"Uncle, you are a very busy man in our Wu Family Village, how could I dare to delay your work?"
I've come here for two things. First, I asked you to help me name my three children last time. I wonder what your thoughts are?
Secondly, the medicinal herbs my family planted on land borrowed from the clan are ready to be harvested.
"I would also like to trouble you to find two men, at a cost of ten copper coins a day, to gather the medicinal herbs I request and deliver them to my home."
Jiang Yue doesn't visit the temple without a reason; if you need something, don't delay.
It is straightforward and frank, revealing all its future intentions.
The village chief liked Jiang's straightforwardness; she didn't beat around the bush, which saved him from guessing.
"Sit down for a moment, I'll go inside and get some good names for you to take a look at."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Uncle."
Jiang Yue smiled. This trip was worthwhile; the old man had everything prepared!
Old Mrs. Qin brought over a bowl of honey water and warmly greeted us:
"Here, have a taste. This is honey that your sister-in-law specially bought from town. If you like it, I'll give you a jar."
Jiang Yue stood up and took the bowl, flattered and surprised, and said:
"Oh, thank you, Auntie, but since my sister-in-law specially bought these things to show her respect to you and Uncle, I can't accept them. Please don't make me feel so bad!"
"You're quite the talker, kid. Don't be so polite with your aunt. I need your help."
Hearing Jiang praise her daughter-in-law's filial piety, Old Zhou felt proud. Seeing that her husband wasn't there, she rubbed her hands together and said:
"Da Niu and Er Gou set up a snack stall in town. My son Guanghua thought it was novel and asked me when he came home the other day, 'Can I ask you if the recipe for this snack is for sale?'"
"Don't misunderstand, my Guanghua is the manager of a restaurant in town. Business is slow right now because of the hot weather, and the owner isn't very happy, which is why he asked about this..."
Jiang Yue listened patiently to Aunt Qin's explanation, without getting angry or impatient.
Whether liangpi (cold skin noodles) is delicious or not, nine out of ten people who have tried it become repeat customers.
In this hot weather, some foods are either too hot or difficult to swallow.
It seems that more than one company is being targeted for selling cold noodles...
"Old woman, wash the dishes and chopsticks. I have something to discuss with Jiang Shi."
The village chief returned, and judging from his expression, he was unhappy because he had heard his wife's "forced" words.
"Uncle, please sit down and talk. Aunt, please sit down too."
Jiang Yue reacted quickly, calming the two down to sit, then pretending to be embarrassed, she said:
"These liangpi (cold skin noodles) were made by my sons, Da Niu and Er Gou. As their mother, I can't make decisions for them rashly. How about this, I'll go home later and discuss it with them, and then I'll give you an answer, okay?"
"Alright, whether it works or not, we mothers will have done right by our sons."
Old Qin agreed before the old man could speak, then looked at Jiang with gratitude, everything understood without words.
"These are the names I gave to Da Niu and his sister. They belong to the Qing generation, so their names all contain the character Qing."
The village chief glared at his wife, but ultimately didn't reprimand her in front of Jiang. After calming himself, he spread out the paper and began to recite the name he had chosen...
Da Niu was the eldest son, named Wu Qingshan, a name that evokes the image of a beautiful and peaceful place to live. He hoped that Da Niu would become the pillar of the third branch of the family!
Er Gou is the second son, named Wu Qingsong. No matter what situation he encounters, he can be steadfast and persevering. He hopes that Er Gou and Da Niu can help each other and work together to make a good life!
Xiaocao is the youngest daughter, named Wu Qingyao. Yao means beautiful, precious, and a symbol of brightness and purity. He hopes that this little girl will have a bright future and be cherished by her family!
Qingshan, Qingsong, Qingyao, and Jiang Yue silently recited the three children's new names, then immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and thanked the village chief on behalf of the children for bestowing the names upon them.
"No need for formalities. Since you're satisfied, the names are settled. I'll change them to the names on the family genealogy. When you have time, you should tell your parents-in-law the children's names."
The village chief helped the woman up, pleased with Jiang's courteous manners, and couldn't help but offer a few more words of advice.
"Okay, thank you for your guidance."
Jiang Yue agreed and sat down again. She discussed with the village chief that it would take about seven days to process the medicinal herbs after they were collected, and about eight or nine days later, she would be able to pay back the rent owed to the clan.
"No problem, we can wait three months. Besides, just go for it these next few days. I'll find you two reliable workers. Tomorrow you'll tell them how to do it. Ten copper coins a day for each of them, that'll be enough!"
The village chief shook his head. "Seven or eight days, or even eight or nine days, what's so difficult about that!"
The fact that Jiang sold the medicinal herbs proved that what he said was true. Next, he will persuade the villagers to cultivate the land on their own land and plant the medicinal herbs!
Having settled her two concerns, Jiang Yue gulped down the honey water, not daring to waste a single drop of Aunt Qin's kindness.
Before leaving, Aunt Qin picked another basket of vegetables for her. Now she wouldn't have to worry about vegetables for the next two or three days...
Jiang Yue carried a basket home first, and after putting down her things, she went to the old house without stopping.
First, I told my parents-in-law that all three children in the family had changed their formal names.
Secondly, she told them that the medicinal herbs she planted on the clan's land had begun to be harvested.
As for the medicinal herbs in the fields of their old house, don't rush, there are still three months left, and in another three months, they can be harvested!
"Hey, do you need help collecting medicinal herbs tomorrow?"
Grandpa Wu rubbed his hands together. Don't misunderstand, he wasn't being reserved; his hands were just red and very itchy after washing them with kudzu root powder.
"No need, Dad. I'll find Uncle Village Chief and have him hire two laborers. Each of them will earn ten copper coins a day, and they'll finish the job in one day."
Jiang Yue noticed that half of the people in the old house had red hands, realizing that some people would experience redness and itching when they came into contact with kudzu root extract, while others would not react.
No matter what, these are her family and relatives; we can't just stand by and watch.
"Dad, I just remembered we have two boxes of ointment at home, for relieving itching. I'll have Qingshan bring them over later."
"Ugh, this is so itchy!"
Grandpa Wu didn't care about being polite anymore; his hands were really itchy, and he was afraid of scratching them raw!
Jiang Yue didn't dare to delay and rushed home as soon as she finished speaking.
After returning home, she immediately went into the bathroom, pretending to squat, but actually using her points to redeem anti-allergy and anti-itch ointments.
This time she was smarter and used very few points to exchange for a batch of ordinary-looking small porcelain bottles.
After squeezing the ointment into the container and packaging it, I called Qingshan over and asked him to deliver the ointment to the old house.
"Mom, what is this? It smells so good."
Da Niu, also known as Qingshan, wasn't used to his new name and it took his mother several calls before he realized it.
"The ointment, made by Mom, you take it to the old house. Your grandpa and the others are having an allergic reaction to the kudzu root powder; their hands are incredibly itchy."
Jiang Yue gave a brief explanation, and then gave Qingshan several more bottles, saying:
"Here, if you get mosquito bites, just rub some on it and it will be fine. Remember to give one bottle to Qingsong, and you can give the rest to whoever you want."
"Okay, Mom~"
Qingshan realized what his mother meant and immediately ran away from home...
Jiang Yue gazed sadly at the sky at a 45-degree angle, deeply understanding the meaning of that phrase—
A grown son is no longer under his mother's control!
Sigh~
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