The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

These words made the little girl's eyes well up with tears.

Tears welled up in his eyes and looked like they were about to fall at any moment.

Jiang Jinhe felt so distressed when he saw her crying like a tearful little girl, and quietly pulled her aside to comfort her.

"Chunhua, you have more important things to do at home. When you're done, I'll come back and give you a beautiful piece of jewelry."

Her voice was gentle and encouraging, like a warm current soothing Xiao Chunhua's wounded heart.

The little girl immediately became happy and glared at her mother fiercely, but that look was more mischievous and coquettish, and then she ran away with a smile.

The smiling faces in the sunshine are particularly bright, as if all the unhappiness has gone with the wind.

Looking at all this, Aunt Song could only shake her head and sigh.

There was a hint of pity in his helpless expression.

"You, just keep spoiling her like this! What will happen in the future? Who will dare to marry her?"

Although the words were harsh, the love in his eyes was clearly visible.

Jiang Jinhe smiled slightly.

Now this sister-in-law has changed and has some likable qualities.

This small change made her feel a lot better.

What's strange is that she, who has never had much patience with children, was actually attracted by Chunhua's cleverness.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Xiaocao and the others.

These kids are all pretty good, but they are a little too timid, which makes people feel like something is missing.

In comparison, she still prefers braver children, so that they can subdue naughty kids like Li Yue, and there will be less trouble at home.

The next morning, the Fang family sent a carriage as promised.

Jiang Jinhe and Song Wenqin got ready early and got into the carriage amid everyone's blessings.

They had a sumptuous lunch at a time-honored restaurant in Yuefeng County and learned that Fang Zhong had brought several members of the Fang family with him on this trip. Their main task was to transport the beans that were about to mature to the market for sale.

Since they were all old acquaintances, they had a very pleasant chat with each other and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After having a good meal and a drink, they set out on their journey to He County.

We took a horse carriage all the way, rested for one night at an inn, and arrived in He County in the evening of the next day.

Fang Ye was thoughtful and had already arranged for people to greet them at the city gate.

As soon as they arrived, they were taken to a nice local inn and the best room was reserved for them.

After a night, early the next morning, Jiang Jinhe went to see the beans with Fang Zhong.

It turned out that this batch of beans weighed more than 20,000 kilograms, and the quality was unexpectedly good, which surprised Jiang Jinhe very much.

"Fang Zhong, do you know where these beans are produced?"

Jiang Jinhe asked curiously.

"Miss Song, is there something wrong with the beans?"

Fang Zhong became nervous and asked hurriedly.

“No problem, these beans are very good.”

Jiang Jinhe looked at it carefully again.

The beans were large and round, with almost no bad or odd-shaped ones, making them very suitable for making tofu.

"I heard my father say he's worried about the unstable supply of beans. This batch looks quite good. If it's due to the origin, why don't we negotiate directly with the bean growers? Let them grow the beans, and you can buy them. That way, we can maintain a stable supply over the long term."

"Great! That's a great idea!"

Fang Zhong clapped his hands in admiration when he heard this, and immediately began to investigate the specific situation of this bean patch.

He learned that the land here is a mixture of clay and sand, which not only has good drainage but is also extremely fertile, making it particularly suitable for growing beans.

And if I use the high-quality seeds I brought with me, I can definitely grow better beans!

After receiving this good news, Jiang Jinhe immediately asked Fang Zhong to write a letter and sent someone back to Yuefeng to report as quickly as possible.

While waiting for the news, Jiang Jinhe did not let herself be idle. She dragged Song Wenqin to watch the red-crowned cranes dancing on the ice.

There were many people coming to watch the crane show that day, men and women came in groups, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Soon, after finding out the specific arrangements for the event, Fang Zhong ran back excitedly, "Miss Song, we really picked the right time. It just so happens that Master Li is holding the Winter Poetry Conference here. Cultural figures from all over the country have gathered together to enjoy the scenery and recite poetry. It's a wonderful scene."

Literati?

Jiang Jinhe's mind immediately flashed with a group of scholars wearing tall hats and wide robes with big sleeves. They held their heads high and walked with their heads swaying. They looked so funny that she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Jingjing, what are you laughing at?"

Song Wenqin looked at her with a sharp gaze, his eyes full of curiosity, "Do you want to see those talented people?"

"Where is it?"

Jiang Jinhe's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly waved her hands to explain, "I was thinking that those so-called literati must be weak and sickly, not as vigorous and energetic as you."

These words made Song Wenqin very happy. Although he did not respond directly, the upturned corners of his mouth revealed how good his mood was.

After a few people stepped onto the ice rink, they discovered that although it was formed naturally, it had obviously undergone a lot of artificial modification.

At least there are many stone pillars of various shapes and staggered stone forests scattered on the ice rink, which are obviously carefully arranged by humans.

In addition, there are specially set up viewing seating areas around the ice rink. A rough count shows that it can accommodate at least hundreds of spectators to watch performances or games.

In order to better watch the entire event process without being disturbed, Jiang Jinhe specially chose a place with a superior and very safe location to sit down, and also pulled Song Wenqin next to him to move there.

Not long after, Fang Zhong squeezed through the crowd and came to them, holding a small bag of fragrant roasted pine nuts that had just been baked.

"Miss Song, I just went to the front to inquire about the news. I heard that the performance is about to start. You should eat something of this while you have some free time to relieve your boredom."

As they were talking, the sparse crowd suddenly became lively.

More and more figures in white robes walked into the venue one after another.

Most of these people are big and strong men with round and plump cheeks. Even if there are one or two handsome men, they have thin faces and look malnourished. It is obvious that they are in poor physical condition due to studying hard all day.

However, what made Jiang Jinhe most dissatisfied and disgusted was the fans in these people's hands. It was like a standard feature and everyone held one in their hands, as if to show off their knowledge and status.

In the middle of winter, everyone held a folding fan in their hands, not to fan themselves nor for any other purpose, but just to wave it around, acting like a scholar, which seemed extremely artificial.

Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but find it funny to see these men who looked like scholars waving fans which were not appropriate in the cold winter.