After eavesdropping on my thoughts, the cannon fodder family went crazy!

Chapter 342 Tea Sutra
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The tea garden is located halfway up the mountain. From a distance, the entire mountainside is covered with tender green. That green seems to be planted in her heart.

Mu Wanjin couldn't help but walked to the tea tree, picked a tea leaf, and crushed it on the tip of her nose. The familiar fragrance of tea came over her face, and she couldn't help but sigh, "Good tea!"

The tea farmer on the side patted his chest proudly, "Don't worry, young lady, we take care of these tea trees carefully on weekdays. This tea is all used for offering, and there will never be any mistakes."

Mu's family happened to bump into his father who had left home.

"Wan Jin?" Mu's father frowned.

Originally, Mrs. Mu wanted to just fake Mu Wanjin out, but Mu Wanjin didn't want to accept her fate, so she showed her talent in business, and Mu's father gradually began to pay attention to her daughter.

"Father, I just have something to tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu's father looked at the sky and interrupted, "We'll talk about it when we come back if there's anything else. I'll go to your cousin to discuss the tea scriptures first."

"Tea Sutra?"

"Well, your cousin married the prefect a few years ago. Now she is the only one who can help us explain to the Zhao family that there is no tea book in our family."

When Mu's father talked about the Tea Book, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened. If there was a Tea Book, how could the Mu family be what it is today.

After Mu Wanjin heard about this, she followed Mu's father to the magistrate's mansion.

The walls are high with red tiles, and in front of the two-person high red lacquered wooden door, two majestic stone lions squat, giving the impression of grandeur.

However, she and her father were led in through a remote door and waited in an old wing. The servant only said to wait a moment and then disappeared.

Finally, the shaky wooden door was pushed open.

A young woman with a mean face, dressed in silk scarf, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and slowly walked in.

Presumably, this is her cousin Han Xuanxiu, who seems to be a master who is not easy to mess with.

"I met my cousin."

Mu Wanjin stood up and saluted.

Han Xuanxiu glanced at the father and daughter with contempt and said bitterly, "Hey, what kind of wind brought people here today! A-Ling, go to the accountant and pay a few pieces of silver."

One tael of silver, how can you really treat them like beggars on the street!

Mu Wanjin's expression changed, and she was about to speak, but was stopped by Mu's father, who slowly explained his purpose.

But the contempt on Han Xuanxiu's lips became even more serious, "How can I, a woman, make the decision on this kind of thing? If you have the Tea Book, just hand it over. I'm afraid you are hiding the Tea Book and are unwilling to share this good thing with others." Everyone?"

"What the hell! We really don't have tea scriptures. Please help us explain this situation for your father's sake." Mu's father waved his hand quickly and said sincerely.

Han Xuanxiu snorted coldly, not believing it in her eyes. With the maid waiting on her side, she sat on the upper seat and spoke.

"Kneel down and beg me. Maybe I can be kind and show mercy."

Mu Wanjin was furious. In this world, there is no reason for an uncle to kneel to his niece!
"Han Xuanxiu, don't bully others too much! My family took good care of you back then. I have no regrets for you. How can you bear my father's kneeling!"

Just as she was about to help Mu's father leave, she saw Mu's father suddenly break away from her hand, and with a bang, he knelt down on the ground and begged, "Miss, there is no tea book at home. This time, it is not a last resort, nor is it possible." I will come to beg you and ask you to help me to intercede!”

"Dad!" Mu Wanjin exclaimed and hurriedly helped her father up, "We will find a way when we go home. What are you doing!" At this time, the maid came in with a tael of silver. Han Xuanxiu took the money bag with a smile and poured all the broken silver in it in front of the two of them with utmost contempt.

"Even if this money is repaid to you for the food and drink you gave me back then, don't say in the future that I don't care about the face of my relatives and have never helped those poor relatives."

"Han Xuanxiu!" Mu Wanjin said loudly.

Han Xuanxiu turned back contemptuously, and the sarcastic smile suddenly solidified at the corner of her mouth. She saw all the pieces of silver on the ground were thrown at her. At the same time, Mu Wanjin's disdainful voice sounded in her ears, "Han Xuanxiu, we don't care about your money, tea." We will resolve the matter on our own.”

"Madam, be careful!" The maid on the side hurriedly stepped forward to block him.

"Mu Wanjin, you bitch!" Han Xuanxiu roared angrily, her beautiful face extremely distorted. If possible, her eyes seemed to want to cut Mu Wanjin into pieces with a thousand knives.

Mu Wanjin on the side pulled Mu's father and quickly walked out of the door.

Mu's father sighed heavily. No one is willing to help now, and he has offended the Zhao family again. This year's tribute may be in vain!
"Father, don't worry, leave the confession to me."

Mu Wanjin comforted Mu's father.

"What can you do?" Mu's father obviously didn't believe her words, and even blamed her for her recklessness in his eyes, cutting off the last way.

"Father, if you don't believe it, just leave the confession to me this time." She had just opened the dimension, and people always come up with solutions!
In a pair of apricot eyes, brilliance flows.

Doors and windows.

Lu Zhiyan happened to be paying a visit to the prefect, but he didn't expect to see a good show. A trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. How could this woman be so confident? Can a woman in the class handle the confession with certainty?

"Son!"

In the distance, anxious calls came.

Lu Zhiyan collected the traces and left here, just in time to bump into the personal servant who came to look for someone.

"Sir, I have found you. The prefect is back. You should go see him quickly."

Lu Zhiyan slapped the folding fan and said, "Don't worry, send someone to find out for me about a family named Mu who has a daughter. Please tell me what she has done recently."

"Ah?" The boy scratched his head in surprise. Could it be that his young master fell in love with this girl?
He quickly caught up, "Master, wait for me!"

Lu Zhiyan was in a good mood, and there was wind under his feet. He soon arrived at the front hall. The magistrate quickly stood up and said enthusiastically, "Mr. Lang, you are a guest from afar, and you will not be welcomed from afar."

"No, this time I come, I still need to trouble the prefect. I hope the prefect will not despise this junior for causing trouble." Lu Zhiyan bowed, and his words were measured and natural. He could tell at a glance that he was not a mortal. Young Master.

"If you have anything to do, just ask. I will give you my full support." The magistrate pinched his beard, and a hint of calculation flashed across his face.

The day of offering.

Each tea farmer will bring their best tea leaves for inspection to determine whether they are qualified as tribute tea.

Mu Wanjin came to the teahouse early with her own tea. This time, she specially picked the tea from the space. As long as the tea examiner understands tea, she believes that it will definitely be selected as a tribute tea.

"The next family is the Mu family!"

It's her turn! Mu Wanjin stepped forward and started making tea. Her technique was skillful and her posture was elegant. The tea inspector nodded repeatedly.