Chapter 041: Seeing her face gives me nightmares
Songshan Village.
The old bull head family.
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
A woman was about to return to her room after using the toilet.
Suddenly, I heard voices coming from the main room.
Her eyes rolled around, and she tiptoed under the window to eavesdrop.
Only the old bull-headed man’s voice could be heard from inside: “You don’t know that the scholar’s wife and that red-robed young general have a very close relationship.
Holding hands and wiping his mouth.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they have a special relationship.”
"You mean, the scholar's wife likes the young man in red robe?" Although Aunt Niu lowered her voice, she still couldn't hide the surprise in her tone.
"I can't say for sure." The old bull head was cautious and didn't jump to conclusions. "It's just that the relationship seems closer than others."
The old bull sighed and said, "Tell me, should I remind Ying Xiucai?"
"Let's not talk about it for now. You should observe for a while, maybe there's some misunderstanding. Well, it's getting late, go to bed, you have to get up early tomorrow."
Aunt Niu muttered something, and then there was no more sound in the room.
The woman under the window had an excited gossip-filled look on her face.
The next day.
The news about Wen Yan's affair and infidelity spread like wildfire and reached the entire village in just half a day.
Of course, Wen Yan didn’t know this.
After she divided the ore overnight, she went up the mountain with Hui Niang.
She wanted to open a calligraphy and painting shop, and pens, ink, paper and inkstone were the most basic things.
If you want to stand out, in addition to bulk goods, you must also create your own distinctive products.
Wen Yan took out two ink prescriptions, which shocked Hui Niang a little.
This is the ink recipe developed by Hui Niang in her previous life.
Wen Yan smiled secretly. She wondered what she would feel if she knew the truth.
To make good ink, both the materials and the craftsmanship must be very particular.
The ink made from pine soot is thick, matte black and dissolves easily in water.
Coincidentally, there is a whole pine forest behind Songshan Village.
She asked Hui Niang to pick a forest, which she planned to buy specifically for making ink.
Of course, in addition to pine soot, ink making also requires tung oil smoke, lacquer smoke, fish glue, etc., plus other spices and medicinal materials, which are made after thousands of trials and tribulations.
All of this requires Hui Niang, an expert in ink making, to complete.
Hui Niang knew from the beginning that her responsibilities were not related to housework, so she had already chosen a forest.
There are many types of pine wood, and the higher the oil content, the darker the color.
The varieties in this area are not the best, but they are still good enough to make ordinary ink sticks.
As for top-grade ink sticks, she would purchase the best ink pine.
After buying the mountain land, we can transplant some top-quality black pines here.
After deciding on the forest, Wen Yan went to the abandoned mine to check out the available ore reserves inside.
If there are enough, I can buy the whole mountain.
**
Wen Yan went out early and came back late for several days, staying in the mountains.
She knew nothing about the rumors about her in the village.
Aunt Li and Aunt Liu wanted to tell her, but they came several times in vain.
Until this morning.
Wen Yan had just gone up the mountain for a while.
A team of horse-drawn carriages entered the village.
The four men rode on tall horses, followed by two carriages.
At the front of the team was a woman in red.
Her hair was like clouds and her face was lightly powdered.
She was riding a tall, snow-white horse, holding the reins, with an upright posture, which added a touch of heroism to her beautiful appearance.
Behind her was a young man in blue brocade clothes, riding a large chestnut horse.
The young man is tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his facial features are as handsome as if they were cut by a knife.
The two men in tight-fitting clothes behind him were also standing straight and looking dignified.
They had seen many elegant and refined scholars, but compared with these few people, they always seemed a little weak.
The carriage at the back was sealed tightly, and you couldn't see what was inside.
The only way to determine that there were a lot of things in the carriage was to look at the depth of the wheel tracks.
The eye-catching team instantly attracted attention in the village.
"Oh..." The leading woman in red reined in and looked at the woman washing clothes by the well. "Aunts, may I ask how to get to the Wen Yan family?"
Who else could this beautiful and charming woman be but Meng Chifei?
She took off her men's clothes and put on a little makeup, revealing her beautiful face.
The women washing clothes by the well were stunned by her appearance.
Meng Chifei asked again: "Excuse me, where does the Wen Yan family live?"
An aunt who had done stone business with Wen Yan quickly pointed them in the direction: "Just follow this road and you will see a lush magnolia tree in front of the house."
"Thank you." Meng Chifei thanked him and rode away.
Only after the team had gone far away did the women come to their senses.
"Oh my god, that young lady was so beautiful, like a fairy from heaven."
"That's right! Look at the makeup on her face, it's so beautiful!"
"And her headdress. That little pearl hairpin is so pretty."
"Her clothes are more beautiful than the most expensive ones in the county's clothing shops."
As everyone was amazed, a sister-in-law winked at them in an ambiguous way: "Are you all just focused on looking at the beauty? Didn't you notice the young man in brocade robes behind her?"
"I see it, I see it! How could I not see it? His shoulders are so broad, and his waist is so narrow.
This kind of figure is most suitable for farming."
The married women made faces and laughed strangely.
Those unmarried girls who understood what was said blushed.
Those who didn't understand looked confused.
"It is said that they are looking for Wen Yan, let's follow them and see.
Maybe among those people, there is Wen Yan's adulterer!"
"If the adulterer is that handsome young man, I would be willing to do it too."
"Pfft, you wish!"
The women followed the carriage, chatting one after another, and headed towards Wen Yan's house.
Only Ying Ximei.
She stared blankly in the direction where the horse disappeared.
Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of her body at any moment.
It took her a while to calm down.
She felt a fire burning in her heart, and a voice in her head kept saying, "That's him!"
The man I want to spend my life with should be like him.
Tall, handsome, and extraordinary.
Ying Ximei picked up her skirt and chased after him.
More and more people gathered behind the carriage and passed by Lao Ying's house.
Mrs. Qiao was lying in the room.
Ever since Wen Yan tortured her, she was afraid to sleep at night. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw mountains of swords and seas of fire, and the bloody faces of evil spirits.
Only during the day can she sleep soundly.
After being woken up by the noise outside, I ran out in my slippers to join in the fun.
She grabbed a young man and asked, "What's wrong with you guys? Where are you going?"
"There are two very luxurious carriages, saying they are looking for Wen Yan, and they are heading to Ying Xiucai's house. Everyone is rushing to watch the fun." The man shook off Mrs. Qiao's hand and ran to catch up.
When Mrs. Qiao heard Wen Yan's name, her brows twitched violently.
My heart was inexplicably anxious and tense.
Instinctively resisting anything about Wen Yan.
but……
Carriage!?
It must be someone from the Wen family.
They finally came to deal with Wen Yan.
Mrs. Qiao rubbed her hands excitedly.
She must not miss such a wonderful scene.
But as soon as she took a step forward, she quietly retracted it.
She was afraid of seeing Wen Yan's face and having nightmares again.
However, the little bitch is in trouble. If she misses this opportunity, she will miss it forever.
big……
At worst, I can just listen to the sound and not look at the person.
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