military campaign, it would be a deadly danger.
Zhen Wanwan went to the garden to find Ma Xiaosi. Today he went outside and bought fish fry, which he planned to raise in the small lotus pond in the garden.
"Uncle Ma, the sweet potatoes and potatoes on the mountain are ready to be harvested. Please send more people up the mountain these next few days to pick all the sweet potatoes and potatoes and bring them home!"
"Then we arranged for someone to till the land again and replant sweet potato and potato seedlings,"
Ma Xiaosi readily agreed, "Don't worry, my lady! I'll go and arrange it right away."
After Ma Xiaosi left, Zhen Wanwan stood by the lotus pond for a long time watching the fish fry that had just been released.
Just then, she encountered Wang Fu coming down the mountain, and she relayed what the herbalist had said to him.
Wang Fu readily agreed.
Zhen Wanwan then told him to go do some work and went back to her room to look after the children.
She always felt like she had forgotten something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember it, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
The next day, Zhen Wanwan took the prepared blueprints for the Happiness Home and drove her horse-drawn carriage to the county town.
She was going to the government office to find a suitable location for the Happiness Home.
Because she had a lot to do today, she left her two children, Guabao and Tianbao, at home.
Grandma Li took a day off from work and brought her two daughters, Da Ni and Er Ni, to help look after the children and make new clothes for the two little ones.
Upon arriving in the county town, Zhen Wanwan first went to the department store to take a look. Seeing that there were no major problems, she headed straight for the government office.
Zhu Yuan received the news early in the morning and waited anxiously outside the door.
Zhen Wanwan watched from afar, feeling a warm glow in her heart.
She didn't know how long Zhuyuan's passion would last, but she was happy with these beautiful moments.
"My husband!"
Zhu Yuan personally helped Zhen Wanwan down from the carriage and gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead.
"Are you thirsty? I've had your favorite milk tea made..."
Zhen Wanwan nodded; her throat was indeed a little dry.
Upon arriving at the rear office, she followed Zhu Yuan into a private office.
As soon as she sat down, a servant brought in milk tea. Zhen Wanwan took a small sip, and the sweetness was just right.
She took out her hand-drawn sketches and handed them to Zhuyuan.
"My lord, I would like to know if there is any vacant land near Guangling County where I can build a Happiness Home?"
"It doesn't need to be in the center, a quieter, off-center location will do."
Zhu Yuan took the blueprints, glanced at them briefly, and said calmly, "I'll have the yamen runner in charge of managing the land come over."
A short while later, the yamen runner in charge of land development came in.
Zhen Wanwan greeted the other party politely, which made the other party break out in a cold sweat.
But she was unaware of her own mistake and handed over her precious blueprints to the other party.
"Young man, could you please tell me where would be suitable? I'd like a larger, quieter place, and I can explain if it's a bit secluded."
The bailiff took the blueprint, examined it carefully for a long time, and then took out his own map.
After carefully comparing the two, he cautiously said, "Madam, resettlement housing has already been built around Guangling County, so there isn't such a large open space. However, in the western part of the city, houses were washed away by the heavy rain a few days ago."
"The county magistrate made the decision to move the people whose houses were destroyed to resettlement houses, and the destroyed houses happened to be vacant."
Zhen Wanwan looked in the direction the constable was pointing and found that it was near the pastry shop in the west of the city that Zhu Yuan had given her.
She thought about it carefully and realized that the houses there were indeed very densely packed, and there were not many gaps between them.
If one family falls, the entire circle around it will fall.
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