Chapter 51 Warning! A rival has appeared!
"Miss Zhou, I've made up my mind." Ma Dalang said excitedly, "I'll cooperate with you! I'll do whatever you say! Whatever you want to do, I'll follow your lead!"
Ma Dalang's decision was within Zhou Mujiao's expectations, but she still teased him a bit: "You figured it out in just one night?"
Ma Dalang was embarrassed: "Miss Zhou, to be honest, I'm actually a little scared, but I'm even more afraid that if I hesitate any longer, you'll find someone else to cooperate with. You know what I used to do. Boss Tang was willing to use me, but he still made me do some street patrol work. To put it bluntly, I was a thug. Except that I no longer had to oppress the people, there was essentially no difference from before."
"It's rare that Miss Zhou thinks so highly of me, trusts me, and is willing to give me another path to try. Even if I'm afraid, I can't let you down. Besides, I also want to show those who say I'll only ever fight and kill, and end up dying a violent death in the streets, that I, Ma Dalang, can also achieve something."
Zhou Mujiao nodded: "Okay then—by the way, can you read?"
“My dad took me to school when I was little, so I recognize some of the students.”
"Come in with me. I'll give you the plan and explain in detail the things to keep in mind when setting up the company in the early stages..."
Seeing Zhou Mujiao talking to a strange man, the group of embroiderers who came in with Yang Xiaoya only listened for a few words before going back to their work. The newcomers, however, looked astonished. After exchanging glances, they remained silent, only daring to mutter to themselves.
She's already a member of the Zhao family, yet she still brings men from other families home and talks to them so closely. Isn't that a bit unchaste?
Moreover, neither Aunt Zhao nor Zhao Yunjing seemed to have any objections. Could it be that Zhao Yunjing didn't actually like her, or she didn't like Zhao Yunjing, so they didn't interfere with each other?
Chen Xiuxiu had two close friends who were also selected, Deng Sanya and Tian Erya. The two looked at each other and were both happy for Chen Xiuxiu.
Because if Zhao Yunjing and Zhou Mujiao weren't in that kind of relationship, Xiuxiu might have married into the Zhao family. Then the embroidery room would belong to Xiuxiu. If the embroidery room belonged to Xiuxiu, wouldn't that raise the prices of her good sisters?
Aunt Zhao looked at Ma Dalang, but she really didn't have many thoughts.
Firstly, Ma Dalang was almost thirty years old, looked fierce and menacing, and his family was poor. On the other hand, the county magistrate's son was handsome and wealthy. Zhou Mujiao didn't even like him, so how could she possibly like Ma Dalang?
Secondly, she could also see that Zhou Mujiao still had some feelings for her son at this stage. Under this premise, even if Ma Dalang was a celestial being descended to earth, she would find it difficult to have any other thoughts.
I just don't know what my son thinks.
Zhao Yunjing's thoughts were somewhat complicated.
He knew that Zhou Mujiao and Ma Dalang were business partners. He was present when she talked to Ma Dalang yesterday, and he knew exactly how they talked and what they talked about. There were some details that she might not remember, but he did. So when Zhou Mujiao and Ma Dalang talked for a long time but overlooked that small detail, Zhao Yunjing was conflicted.
Should we go and remind them?
Seeing that Ma Dalang was about to leave, Zhao Yunjing went over and said, "Brother Ma, wait a moment."
Ma Dalang immediately raised his hands: "Brother Zhao, don't misunderstand. I just want to make money with Miss Zhou. I'm not here to steal Miss Zhou from you!"
Zhao Yunjing's face flushed. He subconsciously glanced at Zhou Mujiao and saw that her expression was calm and there was nothing unusual about her. He cleared his throat, pretending not to have heard Ma Dalang's words, and immediately reminded Zhou Mujiao that she had overlooked that detail.
"Oh." Zhou Mujiao said indifferently, "Second page, ninth line, Brother Ma, please look for it and confirm."
