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After pasting up the window flowers, the next thing to do is to paste up the red couplets. In the past, Xie Wanxing wrote the couplets at home, but now she obviously can't write them. Xie Songlin looked at the empty door frame, gritted his teeth and decided to do it himself.

Just when he mustered up the courage to show his skills, reinforcements arrived.

"Mr. Zhao! Happy New Year! I'm here to wish you a happy new year!"

Xie Songlin went out with a happy face to greet the carriage parked at the gate of the courtyard. His eager look made Mr. Zhao, who raised one foot to enter the door, feel puzzled. His originally steady pace stopped instantly, and he even wanted to pull his foot back.

Finally he stepped in.

"Happy New Year, Grandpa Zhao." Xie Wanxing came over to wish him a happy new year, and she also explained the reason why her father's face was so happy. "Dad was just worried about the couplets. Grandpa Zhao, you came at the perfect time."

After hearing what Xie Wanxing said, Mr. Zhao suddenly understood. He looked at Xie Songlin's expectant eyes and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, so that's how it is. Writing couplets is a piece of cake."

"That's great!" Xie Songlin led Mr. Zhao inside, gushing with gratitude. "Mr. Zhao, you're truly my savior. This New Year, I'd feel like something's missing if I didn't have a good couplet. You're a renowned calligrapher in Dajing. Your writing is truly powerful and expressive. I'd feel incredibly lucky to have a piece of your calligraphy!"

"...Is this yours?" Old Master Zhao looked at the thick stack of red paper on the table and suddenly wanted to turn around and leave.

"Let's get down to business first!" Mr. Zhao turned around and left without hesitation, his tone carrying a hint of urgency. He didn't forget to pull Xie Wanxing by the arm, "Axing, where is the meeting room? Take me there!"

Xie Wanxing led the way and fled with Old Man Zhao at the speed of light.

Xie Songlin only saw the backs of a large and a small person running away: "Mr. Zhao! Please write it first and then go!"

"I came here today to tell you good news." Mr. Zhao was leisurely, slowly picking up the teacup and taking a sip. After a moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face. "This tea is much better than the Pu'er tea you sell in your shop. You really should keep this good stuff for yourself."

Xie Songlin thought about the Pu'er tea cakes sold in his shop, which were the inferior ones in his collection. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he thought about it. He said sheepishly, "Haha, old man, if you like it, I'll give you a cake to take back later."

"Haha, great." Old Zhao nodded happily and added, "I've made some progress on the blueprint you gave me earlier. It's indeed quite complex, and ordinary craftsmen can't understand it. Besides, this is a serious matter, so I don't dare to openly recruit people."

Xie Wanxing was about to leave, but when she heard that it was related to the drawing she had drawn, she sat back on the stool and listened attentively. She also wanted to know the progress of the drawing.

Elder Zhao said slowly, "I asked one of my juniors to help find a few craftsmen. They said they could make it. They made a rough draft a couple of days ago. You mentioned earlier that you wanted your third brother to help make this thing. I'll send someone to pick him up after New Year's Eve."

Xie Songlin thought it was good news: "Okay, I'll tell him later and ask him to go right after New Year's Eve. It would be great if we can finish it before the summer harvest."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Based on this, I wonder if you can draw a machine for sowing and watering?" Old Master Zhao narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Songlin. "Songlin, tell me, who drew this blueprint?"

Xie Songlin's heart tightened when he heard this. He lowered his eyes, his thoughts swirling, and a conflicted look appeared on his face.

On the one hand, he knew that Mr. Zhao was trustworthy, but on the other, he was worried about Xie Wanxing's safety. After all, she was just a five-year-old who had just begun to learn, but she had drawn something so complicated. If this were to get out, it would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

In this era, a young child showing such amazing talent is likely to attract the attention of various forces. Some people may be amazed and admire, but there are also those with ulterior motives who will associate it with ghosts and gods, and may even bring danger to her. The more Xie Songlin thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He repeatedly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and finally shook his head: "Mr. Zhao, I really can't tell you this."

When Xie Songlin said this, Mr. Zhao showed a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Old Master Zhao sighed and said, "Well, since you have your difficulties, I won't force you. However, this blueprint is indeed exquisite. If there are more inventions like this, it will be a great thing for the people."

Xie Songlin felt a surge of emotion after hearing what Old Man Zhao said. He knew Old Man Zhao was thinking about the people, but he couldn't risk his daughter's safety. He was silent for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, Old Man Zhao. I'll convey your request. If I have new drawings, I'll give them to you as soon as possible. When the time is right, I'll tell you the truth."

Elder Zhao nodded slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Okay, Songlin, I believe you. If these machines can really replace farming, it will be a blessing for the people. By then, the imperial court will even be able to standardize grain prices, and there will no longer be high grain prices."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to that day too."

Mr. Zhao: "By the way, I have another matter to discuss, which is about the cafeteria."

"What happened to the cafeteria?"

"Mr. Li, who used to work in the academy's cafeteria, lost his mother, and he wanted to take her back to his hometown for burial. Plus, the cafeteria was really busy, and he felt overwhelmed, so he said goodbye to me two days ago."

"What Mr. Zhao means is..."

Elder Zhao confirmed his words and said bluntly, "Yes, I hope you will take over the cafeteria of Hanfeng Academy. I think the plan that Ah Xing came up with is very good. You also opened a cafeteria outside the school, which I think is great. Why not open a real cafeteria in the academy?"

Xie Songlin began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind. Taking over the college cafeteria was both an opportunity and faced many challenges.

On the one hand, it is indeed much more convenient to open a canteen directly in the college, and it can establish a closer connection with the college. On the other hand, the college’s requirements may be higher, and management will require more energy and manpower.

But this is indeed an opportunity worth trying, and he will do his best to meet this challenge.

After thinking for a moment, Xie Songlin said, "Mr. Zhao, thank you for the opportunity. I will accept this."