Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Eighteen Scholars Have Eaten Chicken with Flowers and Grass…
The young lady lifted the whole person up with just one hand, as if her lady was just a light piece of paper!
In the blink of an eye, the person was standing safely on the ground, which made the driver secretly amazed. What a skilled young lady!
"Don't be so impatient next time." After she stood firm, Zhao Mingsheng released her hand and said with a stern face, "At least wait until the carriage stops before getting off!"
"That's right, don't do that again. You scared me to death just now."
Zhao Mingsheng turned around in surprise and found that Huang Furen had come at some point and was standing behind them, wiping the sweat from his head with a handkerchief, talking as he wiped.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Zhao Mingsheng felt that Huang Furen's cute figure seemed to have lost some weight. It might be because the weather was too hot these days, which was not very friendly to fat people.
Huang Yuexin hadn't changed much. Half of her black, shiny hair was tied up in a bun with an exquisite hairpin, while the other half hung obediently behind her head. She was still wearing a light yellow dress, which made her face look even whiter.
Huang Yuexin had just recovered from her shock and realized that she had been reckless, so she nodded obediently and said with a blushing face, "I was impatient. I won't do it again next time..."
After saying this, she glanced at the rough gravel on the ground with lingering fear. If Zhao Mingsheng had not been quick to help her, she would have fallen and been disfigured.
Zhao Mingsheng noticed that the Huang family sent out a total of three carriages this time, one for Huang's father and one for his daughter. However, no one got off the third carriage, which made her curious and turned her head to look.
"Take the things off the carriage."
At this moment, Huang Furen gave instructions to the driver.
The driver took the order and left.
Soon, wooden boxes were brought down one by one. When they were opened, they were filled with cloth, utensils, and other valuable items.
"Miss Zhao, where do we put these things?" asked an older coachman.
Zhao Mingsheng looked at the boxes on the ground hesitantly, not knowing whether he should collect them.
Huang Furen was afraid that she would not accept it, so he quickly said, "Miss Zhao has helped us many times and saved our family from danger. This is just a small token of our gratitude."
He bowed to Zhao Mingsheng and said, "You helped me so much last time and I didn't even have time to thank you properly. Please accept these!"
Huang Yuexin also chimed in, "That's right, Sister Zhao, please pack it up quickly, otherwise I will be embarrassed to enter your house today."
Having said that, Zhao Mingsheng no longer bothered to be polite and showed the driver the location of the warehouse.
Huang Furen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she accepted the gifts.
"I heard my daughter was visiting your house, so I came here uninvited. Also, as for the medicinal materials business I mentioned earlier, I wonder if you would be willing to discuss it?"
Ever since the last incident of real and fake ginseng, Huang Furen had been looking for an opportunity to formally thank Miss Zhao and have a detailed discussion with her about the medicinal materials business, but he had never had the chance.
When he heard that his daughter was going to visit Zhao's family, he shamelessly followed her.
Uncle Huang was going to discuss the medicinal materials business with her.
Zhao Mingsheng was delighted, thinking that it was really like sending a pillow when one was sleepy.
Some of the medicinal herbs in the medicine field have matured. Manager Yu’s pharmacy cannot consume so many herbs, and it cannot consume so many just to make pills. Zhao Mingsheng is worried about what to do with them.
So in response to Huang Furen's question, she nodded and said, "Of course it's convenient."
But she noticed that Huang Yuexin didn't seem happy about this, and her little face was puffed up with anger.
Huang Yuexin was of course very unhappy about this. How could she not know how focused her father was when talking about business? It was estimated that the two of them would talk for a long time. She finally had a chance to talk to Sister Zhao, but now her father had kidnapped her. She probably wouldn't be able to play with Sister Zhao today.
Zhao Mingsheng noticed Huang Yuexin's downcast mood and took her hand, saying, "Sister, don't you like the style of my dress? I mentioned it to my mother, and she said she'd like to make one for you. Since she heard you were coming today, she's prepared it early this morning and will take your measurements so she can tailor the dress."
