Transformed into the control group, relying on the spiritual spring space to feed four children

Wen Yan also readily stated the purpose of this trip. She first talked about the facial cream part, briefly and quickly going over it. What she mainly wanted to discuss with Niu Cuihua was the ready-to-wear part.

Wen Yan spoke her mind in a dignified manner: "Because of the price of facial cream, most of the customers coming and going in the store must be wealthy people. The sales volume of these ready-made clothes depends on you, Cuihua. You can choose any fabric you want, as long as the clothes are good-looking and in line with the current trend. We take the custom route, which means we don't sell ready-made clothes. If you want this dress, you have to come and measure the size first, and then tell you her needs before we start making the clothes."

"The number one thing is that things are rare and valuable. As long as Cuihua's craftsmanship is up to par, you won't have to worry about customers."

Wen Yan was very confident in the facial cream she made. "But before that, you have to make two sets of clothes for me to see. Of course, I will pay for the materials. If you really come here in the future, I will take 40% of the profit, and the rest is yours."

Wen Yan's offer was very generous. Niu Cuihua was so excited that she couldn't wait to buy the materials and make it. "Then I'll buy the fabrics and make it when I come back from the market tomorrow. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

Wen Yan smiled and nodded, "Come and ask me to pay for the fabric."

After finishing her talk, Wen Yan did not want to stay any longer and got up and left. She was thinking about when to find someone to check whether her future partner's boyfriend was reliable.

Wen Yan had just left the Niu family when she saw Niu Wanli outside Xiuyuan Academy, not far from the Niu family. He was reading a book very seriously. He looked up in the direction of his home from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Until his eyes met Wen Yan's, his face quickly turned red, but he was still pretending to be calm.

Wen Yan thought it was funny and ignored him, just passing by him. Niu Wanli opened his mouth several times but didn't say anything to stop him. Finally, he mustered up the courage, caught up with Wen Yan in two or three steps, and stuffed a book into Wen Yan's hand.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you last time." Niu Wanli apologized with a red face, "I heard from Mr. Wen that you like the Book of Songs. I spent a long time to find this. Although I can't afford a rare copy, I copied it all down and gave it to you."

After saying that, he ran to the academy without waiting for Wen Yan's reaction.

"This child..." Wen Yan looked helplessly at the carefully framed booklet in her hand.

After he brought it back, he was seen by Wang He who was watching the children in the yard. She had been strolling around the academy recently and she knew at a glance that this was Niu Wanli's work.

Wang He couldn't help but say, "You don't know that when Niu Wanli just came back from Jingtai Academy, he thought highly of himself and studied at home every day without going anywhere. Niu Dasao wanted to take him to Xiuyuan Academy, but he said Xiuyuan Academy was just a small academy and going there would only delay him."

She laughed and said, "Later, Brother Niu came back and gave me a beating, and then I went to Xiuyuan College obediently. Even so, I was still not happy on the first day."

Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh, "This is really the character of their family."

"That's not all," Wang He laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter, and her laughter could be heard from far away. "When Niu Wanli smelled the food we made on his first day of school, he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed when he saw that we even had the same side dishes as Jinyulou. He had been holding it in for several days, and finally came here to buy something to eat. Wow, his eyes lit up."

"He also competed in poetry at Xiuyuan Academy, where he was best at writing. He lost. Do you know who he lost to?" Wang He said mysteriously, "He lost to Dong Ling! His expression was really cute and funny at that time."

Listening to Wang He telling her bit by bit about the interesting things that happened during this period, Wen Yan felt as if she had never been absent, and her heart was calmer than ever before.

While they were lying down and chatting, the second brother's letter came again. Recently, there was a letter almost every other day. But this time, Wen Yan was surprised to find that the letter mentioned that Qiao Mingzhi had also gone to the capital.

Wen Yan felt more relieved. Qiao Mingzhi's status and martial arts were a great guarantee for the safety of the second child. But she didn't expect that Qiao Mingzhi would care so much about his own daughter and arrive in the capital right after her.

After knowing that Wan Xiaqing became his disciple, Wen Yan also went to General Qiao's home once. At that time, she knew that he had difficulty walking, and was thinking about when to use the spiritual spring water to recuperate his body.

But he hasn't been able to get away since the New Year, and now both of them are outside. If General Qiao's leg can be cured, it will provide more protection.

That night, Wen Yan waited until everyone in the village was asleep, and then released the red bird. She left all the excuses to her family on the mountain, after all, such a big bird would be very eye-catching in her home.

Wen Yan took out a jar of wine from the space and put it into a water bag that was not easy to break. There was also a ginseng in the water bag. Wen Yan put the cork in tightly and said to Chi Niao, "Go quickly and come back quickly. Just send it to where the second brother lives."

The red bird rubbed Wen Yan affectionately, then spread its wings and flew away.

The red bird flew very fast and reached the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion in just one night, standing quietly at Wan Xiaqing's window.

Wan Xiaqing was half asleep early in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see two bird eyes. His mind became clear instantly. "It turned out to be Dahong... No, Dahong, why are you here?!"

The red bird opened its mouth and cried, as if it was making fun of her.

Wan Xiaqing noticed the water bag hanging on her chest, took it off and found that it was ginseng wine. The spicy smell rushed to Wan Xiaqing's head, "Why did mother give me wine for no reason?"

After a pause, she raised her fist and said, "Yesterday I wrote to say that Master was coming, and today Mother sent me some wine. She must be asking me to honor Master."

Wan Xiaqing has a special status and lives alone in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. Although he is not worried about anyone discovering Dahong, he still carefully puts it in his room.

In the morning, Wan Xiaqing followed Ye Qinghuai and sat in the corner of his study, reading the military book that Ye Qinghuai had arranged. If there was something he didn't understand, he would wait until Ye Qinghuai was free to ask.

Today, I saw her holding a water bag in her arms, and I couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Ye Qinghuai now eats and wears the finest items. The jade-inlaid hair crown on his head alone costs over a thousand taels, and his whole demeanor is extremely extraordinary.

But Wan Xiaqing acted as if he didn't care what he was wearing every day. The two of them would start to fight at any time. He would only feel that he was making progress if he left a few more footprints on his body every day.

Wan Xiaqing hadn't reacted yet. She was still lying on the table studying. Why did she have to study anywhere? She said weakly, "This is the ginseng wine my mother sent me. It should be for me to give to my master."

The things that Madam Wen gave away must not be ordinary items.

Ye Qinghuai's eyes lit up, he put down the file in his hand, and squatted in front of Wan Xiaqing, "What is ginseng wine? Is it delicious? Let me try it."

Wan Xiaqing quickly dodged, "You can't drink!"

"Let me have a taste. I haven't tasted Aunt Wen's cooking for a long time." Ye Qinghuai continued to reach out for it, drooling.

"Master! Master! Ye Qinghuai wants to steal the wine that mother gave you!" Just as he was about to succeed, Wan Xiaqing finally saw Qiao Mingzhi who came to pick her up for martial arts practice, "Master, save me!"

Even though Qiao Mingzhi had a lame leg, his body was surprisingly flexible. He picked up Wan Xiaqing and said with a glare, "You kid, this is my apprentice's filial piety to me, what are you stealing?"

Ye Qing touched his nose guiltily, "I haven't eaten Aunt Wen's cooking for a long time. I even miss it."

Qiao Mingzhi snorted coldly and took the water bag: "Then why don't you bring the wine bottle? I'll give you a drink today."

At this time, Qiao Mingzhi had not thought that such an ordinary pot of wine could actually restore his leg that had been lame for several years, nor did he think that he would be able to return to the battlefield one day.