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Fu Zhi Qiao turned her head away, avoiding Xie Zhuo's gaze; she truly had no resistance to that face.
She knew that the seven-tailed phoenix hairpin contained Xie Zhuo's words, but what use was it? His engagement to Yu Yadan was a done deal, and there couldn't be any more entanglement between her and him.
"Xie Zhuo, it's a done deal that you're going to marry someone else. Please stay away from me and stop trying to challenge my moral bottom line, okay?"
I'm really afraid I won't be able to handle it...
"Moral bottom line?" Xie Zhuo was puzzled for a moment, then understood what she meant, and a hint of smugness flashed through his heart.
It seemed that he still held some weight in her heart. He didn't give Fu Zhi Qiao another chance to refuse, and left without saying a word after putting down the seven-tailed phoenix hairpin.
Since giving away the Seven-Tailed Phoenix Hairpin, Fu Zhi Qiao has not seen Xie Zhuo again, and has not heard any news about Xie Zhuo in the following days.
Xie Zhuo was busy, traveling all the way to deliver disaster relief funds and grains to Qingzhou. He even managed to squeeze out time to deliver the seven-tailed phoenix hairpin to Fu Zhiqiao.
The next morning, he rushed to Yuzhou to deliver disaster relief supplies to Min Kun, the Vice Minister of Revenue, and also helped him with disaster relief matters.
Xie Zhuo stayed in Yuzhou for three days before returning to Qingzhou.
As the imperial envoy for disaster relief in Qingzhou, Qin Zhao had too many things to do every day, so he entrusted many of the trivial matters to Zhao Junhui.
The craftsmen of the Ministry of Works have already begun the work of rebuilding the water conservancy project. The work of repairing the dam is enormous and will not be accomplished in a day or two.
Zhao Junhui spent his days running back and forth between the government office and the river with the craftsmen who were repairing the dikes. After a few days, he also became a familiar face among the disaster victims.
"Lord Zhao is here!"
"Lord Zhao, you went to move stones again today!"
Zhao Jun opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. How could he explain that he wasn't there to move stones, but to take the soil and stones back to the craftsmen for research, so that they could find more suitable materials for building the dam?
Never mind, I'd better not say anything more.
"Hmm," Zhao Jun responded, acknowledging it.
One disaster victim lamented, "So even high-ranking officials still have to move stones!"
Zhao Jun replied: ...
Fu Zhiqiao returned from the winery and happened to run into Zhao Junhui at the city gate. She was quite surprised to see Zhao Junhui in Qingzhou.
"Lord Zhao, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Jun turned around in surprise, and his eyes softened immediately when he saw Fu Zhiqiao. He said that he had requested permission to go to Yuzhou for disaster relief, but ended up in Qingzhou by mistake.
Fu Zhiqiao couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this; she could imagine Zhao Junhui's misplaced loyalty in front of Qin Zhao.
Zhao Jun originally wanted to return to Yuzhou to do something for his fellow villagers, but after arriving in Qingzhou, he belatedly realized that he had come to the right place.
With Fu Zhiqiao in Qingzhou, he can see her more often.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fu Zhiqiao had other matters to attend to and entered the city ahead of time.
When the disaster victims saw Zhao Junhui chatting and laughing with Fu Zhiqiao, they gathered around him and asked, "Lord Zhao, do you know Boss Fu?"
"know."
The same disaster victim who had just spoken chuckled twice after hearing Zhao Jun reply that he knew Fu Zhiqiao.
Zhao Junhui felt a little confused and looked over with a questioning gaze.
The disaster victim asked, "Is Lord Zhao married?"
Zhao Jun hesitated for a moment before replying, "Not yet."
The disaster victim chuckled and said, "Boss Fu doesn't have any either. I just saw you two talking together, you two are such a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman!"
An unnatural blush appeared on Zhao Junhui's face. "Don't talk nonsense. This concerns a woman's reputation. How can you talk about it so easily?"
It was extremely rude of the disaster victim to make fun of an unmarried woman in public. Realizing what had happened, the victim immediately covered his mouth and said, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."
This disaster victim, having received a favor from Fu Zhiqiao, praised Fu Zhiqiao to Zhao Junhui as if he were the best person in the world.
Fu Zhiqiao's act of donating 100,000 jin of grain to provide porridge for disaster victims is truly touching. As someone who has personally experienced it, no one feels it more deeply than the disaster victims.
Zhao Jun nodded in agreement; Fu Zhi Qiao was indeed an outstanding woman.
In the following days, Zhao Junhui kept hoping to meet Fu Zhiqiao again, but he never got the chance.
What Zhao Junhui didn't know was that the reason he couldn't meet Fu Zhiqiao was because she wasn't even in the city.
Fu Zhiqiao inspected the damaged fields in the manor. Except for the barren mountain to the south, where some sorghum had been preserved, the rest of the land was flooded. The seedlings in the fields were either washed away or rotted.
The entire estate suffered significant losses.
"What's the situation in the village?"
Liu Pinggu's dark face instantly turned into a mournful one: "Boss, all the crops in our village have been flooded too."
This is the worst possible outcome.
Not only did the first half of this year result in a complete crop failure, but the flooded farmland also cannot be reclaimed for planting in the short term. The villagers of Liujia Village have no land to cultivate and are now idle.
Fu Zhiqiao was already mentally prepared and calmly arranged the next tasks for them.
First, the winery needs to resume production as soon as possible, and there are many areas that need cleaning and tidying. Second, she needs to select some young and strong men from the villagers who are no longer in work to join the transport team.
Qingzhou has just experienced flooding and is currently short of supplies. Caravans from disaster-stricken areas are generally unwilling to come here.
This might be her chance, a chance to start a caravan!
