Chapter 95, Pointing Fingers
Xiao Yeyang's sudden visit brought huge changes to the Yan family.
First, Yan Zhigao was no longer so busy in the provincial government, and the funds for building the river embankment were approved a few days later. The officials in the government were no longer as hypocritical as before.
Secondly, Mrs. Li received a lot of invitations and visiting cards. Even Daohua received invitations from several young ladies from official families. However, she did not go to any of them and turned them all down.
By July, the watermelons in the farm were almost ripe and waiting to be sold, so she was very busy.
In the provincial capital, Mrs. Li bought a shop. At this moment, the shop has started to retail watermelons and the business is very hot.
There was no other way. The Yan family’s watermelons were big, juicy, sweet and red in flesh. Once they were cut and placed in front of the store, they attracted a large number of people.
It was also at this time that the Yan family truly witnessed Daohua's ability to make money, and no longer felt that her small farm was bought with the help of Old Lady Yan.
Songheyuan.
Daohua calculated and kept accounts in front of the old lady just like she did when she was in her hometown, and she used the abacus very smoothly.
Looking at her granddaughter, whose smile never ceased, Old Lady Yan smiled and shook her head, saying to Madam Li, "Look how happy this girl is. I never realized before that our Daohua is actually a money-lover."
Rice Flower raised her head and said, "That's because we used to have less expenses. The produce from our farmland was not only enough to cover our expenses, but we also had some left over. We lived a comfortable life, so naturally we didn't have to be so calculating."
"But now, our family has so many expenses and money is tight. Now that we have the money from selling watermelons, our family can live a better life. I am naturally happy."
Hearing this, Madam Li was very pleased. Her daughter was so young, yet she knew how to share her worries. Not only did she worry about her problems, she also helped her solve them directly.
In previous years, she had also been worried about money, and in the end she had to scrape together money and hold on by herself.
This year, her husband was promoted to the position of prefect. She knew that the family would be more stressed out in terms of money than before, and she was ready to shamelessly ask her elder and second brothers for help. Unexpectedly, her daughter's watermelon directly solved her urgent problem.
Mrs. Li looked at the rice flowers with curved eyebrows as they calculated their accounts with their heads down, and her heart softened.
This girl is so thoughtful.
"Mom, the watermelons in the state capital are selling so well that when my second uncle comes, the watermelons we take to the provincial capital won't be as many as we expected." Daohua suddenly said.
Madam Li smiled and said, "That's okay. Your second uncle just stopped by to see us this time. He can take as many watermelons as he can. The price in the provincial capital is definitely higher than in the state capital. He won't lose anything."
Daohua nodded. She had been worried that the watermelons would not be sold, so she asked her mother to write a letter and ask her eldest and second uncles to help find a solution. Now, her two uncles have taken over the matter, but she is out of stock. She feels very sorry.
"I won't sell the watermelons from my farm anymore. I'll keep some to give away, and my second uncle will take the rest away."
Mrs. Li had no objection: "Zhuangzi is yours, you can do whatever you want with it."
Old Lady Yan sat aside, eating the grapes sent by the farm, and said, "You have planted a lot of grapes on the farm. What are you going to do with them?"
Daohua: "There are too few grapes. I only planted some in the yard above the farm. I don't plan to sell them. We'll keep them for ourselves or give them away. Oh, and I also want to learn how to make wine."
Yan Zhigao happened to hear these words when he came in with Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Zhiqiang.
Yan Zhiyuan, relying on his status as an elder, said directly, "Daohua, you can't waste things casually. Listen to your second uncle. Grapes are precious. If you want to learn how to make wine, you should use something else."
Daohua shook her head and blurted out, "How can this be possible? I want to make wine, and there is no other substitute."
Being directly rejected by the younger generation, Yan Zhiyuan's face turned a little ugly: "You are just a little girl, how can you know what wine making is? You are totally wasting things."
Daohua was a little unhappy, but still said, "Second Uncle, it's because I don't understand that I need to learn. No one is born with all kinds of skills."
Seeing that his words were contradicted again, Yan Zhiyuan looked a little embarrassed.
Madam Li looked at Yan Zhiyuan and did not speak to ease the atmosphere. As a mother, she had not yet intervened in her daughter's farm affairs, but he, as an uncle, was not polite.
On the side, Yan Zhigao put down the tea bowl in his hand and said to Daohua, "Your second uncle is right. Didn't you say that you didn't plant many grapes? How about this? Don't learn to make wine this year. Plant more next year and then learn."
Wine is something that only princes and nobles can afford to drink. Is it so easy to make?
Moreover, he had the same idea as his second brother. He had only eaten a few grapes at the top scholar's banquet when he passed the imperial examination. Grapes were more precious than watermelons. It would be a waste to use them to learn how to make wine.
Daohua frowned slightly. She really didn't like the feeling of being told what to do. She was using what she grew herself and it didn't cause any trouble at home.
Old Lady Yan knew Daohua's personality very well. Just by frowning, she knew what she was thinking. She immediately scolded Yan Zhigao and his brother, "I don't need your things, so why are you bothering with them?"
Since the old lady had spoken, Yan Zhigao and his brother had no choice but to let the matter go.
At this time, a maid came to report that the master of the uncle's family had arrived.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Li's face lit up with joy, and Daohua quickly put down the abacus and stood up.
Old Madam Yan smiled and said, "We were just talking about it. What a coincidence that he has arrived. Boss, Boss's wife, why don't you go and greet him?"
Rice Flower: "Grandma, I'm going too."
Old Lady Yan waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead. You are the one who can help me."
Yan Zhigao stood up and followed the mother and daughter out. He had received a lot of help from the Li family over the years, so he had to go and welcome his second uncle.
After the family of three left, Yan Zhiyuan said happily, "Daohua is really close to the Li family."
Old Lady Yan glanced at him sideways and said, "That's because the Li family treats Daohua well. Daohua is a grateful person, so she naturally gets close to the Li family."
Yan Zhiyuan said embarrassedly, "Mom, you're being too indulgent with the rice flowers. You don't even know about grapes. They're rare in Xingzhou, especially the ones we grow. They're big, plump, juicy, and delicious. It's such a waste to use them to learn how to make wine."
Old Madam Yan said bluntly, "What do you mean by ours? That belongs to someone else's Daohua."
Yan Zhiyuan choked: "Look at what mother said, isn't Daohua a member of the Yan family?"
Old Madam Yan said calmly, "Second brother, put away those little thoughts of yours. Over the years, our family has never been divided. Your eldest brother and his wife have been supporting us in all matters big and small, and we have never let you down in the slightest. I'm putting this on the table today. Don't try to get involved in anything related to Daohua."
Yan Zhiyuan felt a little uncomfortable: "Mom, who do you think I am? Am I the kind of person who would care about my niece's things?"
Old Madam Yan snorted coldly, "You know that you and your wife are both very calculating. Now I don't bother to care about you two anymore. Remember, what is yours, I will not give up a cent even after I die. And what is not yours, don't worry about it."
Yan Zhiyuan looked a little embarrassed and kept silent.
Seeing this, Yan Zhiqiang hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "It's all my fault for not paying attention this year. When the rice flowers were growing grapes, I was busy with farm work. Next year, next year I will set aside a piece of land specifically for growing grapes. Then, we won't have a shortage of grapes to eat."
Yan Zhiyuan glanced at Yan Zhiqiang and was speechless.
Is this a question of whether there is enough to eat?
This is a problem because the younger generation, Daohua, does not take him, the elder, seriously.
(End of this chapter)
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