Ma Dalang found the location she mentioned, but there were a few characters he didn't recognize. He pointed them out to Zhao Yunjing: "Brother Zhao, can you help me take a look? Is this the problem you were talking about?"
Zhao Yunjing glanced at it and saw it was exactly the detail she was worried about. She hadn't discussed it with Ma Dalang, but she had written it down on paper. Writing it down in black and white was much better than giving verbal instructions.
"However, thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhao," Zhou Mujiao said politely.
Zhao Yunjing clenched his fingers: "...You're welcome."
Ma Dalang looked at this and that, feeling that he was in the way and wishing he could disappear immediately.
But then he remembered something and quickly said, "By the way, Miss Zhou, I ran into Young Master Chen last night. He knew I was coming to see you today, so he asked me to bring you something."
Ma Dalang pulled a letter from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Young Master Chen said that Miss Zhou should wait for him a while longer. Once he has achieved success, he will definitely send a matchmaker to propose marriage! I'll be going now!"
Only after watching Ma Dalang descend the mountain did Zhou Mujiao open the letter.
The love letter was written in a restrained and polite manner, without any vulgar words. Her portrait was also very lifelike. Looking at the portrait, Zhou Mujiao once again marveled at how beautiful her face was.
Zhou Mujiao was admiring her own beauty, but Zhao Yunjing thought she was moved by Young Master Chen's love letter. His heart clenched, and he suddenly snatched the letter away and chased after Ma Dalang without saying a word.
After he forcefully handed the letter to Ma Dalang, Zhao Yunjing returned and saw Zhou Mujiao's ambiguous smile. He immediately looked away.
Zhao Yunjing said, "Young Master Chen wrote you that kind of letter so rashly, without any regard for your reputation and innocence. It's too reckless. You... don't fall for his trick."
"Thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhao."
Uncle Zhao led the group to measure the land to the right of the Zhao family's house. It was quite a noisy scene. Zhou Mujiao went to watch and saw that several workers were almost fighting over a small detail. She quickly stepped in to mediate and even held a meeting for them on the spot, precisely emphasizing her own needs.
The workers, who had almost come to blows just minutes before, listened attentively like elementary school students in class, nodding as they drew lines on paper that only they could understand. They were very serious, and when they encountered problems with details later, they discussed them and got along very well.
Uncle Zhao was amazed and couldn't help but look at Zhou Mujiao.
The little girl is really beautiful; she seems to glow in the sunlight, she's dazzling.
Looking at his own son...
Uncle Zhao was a little disappointed in him!
Get to work! All you do is work, you're a complete blockhead! What girl would like a blockhead?
Uncle Zhao angrily smacked Zhao Yunjing on the head: "Silly boy, what are you doing?!"
Zhao Yunjing touched his forehead and smiled: "I'm working on a water-pressurizing device."
"What is that?"
"Once it's done, there's no need to pump water anymore. You can just use this device to pressurize it and the water will come up."
Uncle Zhao asked suspiciously, "Did you figure it out yourself? Or did Gillian tell you?"
"..."
"Forget it, I don't expect you to fart anything."
Since Uncle Zhao regained his mobility, he has become more and more arrogant. Now that he can walk freely, he feels even more dashing and debonair. He told Zhao Yunjing about how he married Aunt Zhao back then, and finally patted his silly son on the shoulder.
"Your father has been through it all. He once doubted whether he could give your mother a good life, and he made the same foolish mistakes you made. You shouldn't follow in your father's footsteps."
Gillian is a good girl. If you really can't hold onto her, then you should quickly end her hopes. The world is a vast place, and I think Gillian will eventually fly away. If you can't fly yourself, don't hold her back.
Zhao Yunjing didn't say anything, but focused more on making his water pump.
Around three or four in the afternoon, his water pump was basically finished and he was about to test it when someone else came to the Zhao family's house.
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