The Leisurely Life of a Peasant Woman in the Tang Dynasty

In the light of the fire, the beads emitted a dazzling glow, illuminating Mr. Mo's calm face and the flash of...admiration in his eyes?

Tang Youyou's heart calmed down a little.

After a long time, Mr. Mo slowly spoke, "Good, very good." He finally opened the wooden box, took out the beads, and looked at them carefully.

Mrs. Lin also leaned over, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Just then, a loud shouting came from a distance.

"Stop! Don't run!" Constable Li's voice came from far away.

Immediately afterwards, Shopkeeper Hua and Waiter Niu rushed out panting, with looks of unwillingness and anger on their faces.

"Mr. Mo! This woman cheated! She stole my things!" Shopkeeper Hua pointed at Tang Youyou and shouted at the top of his lungs, "This bead should be mine!"

Niu Xiaoer also shouted: "That's right! She cheated! We saw it with our own eyes!"

Constable Li arrived shortly afterwards and bowed to Mr. Mo with an apologetic look on his face. "Mr. Mo, I'm truly sorry for disturbing you."

Mr. Mo glanced at Shopkeeper Hua and Niu Xiaoer indifferently, ignoring their shouting, and continued to examine the beads in his hand intently.

He held the bead to the firelight, carefully observing its texture and luster, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Mrs. Lin covered her lips with her hands and chuckled elegantly, and said to Tang Youyou, "Miss Tang, it seems that someone is jealous of your ability." There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Tang Youyou was uneasy. Although she had a clear conscience, she still felt a little uneasy in the face of Shopkeeper Hua's slander and Mr. Mo's silence.

She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, trying to stay calm.

Seeing that Mr. Mo ignored him, Shopkeeper Hua became even more angry and pointed at Tang Youyou and cursed: "You..."

Mr. Mo finally raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at Shopkeeper Hua, and slowly said, "Stop making noise." He put the beads back into the wooden box, took out an exquisite box from his arms and handed it to Tang Youyou, "This is a reward for you." Tang Youyou took the box with both hands, and her fingertips touched the warm jade, and the heavy stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

Mr. Mo ignored the clown-like performance of Shopkeeper Hua and Niu Xiaoer.

He examined the beads in his hand intently, as if nothing in the world could disturb his mind.

After confirming that everything was correct, a barely perceptible smile of satisfaction flashed across his lips.

He took out an exquisitely carved rosewood box from his wide sleeves and handed it to Tang Youyou, "This is a reward for you."

When Shopkeeper Hua saw this, his eyes instantly became bloodshot and he was burning with jealousy.

He suddenly broke free from Constable Li's obstruction and pounced on Tang Youyou like a mad dog, roaring, "Give me the box! It's mine!" Niu Xiaoer also shouted, trying to break through the crowd.

However, Mr. Mo just waved his hand lightly.

Two dark shadows appeared like ghosts and instantly restrained Hua Zhanggui and Niu Xiaoer.

Shopkeeper Hua was pinned to the ground, unable to move. His face flushed red, and he struggled desperately, swearing, "Let me go! Do you know who I am?! How dare you touch me?! I will sue you!" Niu Xiaoer was so scared that his face turned pale and he kept begging for mercy.

The crowd of onlookers were whispering to each other. They had long been dissatisfied with the arrogance of Shopkeeper Hua, and now they saw him being humiliated, and they secretly cheered in their hearts.

Someone whispered, "Serves you right! You act like a tyrant all the time, but now you know how powerful you are!" "That's right, you don't even know where you are and you dare to act wild!"

Shopkeeper Hua listened to the discussions around him, feeling ashamed and angry, but unable to refute.

He watched Tang Youyou hold the box tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with resentment and resentment.

Mr. Mo's voice was as cold as ice. "How should I punish you for disturbing my pleasure?" His eyes fell on Shopkeeper Hua, with a hint of chilling pressure.

Shopkeeper Hua trembled all over, and a sense of fear arose from the bottom of his heart.

Mrs. Lin walked gracefully to Tang Youyou's side and said softly, "Miss Tang, why don't you open it and take a look? Mr. Mo's reward is not something that everyone has the opportunity to receive." There was a meaningful smile in her tone, but her eyes fell on the box in Tang Youyou's hand, flashing with curiosity.