Given the current situation, Qingzhou can only provide limited supplies locally, and the grains and other crops needed for brewing have to be transported back from other places.
The cities of the Great Wei can trade with each other. If you want to go out to buy grain and brew wine, forming a caravan is the best way.
When the caravan goes out, it can take Taibai wine with it to sell along the way. When it returns, it can also bring local specialties from other places to sell in Qingzhou City. With this back and forth, it is believed that the wish to sell Taibai wine throughout the country will soon be realized.
Fu Zhiqiao issued a series of orders, and everyone was mobilized.
The once lifeless Liujia Village, which had been dormant due to the flood, immediately came alive, with men, women, and children all busy around the winery.
Upon learning that Fu Zhiqiao had arranged a new job for them, the villagers expressed their gratitude. Without income from the crops, they would have to buy food from outside for the first half of the year. With reduced income and increased expenses, they were struggling to make ends meet and how could they support their families?
At this time, Fu Zhiqiao was willing to lend them a hand, and the villagers were filled with gratitude.
The caravan was set up and immediately embarked on a mission. Fu Zhiqiao asked them to escort a batch of Taibai wine to the capital, and on the return trip, to purchase some wheat, grains, mountain products and specialties. Most importantly, they were to find some suitable late-planting grain seeds to bring back so that the farm could resume planting as soon as possible.
Only by having both income and expenditure can the winery be kept running smoothly. She needs to consider not only the present but also the future development.
Fu Zhi Qiao resumed her life of running back and forth between the Fu residence and the winery, busy but fulfilling.
On the other side, Zhao Jun asked the disaster victim he had chatted with last time to keep an eye on Fu Zhiqiao's movements.
The disaster victim looked at him warily: "Lord Zhao, Boss Fu is a weak woman, you mustn't..."
"What are you thinking!" Zhao Jun interrupted him, his expression quite solemn: "Miss Fu and I are from the same hometown, but we haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's not appropriate for me to go and disturb her."
Knowing that his relationship with Fu Zhiqiao was awkward, Zhao Junhui didn't dare to disturb her rashly, and could only try to create more opportunities to meet her by chance.
The disaster victim looked at him with an "I understand" expression and said, "Lord Zhao, you admire Boss Fu."
Zhao Jun turned around, his posture slightly stiff. Was the atmosphere in Qingzhou always so direct?
Before he could answer, a disaster victim pointed ahead and warned, "Lord Zhao, look! Boss Fu is coming!"
Zhao Jun looked in the direction the disaster victim was pointing, and it really was Fu Zhi Qiao. He suppressed his joy, thanked the disaster victim, and walked quickly toward her.
The disaster victims watched Zhao Junhui's retreating figure with a hint of curiosity in their eyes, but more so with excitement.
Lord Zhao and Boss Fu are a perfect match, one handsome and the other beautiful. If Lord Zhao and Boss Fu get together, then he will be the matchmaker!
As he was thinking, the disaster victim burst out laughing. Those nearby, seeing him standing there with a silly grin, reminded him, "What are you thinking about? Get back to work!"
Zhao Jun chased after her and called out to Fu Zhi Qiao, "Miss Fu!"
You can't hide the look in someone's eyes when they like them.
How to describe it? Zhao Junhui's gaze was always exceptionally gentle whenever he looked at her, and when their eyes met for more than two seconds, he would always look away from her gaze first.
She could guess a little about Zhao Junhui's feelings for her.
If Madam Zhao hadn't come to break off the engagement, she and Zhao Junhui might actually have gotten married.
When she first arrived in this world, everything around her was unfamiliar. If Madam Zhao hadn't come to break off the engagement, she would have prioritized stability and wouldn't have taken the initiative to refuse the marriage. Besides, Zhao Junhui was talented, handsome, upright, and humble. He was also the son-in-law chosen by his father, Fu Changyue. She simply couldn't find a reason to refuse such an outstanding person.
But sometimes fate is just that magical.
Zhao Jun wanted to pass the imperial examinations as soon as possible so he could marry her, but his mother felt that the Fu family had changed its leader and could no longer help his career, so she decided to give up the marriage.
It can only be said that man proposes, God disposes; many things are beyond our control.
The entanglement between her and Zhao Junhui can ultimately be traced back to the words of their parents.
Initially, she and Zhao Junhui had a verbal engagement because of Fu Changyue's decision, but later, due to Madam Zhao's decision, their verbal engagement was canceled.
Both of them were bound by fate, but now, Fu Zhi Qiao had broken free of that constraint. She said directly, "Young Master Zhao, our fate ended back in Yuzhou."
Zhao Jun glanced back, lowered his head slightly, and a look of loss and sorrow flashed in his eyes.
I know we can never go back to the way things were before, but some things are beyond our control just because we know them.
"On countless nights when I was writing furiously, it was thinking of you that gave me the motivation to keep going." He wanted to tell Fu Zhi Qiao about his feelings, but he had lost the right to say those words. He wished time could go back to the day the engagement was broken off.
If only I could have run faster and stopped my mother from going to the Fu family to break off the engagement. If the engagement hadn't been broken off, they would probably be married by now...
"I know." Zhao Jun's eyelashes trembled, hiding the bitterness on his face.
"So...are we still friends?"
"Hmm." Fu Zhiqiao smiled slightly. Zhao Junhui's character was still worth befriending.
Her smile was so sweet and radiant. The young man was only half an arm's length away from her. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. The scene looked warm and beautiful.
What a perfect match they are!
Xie Zhuo stared blankly at the scene before him, his hands clenched tightly together, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth.
Fu Zhi Qiao reached up and touched the back of her hand, a strange feeling suddenly rising in her heart, as if she were being watched by someone...
After saying goodbye to Zhao Junhui, Fu Zhiqiao prepared to go home.
"Who is he?" a deep voice sounded from behind.
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