Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 67

"Okay. I agree."

Thinking of his newly pregnant daughter-in-law Qin, Mr. Zhao gritted his teeth and agreed to Wen Qian's request.

At the same time, I'm glad that I listened to my son's words and let the Qin family temporarily hide in the house of a familiar neighbor, otherwise...

"Okay, I'm waiting for the arrival of Mr. Zhao's family in Wenjia Village."

With a slight smile on Wen Qian's indifferent face, he bowed to Mr. Zhao, and stepped out of the private school briskly.

Once Mr. Zhao is left in Wenjia Village, Zhao Ming, the only son, will naturally follow him, and it won't be too late to discuss writing the storybook with him in detail.

On the way back, she saw a newly opened dim sum shop and touched the thick bank note in her bosom. This was the bonus money she had collected from Zhu Wengui at the book store.

Wen Qian entered the shop under the warm greeting of the waiter, and generously asked him to pack two copies of each pastry.

One was given to Mrs. Jiang and her two younger sisters, and the other was given to the old house.

I went to the book shop and bought four stacks of heavy and cheap jute paper, and planned to give each child who came to school a few pieces of jute paper to write on for free on the day of class in the village school.

As for why you don't buy medium off-white rice paper, but light yellow and white jute paper.

The reason is very simple. Although Wenjia Village is not poor, not every family can live a good life without worrying about food and clothing. There are also poor and rich, but they are a little richer than other villages.

Children from ordinary families use jute paper to write and practice calligraphy in private schools and schools, and even use jute paper to save paper.

Wen Qian also has an intention in doing this, that is to win the hearts of the children, and loyalty naturally starts with the baby.

I picked out a few more enlightenment books suitable for children to learn, from six to 12 years old.

Since she was carrying two large bags of snacks in her hand, Wen Qian asked the shopkeeper of the book store to give him a bamboo basket.

Seeing that Wen Qian bought a lot of things, the shopkeeper didn't bargain, so naturally he didn't spare a bamboo basket, and ordered the waiter to put all the things in the bamboo basket neatly.

After learning that Wen Qian is a scholar, he enthusiastically asked the waiter in the shop to help carry the bamboo basket, and sent Wen Qian to Zhenkou before returning.

Wen Qian looked at the back of Xiaoer going away, and sighed from the heart that the shopkeeper of this bookstore would take customers.

The same thing, the same price, but such considerate service is rare, she even took a look at the name of the bookstore "Heavenly Home Visitor".

The name is novel, the quality is cheap, and the service is good. She decided to come here to buy school supplies in the future.

Before waiting for a while, I saw an ox cart driving over. Just as Wen Qian was about to wave, the owner of the ox cart offered to be friendly: "Wen Xiucai, how about going back? We are on the same road, you get on the car, and I will take it for free." You go back to Wenjia Village."

Wen Qian looked at the honest young man in front of her, knowing why he was being polite and ingratiating to her, and asked with a smile, "Liu An? Where have you been?"

"Hehe, I'm going to deliver firewood to the Longyin Escort." Liu An smiled, jumped out of the ox cart, grabbed Wen Qian's back basket, and put it on the ox cart.

Thinking of my sister's paranoia and assertiveness, a good marriage ended hastily, but she couldn't let go of this gentle scholar.

Every once in a while, I came to Wenjia Village to meet him by chance, and even made up a good excuse, saying that I was going to pick herbs on the Bashan Mountain that no one had been to.

Unexpectedly, when I went home two days ago, I said that I met a good sister in Wenjia Village, a girl named Ma, and if it was late, I would rest at Ma's house.

No, he has been staying here for several days, and he is worried about what will happen to his sister, so if he meets this Wen Xiucai today, he has to ask carefully.

"Brother Liu, what are you thinking, why don't you drive?" Wen Qian got into the bullock cart and found that Liu An was staring at the front with blank eyes in a daze, so she couldn't help reminding him.

"Okay!" Liu An immediately came back to his senses when he heard this, and swung the whip in his hand to hit the cow.

The scalper was in pain, and with a kick of its vigorous hoof, it ran forward in an instant.

While driving the ox cart, Liu An looked back at the indifferent Wen Qian, with a somewhat hesitant look on his face.

Wen Qian, who was admiring the scenery on the roadside, noticed Liu An's gaze, saw the worry and anxiety on his face, and thought of Liu Jing on Bashan Mountain, her cold heart felt a little guilty after all.

If it wasn't for her appearance, Liu Jing would have been able to marry the original owner smoothly, right?
"Brother Liu, do you have anything to say?"