Tang Youyou took a deep breath and slowly opened the box...

The box was opened, and inside lay quietly an ancient thread-bound book with yellowed pages emitting a faint scent of ink.

Next to the ancient books was a thick stack of silver bills, almost overflowing the edge of the box.

Tang Youyou was stunned. She originally thought that the reward was just some ordinary gold, silver and jewelry, but she didn't expect it to be such a precious ancient book and a large sum of money.

She was ecstatic, as this wealth was enough for her and her children to live a more comfortable life.

She hugged the box tightly, unable to suppress her inner excitement, and shook it proudly at Hua Zhanggui and Niu Xiaoer who were still pinned to the ground.

"See? This is the reward Mr. Mo gave me!" There was a hint of boasting in her tone, and her eyes were full of the joy of victory.

Shopkeeper Hua's eyes almost popped out. He couldn't believe that the treasure he had been pursuing so hard ended up in Tang Youyou's hands.

His filled with jealousy and resentment could only turn into helpless roars.

Niu Xiaoer was so frightened that he trembled with fear, regretting that he should not have believed the slander of Hua Zhanggui.

Tang Youyou turned to Mr. Mo and bowed deeply, "Thank you Mr. Mo for your trust and generosity. Youyou is grateful."

Mr. Mo looked at her, a hint of admiration in his eyes, "You completed the task, this is what you deserve. This ancient book records some lost skills, which may be useful to you. As for this money, just consider it as your settling-in allowance." His voice was low and magnetic, with an irresistible power.

Mrs. Lin smiled gracefully, with a meaningful glint in her eyes.

"Miss Tang, congratulations. It seems that your fate with Mr. Mo has just begun."

Tang Youyou was slightly stunned, and a hint of doubt arose in her heart.

What does Mrs. Lin mean?

Is this just the end of a mission, not a new beginning?

She raised her head and looked at Mr. Mo, only to see him looking meaningfully into the distance, as if thinking about something.

"Miss Tang," Mr. Mo suddenly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of mystery, "Are you willing..." He paused, his eyes falling on the ancient book in Tang Youyou's hand, "Help me complete the next task?"

Tang Youyou held the heavy box, feeling mixed emotions.

Mr. Mo's new task was like a stone, causing ripples in her peaceful life.

She looked at Mr. Mo and said firmly, "I will do my best to follow Mr. Mo's instructions."

Madam Lin smiled softly, her eyes flickering as she covered her lips with her hands. "It seems we will meet again soon."

Constable Li escorted the dejected Shopkeeper Hua and Niu Xiaoer past Tang Youyou. Shopkeeper Hua glared at her fiercely, his eyes full of resentment and resentment.

Tang Youyou didn't care and just smiled faintly.

When they got home, the three children surrounded them happily.

"Mom, you're back!" Tang Wan sensibly took the box from Tang Youyou's hand, while Tang Jin and Tang Xiaoya peeked in curiously.

Tang Youyou opened the box, took out the banknotes, and said to the children with a smile: "Mom made a lot of money today, and our family will have a better life in the future!" The children cheered, and Tang Youyou's heart was filled with warmth.

Late at night, Tang Youyou was alone in the study, reading the ancient book.

The pages were yellowed and the font was ancient, recording many skills she had never heard of.

She studied it carefully and gradually had new ideas in her mind.

What else can we do with this unexpected money besides improving our lives?

Tang Youyou's gaze fell on the ancient book, and an idea gradually became clear in her mind.

She thought of the talented but struggling artists she had met, such as Wu Huazi and Zheng Shizu.

Wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing if we could use this money to support them and allow them to concentrate on their creation?

She picked up a pen and wrote the words "Art Funding Program" on the paper.

The first step is to visit Wu Huazi and Zheng Shizu to see if they are willing to accept her funding... Tang Youyou put down her pen, her eyes fell on the deep night sky outside the window, and she murmured, "Let's start tomorrow..." She stood up and walked to the window, pushed it open, and a breeze blew in, carrying a faint scent of osmanthus.

In the distance, the sound of a few drums came, making the night even quieter.

Tang Youyou looked into the distance with a firm look in her eyes.

"Knock knock..." A knock on the door broke the silence.