[My sister is asking for an exorbitant amount!]
Yun Yishu was also startled.
"Money, well, you can't take it with you when you're born, and you can't take it with you when you die..."
Yun Duoduo counted on her fingers, looking completely unconcerned.
Murong Qianceng pondered for a moment.
"Okay, sure."
Murong Qianceng's mouth was dry, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty.
Look how scared you are.
"Brother Murong, just give me an IOU."
Yun Duoduo turned her head to look at Murong Qingge with a smile.
The housekeeper quickly came over, prepared pen and ink, and wrote an IOU for Yun Duoduo.
"I would not have come to collect this million taels of gold unless I had no other choice."
Yun Duoduo waved the IOU in her hand.
She herself is wealthy, but she just can't stand the way this old man looks down on people, as if he himself is superior.
Murong Qianceng let out a long sigh of relief.
"Alright, I'm tired. You may all leave. I need to rest for a while."
Murong Qianceng waved his hand and closed his eyes.
The maid Cuiyu took the white jade medicine bowl handed in by the maid outside the door, blew on it to cool it down, and then fed it to the old man spoonful by spoonful.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Murong. We will not disturb you any longer at the manor. We will leave at noon today. Farewell."
The group bowed to the old man.
Yun Duoduo felt that after talking to him for a while, her own speech was also strange.
...
"As you can probably tell, my father is indeed a bit arrogant, haha."
After leaving the study, Murong Qingge touched his nose sheepishly and bowed slightly to the group to express his apology.
"A son shouldn't say that."
"But everyone in the village obeyed him without question, and most of his business partners also listened to him, which fostered his personality."
"Please forgive me if my words have been offensive."
Murong Qingge cupped his hands in greeting.
"Haha, no."
Yun Duoduo smiled, somewhat embarrassed but still polite.
"By the way, are you all here in Jiangnan to visit relatives and friends?" Murong Qingge asked curiously.
"Perhaps there is something I can help with; I'm quite familiar with this area."
"Actually, we wanted to see the silk from Jiangnan. To be honest, we are also in business, but it's all small-scale trading."
“The Jiangnan region does produce silk, but my family doesn’t do silk business, so I’m not very clear about the ins and outs.”
Murong Qingge paused for a moment, then continued, "However, you can go to Shengze South District and take a look. Many residents there are raising silkworms and reeling silk. Ask them; they should be able to give you some inspiration."
"Okay, thank you."
"The Murong family is in the jade business?" Yun Duoduo asked.
Murong Qingge nodded.
"Do you own a mine?"
"Minerals?" Murong Qingge scratched his head, puzzled.
"Never mind, forget I asked."
Yun Duoduo shook her head. If she owned a mine, she probably wouldn't be so low-key. She must be involved in the buying and selling of jade.
"Brother Murong, we will be departing at noon. Thank you for your hospitality."
Yun Yishu, Chu Dunshi, and others expressed their gratitude.
"Not at all, I should thank my sister for saving my life."
"Remember to write to me when you get back."
"Okay, of course. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, feel free to come to me."
"The letter can be sent to Wuyai Manor."
"This villa is relatively close to the other villas of the Murong family."
The official postal routes in Nanyang were centered on the capital and extended in all directions, covering border areas such as the border regions, the South China Sea, and the northern deserts. There were approximately 1,700 post stations throughout the country, and letters were delivered by both land and water.
...
At noon, under the bright sun, the group packed their luggage, bid farewell to Murong Qingge and Uncle Lao, and left Wuyai Manor.
Since Murong Qianceng was taking a nap, the group did not disturb her.
Upon arriving in Shengze, a gentle autumn breeze blew, leaves danced in the air, and clouds lifted the car curtains to reveal the simple houses lining both sides of the road.
The houses stand side by side, with gray-blue walls and gray-white roof tiles. There are either swallows' nests or dried fruit hanging on the eaves.
Smelling the smoke from the chimneys, watching people moving about, picking vegetables, fetching water, and preparing to cook, and listening to the conversations between neighbors, Yun Duoduo felt that the countryside was very pleasant.
"I see it's getting dark, let's go to my house first."
“This is Shengze now, and it’s not far from my home. If you don’t mind, you can stay at my place,” Ziwan suggested.
"Oh, that's great!"
Yun Duoduo happily hugged Liao Ziwan.
The original plan was to find an inn in the town center and then check out the surrounding markets. Staying at Ziwan's house would be the most convenient option.
"It's a good opportunity to visit your mother."
Chu Dunshi's eyes gleamed, and Ziwan blushed with embarrassment upon hearing this, lowering her head.
After spending these past few days together, Ziwan and Chu Dunshi have become increasingly in sync, and their affection for each other has deepened. Even outsiders can see that the two have feelings for one another.
Two guards rode horses one in front of the other, while Yun Yishu and the others sat in a carriage, heading towards the center of Shengze Town.
...
As dusk fell, the group arrived at Ziwan's house. At first, Ziwan's parents heard the sound of horses' hooves and voices outside the door. They saw an unfamiliar carriage and strangers in front of the door through the window, and a sense of worry arose in their hearts, and their eyes showed tension.
Later, when the curtain was lifted, Chu Dunshi was seen helping Ziwan down from the carriage. Upon seeing his daughter's face, he immediately showed a joyful expression, "Wan'er!"
"Oh, Wan'er is back!"
Ziwan's mother wiped her hands with her apron and came to greet her warmly, her face full of disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Ziwan, unable to react for a moment.
Ziwan's mother is of medium height, slightly plump, with fair skin, slightly squinting eyes, and a very kind appearance.
Her silver hair partially covered her head, and she wore a clean and tidy gray-white coarse cloth dress.
When she smiles, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes show the marks of time.
"That's great, Ziwan is back." She patted Liao Ziwan's head.
"Didn't Ziling come back with you?"
Ziwan's mother looked behind the crowd.
"Mother, Ziling is still in the capital preparing for the imperial examination."
"This journey has taken a long time; we can't afford to delay any longer!"
Ziwan glared at her mother angrily, but her eyes couldn't hide her joy as she hugged her mother tightly.
"Mother, let me introduce you. This is Young Master Yun, the owner of the painting studio in the capital, Shi Tou, A Xiang..."
"It was this painting studio that accepted Ziling's calligraphy and paintings, which allowed Ziling to focus wholeheartedly on preparing for the imperial examination at the inn."
After letting go of her mother, Ziwan pointed to her friends behind her and introduced them one by one.
"Oh! Okay, okay, welcome, welcome! Come in and have a seat."
"You must be tired after your journey. Come in and have a cup of tea; I'm preparing dinner!"
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