"Really!"
Huang Yuexin's depressed mood was swept away when she heard that Zhao Meijie's mother wanted to embroider a dress for her. She didn't expect that Zhao Meijie still remembered her casual words. She was very touched and said happily, "Thank you so much, auntie!"
Zhao Mingsheng welcomed the father and daughter into the yard and first took Huang Yuexin to Meng Mu's house.
Mrs. Meng was drawing a pattern when she looked up and saw her daughter leading a young lady in yellow clothes into the house. She guessed that this was the good friend invited by her daughter, so she warmly invited her in.
"Come on, come on, let your aunt see it!"
"What a pretty young lady!"
Meng praised without hesitation.
Huang Yuexin had seen many women, but the Meng in front of her was different from those women. She didn't have any expensive pendants to add to her nobleness, nor did she have an overbearing aura. She just felt... very easy-going.
Huang Yuexin's somewhat nervous mood gradually relaxed.
"Thank you for the compliment, Auntie." She said with a blushing face.
After several months of maintenance, Meng's old age is long gone, and only the charm of time remains, which is both beautiful and eye-catching.
Meng had heard some things about this young lady and felt that it was really pitiful that she lost her mother at such a young age. She couldn't help but speak and act with pity.
In addition, her daughter finally invited her friends over, so she was naturally happy.
Huang Yuexin was a little reserved at first, but she couldn't resist Meng's gentleness, so gentle that it reminded her of her deceased mother. In addition, she really liked the embroidery pattern in front of her, and the two of them soon became close in conversation.
Seeing that the two of them were having a good chat, Zhao Mingsheng felt relieved.
After settling Huang Yuexin down, she returned to the courtyard and was about to call Huang Furen to go to the medicinal field to take a look when she caught a glimpse of Huang Furen standing at the door in a daze.
"Uncle Huang?" Zhao Mingsheng called out softly. Seeing that he was still staring in one direction without any reaction, he followed his gaze.
Because Meng loved flowers and plants, Zhao's father had set aside a space in the courtyard to plant them. After Meng's careful care, the flowers and plants were growing beautifully. Many had already formed buds, and some were halfway through their blooms, emitting a faint fragrance.
At this moment, Father Zhao was holding a small pot and watering the plants in the yard.
Hearing the noise, Father Zhao turned around and found that the guests had arrived. He put down the kettle in his hand and greeted them from a distance.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Mingsheng had no choice but to call out again: "Uncle Huang, let me introduce you, this is my father."
Huang Furen came back to his senses with a start and quickly waved back, but his gaze still lingered on the flowers for a long time.
I hadn't realized that Uncle Huang was such a flower lover. Seeing how interested he was in the flowers, Zhao Mingsheng took the initiative to say, "Uncle Huang, if you like them, I'll bring you a few pots when I leave."
There is a small greenhouse in the backyard. Meng usually grows the flowers there and then transplants them outside. However, the space in the yard is still too small, and there are still many small flower seedlings in the greenhouse that have not been transplanted yet.
After hearing this, Huang Furen waved his hands and shook his head like a wave drum.
"No, no, no, I can't bear this!"
Can't bear it
Zhao Mingsheng was a little confused. It was just a few pots of flowers, how could he not afford it? In her impression, Uncle Huang was not a person who would pretend to be humble.
Are the flowers any different?
With such doubts, she approached the garden and carefully examined the flowers and plants for the first time.
Meng likes flowers and has no fixed preference, so no matter what kind of flower it is, as long as it looks good or is a newly obtained seed, she will plant it. This results in a wide variety of flowers in the yard, and at first glance, it is really a dazzling display of flowers.
In the past, when she was in the Marquis' Mansion, she would just follow the old lady to appreciate the flowers in the garden. If the lady of another family had recently acquired some precious flowers, she would send invitations to everyone to invite them to come and see. She had been there a few times, but she just took a few glances and praised them with the crowd. Apart from that, she didn't do much research.
