The general kneels on the washboard again

Time flies and it is the end of June, but the heat in the air still hasn't dissipated.

The industries in Qingshi Town and Nanshan Village are on the right track, but the spice garden is still idle.

It is not easy to ask the uncles, aunts and sisters in the village to climb up and down the trees.

Zhao Xiaoming was also anxious like an ant on a hot pot: "Yue Niang, it's all my fault for not judging people well and delaying your business."

Yue Niang already had an idea in her mind and didn't want to let Zhao Xiaoming off so easily, so she kept refusing to let him off.

"Yes, it's all your fault. The business is delayed now, but it's not entirely because you don't know people well, it's more because you don't manage it well. If you were more careful, you wouldn't be in this situation now."

Zhao Xiaoming wanted to cry but had no tears: "I really know I was wrong, so what should I do now?"

Seeing his sincere repentance, Yue Niang said, "Then wait in the spice garden later. Someone will be there."

Zhao Xiaoming was confused: "Who? Are you still going to use those bastards?"

Yue Niang shook her head: "No, No, No. There are many students in the girls' school who want to supplement their family income. Don't worry, just treat them well."

Zhao Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's resolved. I can finally put the stone in my heart down."

Seeing him like this, Yue Niang gave him a warning: "But I have to warn you, if something like this happens again, I won't let you watch it anymore."

Zhao Xiaoming's tone was filled with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Erya's sister's tea factory also caused trouble, why do you only care about hitting me hard?"

Seeing his expression, Yue Niang also slowed down her tone. "Sister Erya is still busy with the fish pond and delivering goods. The tea factory is ultimately managed by the village chief and Aunt Fang, but you are the one who is keeping an eye on the spice garden the whole time."

"Okay, I get it. I'll definitely be fully focused this time." Zhao Xiaoming has been a little listless lately.

Yue Niang was very sensitive and noticed: "Brother Xiao Ming, have you been worried about anything recently?"

Zhao Xiaoming lowered his head and said, "Alas, my father has been ill these days, and I really can't spare any time."

"What's the disease?"

Zhao Xiaoming said, "The doctor couldn't explain it either. He just said it remains to be seen."

"What are the symptoms?"

Zhao Xiaoming continued to explain everything in detail: "I have a cough and a fever, but it's not just a common cold. Now I'm lying in bed and can't get up. I have no feeling in my limbs. Doctor Li has asked me to prepare for my funeral."

Yue Niang trusted Doctor Li, but seeing Zhao Xiaoming like this, she still felt a little sorry: "I'll write a letter to ask Uncle San. He must be near Yunzhou recently. Let him come and take a look."

Zhao Xiaoming's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? Thank you, Yue Niang."

Yue Niang comforted him, "Don't think too much. I'll give you a few days off. I have nothing to do these days anyway, so I'll just keep an eye on the spice garden."

Zhao Xiaoming runs faster than a rabbit.

Ruoyan came in worriedly: "Is Zhao Xiaoming okay?"

Yue Niang did not answer, but stared at her hands. Ruoyan realized belatedly that the tea had spilled all over her clothes.

Seeing her start to organize, Yue Niang said, "There's nothing to worry about now. I hope Third Uncle can find a way."

Ruoyan sighed and said, "Alas, you don't know, although Zhao Xiaoming looks lively and cheerful, he is actually more sensitive than anyone else. He hasn't had a good rest recently because of the spice garden. He has been lying on the tree every day.

Now that Second Uncle Zhao is ill, I'm afraid he'll blame himself for a long time."

Yue Niang looked at Ruoyan thinking about Zhao Xiaoming like this and smiled knowingly, which made Ruoyan feel uneasy.

Ruoyan put down the tea in her hand and went out to greet the guests.

In the hot summer, this spice garden is full of trees and is cool and comfortable.

Yue Niang had her legs resting on the table, while Jiang Yunxiao, who was as sticky as a sticky candy, was roasting a chicken he brought from Erya's yard. The aroma filled the entire forest.

The girls in the trees smelled it, poked their heads out, and stared eagerly.

Jiang Yunxiao covered the chicken to protect the food: "Don't look at it, this is roasted for Yue Niang, don't even think about it."

A group of people were drooling hungrily on the tree.

Just as Yue Niang was enjoying herself, Erya's voice came over: "Yue Niang, Yue Niang, where are you?"

Yue Niang closed her eyes and crossed her legs: "I'm here, Sister Erya."

Erya didn't come alone, she was accompanied by Li An, who had changed into casual clothes.

Yue Niang jumped up from her chair and greeted politely, "Brother Li An."

Li An had a polite smile on his face.

Erya asked, "Didn't you hear the big commotion in the town just now?"

Jiang Yunxiao curled his lips: "I heard it, but I didn't think too much about it. We often see each other in Lingzhou, so there is no need for such formalities."

These words made Erya blush.

Li An looked at Erya, his eyes almost soft and tender: "But Erya and I haven't seen each other for many years."

Yue Niang pretended to shake her hands. "Hey, I have goose bumps all over my body. Did you two come all this way up here just to feed us some sweet, affectionate dog food?"

Erya blushed again: "No, not at all." Then she ran away.

As the sun was setting, Yue Niang finally called out to everyone, "Okay, let's stop here for today. Come and weigh yourself, and we're going down the mountain."

After finishing this, Yue Niang saw that the roast chicken that Jiang Yunxiao had said he would give her had been eaten by the two of them until only the bones were left.

Yue Niang had been rolling her eyes more and more recently. After a bit of playfulness, she said to the two of them, "Come to my courtyard for dinner tonight. I'll cook for you myself."

After returning to Nanshan Village, it was still light outside, so Yue Niang went to Erya's house again and asked for some vegetables.

Dongzhu and Zhulan stayed at home to clean and were waiting at the door.

Seeing Yue Niang coming back, the two of them also skillfully went over to take the things in Yue Niang's hands: "Miss, you are finally back."

The two of them took the ingredients and went to the kitchen. Yue Niang followed them and rolled up her sleeves to wash the pot.

Zhulan was a little flattered: "Miss, Dongzhu and I can handle this kind of thing, you can go and rest."

Yue Niang looked at Dong Zhu who was working hard and said in a sweet voice, "I've done a lot of this kind of work in Lingzhou. You can just help me."

Zhulan then gave up and started helping out at the side. This master was very different from the previous ones.

Soon, all the guests in the yard arrived. Dongzhu and Zhulan came out of the kitchen carrying plate after plate of delicacies and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

It is the end of the month, and the moon tonight is just a crescent, but the artistic conception is quite nice.

Yue Niang came out of the kitchen carrying the last dish, and everyone was already sitting around in an orderly manner.

Dongzhu and Zhulan stood quietly by, dragging their teacups.

Yue Niang walked over and took the things from the two of them, then pointed to two seats nearby and said, "Where are you going to sit?"

Then he said to the darkness, "Lian Xing, the rest of you come out too."

Several people emerged from the darkness with a whoosh.

Yue Niang looked at Zhu Lan, whose face was gloomy, and threatened, "Lian Xing and his men have killed countless people. If Lingzhou knew about this, I can't guarantee that your head would still be securely on your neck tomorrow."

Zhulan was so frightened that she dropped her chopsticks several times, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't pick them up: "I understand, Miss."

Then Yue Niang said, "Everyone here today is family. Don't be shy. This banquet is to welcome our number one scholar."

When Zhulan heard the word "one of our own", she hesitated again.