Starting from a thatched cottage, the farmer embarked on the road to wealth through imperial examina

After a night of wind and rain, the morning sunshine arrived as promised.

In a daze, Ye Changyan felt the familiar sour feeling, and he felt like he was possessed by a ghost again.

I felt like a giant koala was holding me, and my right arm and leg were numb from being held.

Ye Changyan slowly opened his eyes and saw a bunch of thick black hair. This scene seemed somewhat familiar. That's right, Liang Jingcheng was resting his head on his right arm, curled up in his armpit like a kitten, and sleeping soundly.

Liang Jingcheng's right arm was still firmly wrapped around his chest, and his right leg was firmly locked around his right leg.

Ye Changyan couldn't help but take several deep breaths before he tried to turn sideways, and a slippery touch came from his chest and abdomen.

Ye Changyan stretched out his left hand and pinched Liang Jingcheng's tall nose. He felt that the other party took several deep breaths and was unable to breathe fresh air smoothly.

The right hand that was wrapped around Ye Changyan's chest and abdomen stroked across his chest. The silky touch made Ye Changyan feel a tingling sensation on his back.

Liang Jingcheng withdrew his right hand and stretched it straight to his nose, where he was having difficulty breathing. He scratched it a few times, but Ye Changyan had no intention of letting go.

Perhaps because he had been holding it in for too long, Liang Jingcheng finally opened his mouth, and his eyes slowly opened as well.

Seeing Ye Changyan's resentful look, Liang Jingcheng was startled and lost all sleepiness.

"Ye Xiaoqi, why are you staring at me like that? It's so creepy!"

"Liang Nineteen, you are actually the first to complain. My entire right side of my body is numb!"

Liang Jingcheng then realized that he was curled up in Ye Changyan's arms, with his head resting on his arms and his legs resting on his legs.

Liang Jingcheng smiled awkwardly and moved away somewhat embarrassedly.

"Calm down, I'll give you a pinch."

Liang Jingcheng turned sideways with a flattering look on his face, stretched out his hands, grabbed Ye Changyan's arm, and actually pinched Ye Changyan.

With Liang Jingcheng's even force, Ye Changyan gradually regained consciousness.

"Is it time to calm down?"

Seeing Ye Changyan's eyes slightly closed with a look of enjoyment on his face, Liang Jingcheng asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Lu Tingfeng's voice.

"Young Master, Young Master Ye, the master asked you to get up and have breakfast."

The two of them froze for a moment, but as soon as Lu Tingfeng finished speaking, they heard his footsteps leaving.

Both of them blushed a little, then they quickly stood up, put on their clothes quickly, and left the room one after another.

Mr. Cai sat at the table, looking at the two students with a smile like Maitreya Buddha.

"Young man, go to bed early and get up early. After getting up, stretch your muscles and bones, and you will be in good spirits all day long!"

"That's what the teacher taught me!"

Ye Changyan and Liang Jingcheng said almost in unison.

I saw a basket of steamed buns, a basket of dumplings, and a bowl of porridge on the table.

Ye Changyan then remembered the kimchi he had made last night. He greeted Mr. Cai and went straight to the kitchen.

Soon, Ye Changyan came out with a plate of pickled radish.

"Teacher, please try this."

Seeing Liang Jingcheng eating a steamed bun, Ye Changyan greeted Mr. Cai and sat down.

"Mm, sour, sweet, refreshing and crispy. It tastes delicious even to my teeth. Jingcheng, you should also try Sanlang's cooking!"

During the meal, Ye Changyan mentioned to Mr. Cai that his family was planning to build a yard and invited Mr. Cai to move in there when the time came.

When he learned that Liang Jingcheng had supported with forty taels of gold, Mr. Cai also planned to support a little, but was decisively rejected by Ye Changyan. Mr. Cai did not insist any further and happily accepted Ye Changyan's invitation.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh. After dinner, Mr. Cai went to the garden to bask in the sun.

Liang Jingcheng planned to follow Ye Changyan to see how he could turn a penny worth of wintersweet flowers into something worth ten or even a hundred times its value.

The two brothers got on the carriage, and Lu Tingfeng also went along.

After arriving at the county town, the carriage drove straight to the coppersmith's shop, and Ye Changyan handed the drawing he had drawn last night to the coppersmith.

"Master, can this be used?"

The coppersmith, who looked somewhat burly, took the drawing and examined it carefully.

"I can hit you, but your thing is in such a weird shape, what good will it do?"

"It would be great if Master could beat it. I'll take this thing back for fun."

Hearing that Ye Changyan had no intention of elaborating, the coppersmith tactfully stopped asking.

"Materials and labor costs, a total of one ounce and two ounces of silver."

Ye Changyan took out the silver, handed it to the coppersmith, and asked.

"Master, when will it be ready?"

The coppersmith took the silver, weighed it, felt that the weight was about right, and replied readily.

"Today, I have only received your business. You can come and pick it up after noon."

The group took a carriage to the pharmacy and bought some patchouli. Then they went to the wine shop and bought two large jars of the highest-proof liquor.

When he arrived at the glass shop, the clerk recognized Ye Changyan at a glance and came forward to greet him enthusiastically.

Ye Changyan roughly described his needs to the waiter, and the waiter quickly brought out a large glass jar.

"Does this jar have a lid?" Ye Changyan asked the waiter.

"It can be equipped with a cork lid or a bamboo lid."

As he spoke, the waiter found two types of lids that could match the jar and showed them to Ye Changyan.

"Just this cork lid, it goes well with this jar, five in total."

The clerk looked embarrassed and said, "Sir, these jars are quite large and not easy to sell. There are only three in the shop."

"Okay, then take three first. Next time, talk to Zhu Wenlong and ask him to bring a few more. Also, bring me six of these straight-tube tanks."

As he spoke, Ye Changyan pointed to a straight glass jar with a capacity of about one liter on a shelf and said to the waiter.

"Good Le!"

"Tie it tightly."

Then the guy brought out two large jars, then took out the small straight-cylinder jar and tied it up carefully with a straw rope.

Lu Tingfeng came up and picked up two glass jars. Ye Changyan looked at Liang Jingcheng, and Liang Jingcheng also walked forward with a smile and picked up the big jar.

After paying the money, Ye Changyan took the two small straight-cylinder jars and drove away in his carriage with the waiter's enthusiastic farewell.

Near noon, the group arrived at Yunfeng Tower.

"It's my treat for lunch today, just order whatever you want."

Ye Changyan said generously, considering that Liang Jingcheng helped with the hard work.

"Master Ye, the boss is still in the city and hasn't come back yet. Is there anything you want me to tell you?"

When Quan Youfang saw Ye Changyan coming with two familiar-looking guests, he greeted them warmly.

"Uncle Quan, we are here to eat today. Bring the menu over and let him order. It's my treat."

"Okay, Mr. Ye."

After having a hearty meal at Yunfeng Tower, they came out at almost 9 o'clock, and the group took a carriage to the coppersmith shop.

In Shanglin Village, as lunchtime approached, a group of children ran down the mountain carrying backpacks and baskets.

None of them had any intention of going home for dinner, but ran straight to Ye’s farm.

In the yard, Erniu and Lian were cooking, while Wulang was sitting at the door of the main room, holding a book and reviewing it.

A group of children, led by Maodan, came to Yejia Village and heard Maodan, who was carrying a basket on his back, shouting at Wulang at the top of his voice.

"Wu Lang, where's brother San Lang?"