Zhao Mingsheng could barely distinguish a few species of flowers and plants that she recognized from the pile.
For example, the camellia in bloom, with seven or eight flowers, each the size of a grown man's fist, poised to burst forth from its green branches half a man's height. The three colors, red, white, and yellow, complement each other beautifully...
Wait, three colors!
Zhao Mingsheng took another careful look with uncertainty and confirmed that it was three colors on the same plant!
A few years ago, when she was still in the Marquis' Mansion, her grandmother spent one thousand taels of silver to buy a two-color camellia. Not only did the number of flower buds on that camellia be half as many, but its quality was also far inferior to the one in front of her.
If the two-color camellia was worth a thousand taels, how much is this three-color camellia worth?
Zhao Mingsheng couldn't guess.
Compared to the gorgeous tricolor camellia, the camellia next to it with pure white buds looks a bit ordinary, and the size of the buds has also shrunk to the size of a baby's palm.
It was this inconspicuous white camellia, but the more Zhao Mingsheng looked at it, the more frightened he became. In the end, he couldn't help but breathe a little more gently, for fear that any loud noise would blow off the delicate petals.
This is actually an Eighteen Scholars plant!
Zhao Mingsheng stared at a flower bud and counted it carefully again. There were indeed eighteen layers of petals.
Zhao Mingsheng had also seen the Eighteen Scholars. Many years ago, the Marquis of Pingchang's mansion had obtained a pot and invited everyone to visit. She was lucky enough to have the opportunity to see it. Now that she thought about it, the Eighteen Scholars, praised by all the ladies in the capital, had beautiful flowers, but the color was a little off. It was white with pink, which was a variegated color.
But the petals of the plant in front of her were pure white without a trace of other colors, and were of better quality than hers. It was the finest among the Eighteen Scholars!
Each petal looks like fine white silk, and when combined together they form a hexagonal tower. It also looks like an enlarged version of an ice crystal, as white and translucent as jade.
Money can't buy this level of quality.
There are many people in the capital who love flowers. Sometimes, things that money may not be able to achieve, but with this pot of flowers, they can definitely be done! Not only can it be done, but people will also rush to do it for you!
Huang Furen wiped the sweat from his forehead. What was the origin of this Zhao family?
Such precious flowers, he offered several pots as soon as he asked. Even if she dared to give them to him, he wouldn't dare to accept them!
Zhao Mingsheng held his breath and looked at other places. Some orchids and daylilies were planted in the shade under the tree.
Some of them were people she knew, and some were people she didn't, but without exception, they all looked very valuable.
Why does Zhao Mingsheng think it is so valuable even though he doesn’t know it?
For example, has anyone seen a colorful Clivia?
Even the most common phlox that can be seen everywhere on the roadside is not ordinary!
A faint chirping sound could be heard in the distance, and Zhao Mingsheng suddenly remembered that because the orchids grew too lush, his father would occasionally cut a few of them and feed them to the chicks...
Will the meat of chicks raised on precious flowers and plants be more delicious?
Before Zhao Mingsheng had time to think about it, he was interrupted by a voice.
"Miss Zhao is truly a hidden talent. Today, I, Huang, have broadened my horizons." Huang Furen praised sincerely.
He did not dare to dream about these things. He was already very satisfied just to have the opportunity to see these precious flowers.
Zhao Mingsheng's heart was bleeding, but he had to pretend to be calm and smile slightly on the surface.
"No, it's just that my mother is bored and planting some for fun. Let's go to the medicinal field first."
Huang Furen nodded in agreement.
When walking out of the door, Zhao Mingsheng looked back at her father who was walking among the flowers without knowing anything. For his sake, she silently decided not to tell him the value of these flowers and plants. If it weren't for Huang Furen's actions today, she didn't know when she would find out.
Sometimes, ignorance is bliss...
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