Yun Laoqi suddenly became respectful.
Yes, those dozens of villagers often came to him begging for a way to get through the second half of the year. Isn't that a solution?
Magistrate Cao and Assistant Magistrate Sun exchanged a glance, both seeing immense joy.
If Wen Yuanbai's plan succeeds, it means that the villagers in Wufeng County and the surrounding areas will not go hungry in the second half of the year!
I've heard that disaster victims from the north are already flocking to Kyoto, and the number will only increase in the second half of the year!
If we wait until next spring to plant, the harvest won't be until next September! How many people will starve to death during this long year-long period?!
After only a moment's thought, the two stood up and bowed deeply to Wen Yuanbai, saying, "Your Excellency's virtue benefits the people; we will certainly comply."
Wen Yuanbai smiled faintly, "This matter has already been approved by the Emperor. It is a great favor from the Emperor and not the work of my own. If it succeeds, I will certainly report your merits to the Emperor."
The two were overjoyed and bowed again, saying, "Thank you, young master."
After the group took their leave, Nan Zhuo handed in a letter with a look of delight. "Young Master! A letter has arrived from Young Master You Ran!"
Wen Yuanbai's expression softened immediately, and he reached out his hand.
Nan Zhuo first handed him the letter.
Wen Yuanbai's legs are much better now, and he can walk slowly for half an hour without feeling any pain.
After Doctor Gu left, Doctor Wang changed the prescriptions for the past two months.
Wen Yuanbai stood up, took a few slow steps, leaned against the window, and slowly opened the letter.
Xiao Youran began by saying, "Senior Brother Da Bai, that's not how you write a letter. Are a few lines really worth making the postmaster travel thousands of miles to deliver it? Do you think you're being fair to the tired horse? A letter should be written like this:..."
Xiao Youran wrote down in detail what had happened in Kyoto over the past two months, making Wen Yuanbai laugh and a smile involuntarily spread across his face.
Nan Zhuo suddenly burst out laughing.
Wen Yuanbai froze, then coldly turned to look at him.
But Nan Zhuo didn't look at him and smiled; instead, he smiled directly at the letter in his hand.
He was slightly annoyed. "Why are you laughing?"
Nan Zhuo looked up, completely bewildered. "Master, I was reading my letter and found it funny, so I laughed..."
Who wrote you the letter?
Nan Zhuo remained completely bewildered, "That girl Su Yue!"
Wen Yuanbai narrowed his eyes, "When did Su Yue become so familiar with you?"
They've actually gotten to the point of exchanging emails?
Nan Zhuo took out a package of oil paper and slowly unwrapped it. "It's the one you asked me to go to Tian Kuang's house to ask Zhao Mama for fried dough sticks last time. I thought Su Yue was funny! I didn't expect she could make beef jerky! She said Miss Youran taught her, and it's so delicious!"
In reality, Su Yue would always hide far away from him like a rabbit whenever she saw him. It was only after he deliberately scared her several times that she would hold back her tears and speak a few words to him out of fear. After she went back with Miss Youran, it was only after he wrote her several letters, threatening her fiercely, that she slowly replied with a letter, bringing a bag of beef jerky and a bag of duck gizzards.
Wen Yuanbai lightly touched the ground with his toes and swiftly flew over to snatch it away, saying, "I haven't even tasted my junior sister's exclusive recipe yet!"
Nan Zhuo blushed and reached out to snatch it, "Young Master! This was made by Su Yue, not by Miss Youran!"
Wen Yuanbai dodged his hand and leaped back behind the desk in a few steps. "Made with You Ran's secret recipe, it was made by You Ran!"
Nan Zhuo angrily withdrew his hand, but his tone was smug, "I know you're just jealous! Miss You Ran has many delicious secret recipes, are you going to snatch them all up one by one?"
Wen Yuanbai suddenly looked up at him.
Sure enough, he pulled out another oil paper package from his pocket.
This time, he wasn't slow and deliberate at all; his movements were a hundred times faster as he quickly grabbed something and popped it into his mouth.
Wen Yuanbai's face darkened.
Nan Zhuo laughed heartily and turned to leave.
Wen Yuanbai said, "Wait a minute."
Nan Zhuo carefully wrapped the oil paper package in a few quick movements and put it into his pocket before turning around and saying, "Please give your orders, young master."
Wen Yuanbai tapped the table. "Send this plum vase to Guigu Mountain. It's time to pay our respects to our master."
Nan Zhuo felt he shouldn't trust his master, and asked warily, "Wasn't this plum vase a gift from the Eldest Princess?"
Wen Yuanbai smiled faintly, "It was sent by my aunt, so I could give it to my master."
Nan Zhuo then stopped joking, cupped his hands in agreement, and stepped forward to take the large blue-and-white plum vase from the table.
No sooner had he picked up the plum vase with his right hand than his master across from him quickly stood up and slapped him on the head with one hand. He had no choice but to use his left hand to block his master's hand.
Suddenly, his arms were empty, and the oil paper package appeared in his master's hands.
Nan Zhuo was both anxious and angry, and said with a mournful face, "Master, this is not fair... Su Yue only sent me two packages in total, one package of beef jerky and one package of pickled duck gizzards..."
Wen Yuanbai snorted coldly, "You're allowed to steal my tea, but I'm not allowed to steal your food?"
Nan Zhuo was completely bewildered. It took him a long time to remember that once, Miss You Ran elegantly brewed a pot of tea called Tieguanyin, and he snatched the cup that was offered to his master, claiming that he was "trying the tea for his master."
"Sigh... I thought you were a generous person, but I didn't expect you to be such a stingy person."
Wen Yuanbai glared at him and nodded toward the door.
Nan Zhuo had no choice but to leave dejectedly. Before stepping out the door, he suddenly turned around and said angrily, "Master, that old scoundrel Doctor Gu has also written a letter to mock us! He eats Zhao Mama's delicious food in the capital every day and visits Youran Restaurant every few days. Those are all unique delicacies!"
Wen Yuanbai:......
When did he start keeping so many foodies in his mansion?
Nan Zhuo: Master, haven't you noticed that you've also become one of the foodies?
He sighed. "What else did the young princess bring?"
Nan Zhuo immediately replied, "Flour! Every time she writes, she has someone bring ten cartloads of flour!"
Wen Yuanbai knew that this was for the instant noodle workshop in Yunjia Village!
...
At the same time, inside the Xinyun Mansion in Wufeng County, Old Madam Yun was handing the letter written to her by Madam Su to Madam Zhou, and said with relief, "I didn't expect that Ya Rong would actually receive the title of Fifth-Rank Huihe Yiren. Now that they have settled down in the capital, I am not worried."
Zhou was clearly taken aback. "What? My cousin also received a title?"
"Of course! She said she put forward a policy proposal for the court to raise funds, which was appreciated by the emperor and solved the problem of the national treasury's shortage."
Madam Zhou clapped her hands and laughed, "My cousin is indeed a business genius! She deserves to receive this title! I'll have someone buy some nice things and send them to her as a congratulatory gift!"
Madam Yun nodded, "I wonder if they'll ever be able to come back?"
Madam Zhou smiled, "Mother is worried about them, and I'm sure they're worried about you too. If things in the capital are settled, I'm sure they'll be able to come back."
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