Liu An did not expect that Wen Qian would take the initiative to speak, and said with a moved face, "Wen Xiucai, I want to ask, do you know about my sister's situation in the Ma family? She said that there is a girl studying medicine in the Ma family and she wants to follow her." She apprenticed with a teacher to learn medical skills together, and she didn't let our family members visit, so I felt very uneasy."

Wen Qian thought about it, and said lightly: "She is very good. She has worshiped the same master as the girl from the Ma family. I think she is immersed in studying medicine, and she should go home after a while!"

Knowing that scholars do not lie, Liu An nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, thank you Wen Xiucai for telling me."

"You're welcome." After Wen Qian finished speaking, she responded with indifference as if she didn't want to care about others.

In fact, she was afraid that Liu An would ask her about the specific situation, and she really didn't know how to justify herself for Liu Jing.

From the bottom of my heart, Liu Jing, who was born as a peasant girl, has so many thoughts, and why she dares to stay with this person who is afraid of the poisonous old man who is feared by everyone in the rivers and lakes and the court without telling her family.

It's puzzling to think about!
Unable to figure it out, Wen Qian stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with her, because the original owner had a marriage with her, you can't kidnap her morality, at most let Huang Weibao take care of Liu's family more, and then ensure that Liu Jing's life will be smooth.

The bullock cart swayed on the stone road, and the sun was setting.

Liu An, who was driving an ox cart, stopped at the roadside at the entrance of the village, and said to Wen Qian with his eyes closed, "Wen Xiucai, Wen's Village is here."

Wen Qian opened her eyes, got out of the bullock cart with a basket on her back, and smiled faintly at Liu An: "Thank you, Brother Liu."

Liu An looked at the basket full of things on Wen Qian's back, and saw that he looked like a frail scholar, so he moved his lips: "Do you need me to carry the bamboo basket for you?"

"No, see you later." Wen Qian waved her hand and walked towards the village with a bamboo basket on her back.

The Wen family was originally the first family in the village, but within a quarter of an hour, she arrived at the door.

At this time, the sky was already dark.

Seeing that the door was closed tightly, Wen Qian stretched out her hand and pushed it, and the door opened.

Stepping into the courtyard, Wen Yu was sitting on the stone pier at the entrance of the kitchen, and Wen Qian's eyes lit up: "Brother, you're back!"

Wen Qian pursed her lips and smiled: "Ayu."

"Brother, you are back, did you bring me something delicious?"

Ruan Rou hugged the little fox, and leaned out half of her body from the door, her pair of bright and big eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, and the little dimples when she smiled were extremely pleasing.

"Greedy girl, you know how to miss delicious food, and you don't know how to ask your elder brother, are you thirsty when you come back from town?"

Jiang came out of the kitchen, and when passing by Wen Rou, she tapped her forehead lightly and saw Wen Qian in the middle of the yard carrying a basket of things.

Hastily walking in three steps at a time, stretched out his hand to support Wen Qian's pannier, and said in a hurry: "Agan, what did you buy? Is it heavy? Hurry up and give the pannier to carry."

Wen smiled and shook his head, avoiding Jiang's hand: "It's okay, I just bought some jute paper and snacks, it's not heavy! I'll carry them into the house first."

Looking at Wen Qian's back as she entered the room, Jiang covered her mouth and smiled. This stepson has always been thin-skinned, so she had to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

He didn't see the figure of the elder daughter, so he could only shout to the younger daughter who was holding the fox: "Ah Rou, go to the main room and light the oil lamp."

Touching the fox's tail gently, he said carelessly: "Mother, it's too late, my sister has already gone to the main room with the flint to light the oil lamp."

"You, why don't you hurry up and wash your hands, and then bring the food to the table in the main room, aren't you arguing that you are hungry? Now that your elder brother is back, you can eat."

Jiang stared at her little daughter with a stern face, picked up the wooden basin on the wooden stand, and scooped hot water into the small iron pot beside the stove.

Ruan Rou threw away the little fox in her hand in embarrassment, followed up, and said with a smile: "Mother, you are so kind, then use you to scoop hot water for me to wash my hands!"

"Go, go, what a beautiful idea!" Jiang cast a helpless glance at her little daughter, slapped her little hand away from receiving the basin, and explained: "This is for your elder brother to wash his hands, you can scoop the water yourself."

"Hmph! My mother is biased. Now that the elder brother lives at home, you only have the elder brother in your heart."

Blinking her eyes tenderly and depressed, she stretched out her hands to grab the edge of the tub again: "Don't go, send me to the main room!"

Jiang stared at the joyful look on her little daughter's face, and said with a smile: "Stinky girl, I think it's because you want to get close to your elder brother, that's right!"

(End of this chapter)