In the past two years, Cyclamen has trained more and more good chefs. They have even separated cold dishes and hot dishes, as well as red dishes and white dishes. Although the kitchen is very busy, it is not chaotic and everyone performs their duties.
Therefore, Jia Huan rarely cooks during the day; all he needs to do is keep an eye on things.
When Jiayin entered the yard through the back door, she was even happier to see her brother dressed in a clean and neat blue outfit.
Jia Huan pulled his younger sister into the house, also delighted, and repeatedly called for the servant to bring tea and snacks.
The brother and sister exchanged a few private words, Jiayin helped resolve some minor issues, and then they went to the Earl's Mansion to meet their sister-in-law, and together they returned to Suijintan.
Granny Lin held Yuanyuan in her arms and chatted with the villagers at the village entrance, enjoying the breeze while waiting for her masters to return.
Yuanyuan truly lives up to his name; he's been round and chubby since birth.
In such hot weather, they inevitably suffer more than other children.
Fortunately, there aren't many rules at home, so we dressed him in a sleeveless jacket and shorts early on, letting him wear whatever was cool.
But this revealed his arms and legs, which were as delicate as lotus roots, white and tender, making him even more adorable, and making anyone who saw them want to pinch them.
The elderly, in particular, love children the most.
This chubby, fair-skinned baby is simply a little fairy descended from heaven!
The old lady came over and gestured, saying she wanted to sew a little jacket for Yuanyuan, and then she measured Yuanyuan's little feet to make her a pair of shoes.
So much so that the area under the big tree was incredibly lively, filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.
As soon as Wan'er and Jiayin got off the car, they smiled and quickly nodded to the villagers to greet them and chatted for a few minutes.
Wan'er was about to take her son away, but her son reached out and ran towards his aunt.
"Auntie, hug me! Hug me!"
Who can resist a little baby with such a sweet, innocent voice?
Jiayin quickly hugged her little nephew and gave him a big kiss.
"Auntie brought back some snacks, all of which are Yuanyuan's favorites. Isn't Auntie nice?"
"Okay!" Yuanyuan hugged her aunt's neck and kissed her several times.
Jiayin's heart melted instantly, and she happily picked up her little nephew and walked into the yard.
Wan'er, the abandoned mother, couldn't help but laugh and scold, "This brat, he's more affectionate towards his aunt than towards his own mother."
Everyone laughed heartily.
Granny Lin had been managing the household affairs of the old house, but she fell ill in the spring. Even with the help of Doctor Zhang, she was bedridden for a month and only recovered now.
Her old friend, Granny He, felt sorry for her, so she stayed alone to guard the old house and the princess's mansion.
In the past few days, Granny Lin has really recovered, and Doctor Zhang has also nodded in approval, so she has slowly taken over the management of the old house again.
At this moment, she smiled and replied, "The princess was in the palace before and rarely came back, so the young master must have missed her terribly. Now that the princess is back, it's normal for the young master to be so attached to his aunt and play with her. Young mistress, you also have to get busy. It's almost the end of the month, and it's time to distribute the food."
This reminded Wan'er. She turned around and saw that everyone in the village was looking at her, so she quickly said, "I'll sort out the accounts today and open the granary tomorrow."
The villagers immediately replied, "No rush, young mistress, we still have enough food at home, a few more days won't make a difference."
"That won't do. The grain will be distributed on the appointed day. The rules can't be broken." Wan'er said with a smile. "Everyone, go home and clean your rice bins. We'll distribute the new grain tomorrow. Anyone who wants to exchange their grain should report it in advance."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, young mistress." The villagers responded one after another, and without further ado, they hurried home to get busy.
The village doesn't farm; they rely on the hot spring valley for their grain harvest.
Once a month, each household would go to the granary to collect grain according to the number of people in the household. It included coarse or fine grains, rice, flour, millet, and almost everything else.
However, each family's situation is different. For example, if there is a woman in postpartum confinement, the village will give her more millet.
If elderly people or children are sick, they can receive more refined grains.
There are established rules for everything, but special circumstances can be discussed.
Over the years, the village's several hundred residents have never had any trouble because of this matter.
On the contrary, because everyone shared the same granary of food, they became even more united and closer.
Of course, some people who are well-off and enjoy eating may feel that the fine grains distributed by the village are not enough, and they can buy some extra from the city.
Wan'er saw the villagers off, and then walked into the courtyard with Granny Lin. She casually said, "Granny, you've worked hard taking care of the family. While we were in the city, everyone was choosing jewelry. I asked Granny He to get you a silver hairpin too. Remember to pick it up from Granny He."
"Young Madam, this old servant is so useless, I cannot accept your reward." Lin Mama said with some fear and guilt.
She's been sick for so long; if she were in someone else's house, she would have been kicked out and left to fend for herself long ago.
As a result, her host not only treated her illness, but also rewarded her with jewelry!
"Please take this, Granny, don't be shy." Wan'er patted the back of her hand and instructed, "I will be going back to the city in a few days. The princess is still young, so you and Granny He will have to put in a lot of effort."
"Don't worry, young mistress, this old servant will take good care of the old house and serve the princess well."
Granny Lin bowed her head and solemnly agreed...
The next morning, after breakfast, Lao Hei led the caravan back to Suijintan, travel-worn and weary.
Li Ge'er also missed home. Although he had been writing letters to his family and was very familiar with the situation in Xindu, it was still not as good as seeing it with his own eyes.
The convoy delivered a lot of food, drinks, and supplies to him this time; there was nothing he couldn't receive.
He knew it must have been his sister who arranged it herself.
Sure enough, reading the letter confirmed his guess.
Knowing that his sister would no longer need to enter the palace, he felt much relieved. He then searched the entire city for valuable items and sent them back, along with what he had previously saved.
So much so that when Lao Hei and his crew set off, they loaded several vehicles, and when they returned, the load was exactly the same...
Everyone in the family was worried about Li Ge'er. When they heard that the convoy was returning, almost everyone rushed back to join in the excitement that evening.
Not to mention Jia Huan, who runs a business in the city, even Li Laosan and Mao Ge have rushed back from Luo'an. Of course, they will have to rush back tomorrow morning.
Li Ge'er prepared gifts for everyone in the family, from small ornaments to new books, calligraphy and paintings, or decorative items, he had everything.
In his county, there was also a master craftsman who made excellent tin cans, which were shiny and airtight.
This time, he also sent dozens back home.
Jiayin absolutely loved it; it was such a wonderful thing, perfect for storing medicine powder or tea leaves.
That evening, the family prepared several extra dishes and invited Mr. Jiang, Doctor Zhang, the old village chief, Chief Escort Liu, Uncle Zhao, and others to a gathering. It was quite a lively affair.
Doctor Zhang has such a temper; he never wants to compromise himself under any circumstances. He just tells Jiayin and Wan'er what he wants to eat without ever being polite.
Mr. Jiang, on the other hand, although he kept smiling and seemed to be the same as always, his dark complexion carried a hint of embarrassment and unease.
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