You are unlucky and I am tough

As the sun sets, Mr. Lu and Lu Yinyin prepare to go back.

In addition to dried bamboo shoots and dried mushrooms, Cheng Shuang also brought a basket of soaps, including laundry soap, shampoo soap, and soaps of different scents.

Mr. Lu knew that these soaps cost several hundred coins outside and wanted to pay, but Cheng Shuang refused.

The last time Lu Yinyin came, she brought a lot of things, including food, cloth, and tea. There were several boxes of tea that the Lu family sold for dozens of taels each. What she had was nothing compared to that.

The father and daughter got on the carriage separately. Lu Yinyin stuck her head out again and told Wei Xinyi to take good care of the baby rabbits and she would come to see them later.

Wei Xinyi patted her chest and promised that she would take care of them personally every day.

When Cheng Shuang saw this, she knew that this nest of rabbits could not move again.

But it’s okay, there are two more female rabbits about to give birth, so this litter will be left for Wei Xinyi to raise.

Lu Yinyin was reluctant to leave. After giving her instructions, she suddenly thought of something and looked at Wei Nanxing, "Um... Wei Nanxing, I think the gaps in the bunny hut are a bit big. Can you put a piece of cloth around it to block the wind? They are so small, it will be cold at night, don't let them get frozen."

Wei Nanxing was standing farther away. He took two steps forward and nodded, "Okay, I'll get it done in a minute."

"Why are you so nagging? Let's go. If you go back too late, your mother will be worried." From another carriage, Mr. Lu leaned out and urged.

The two carriages gradually drove away, and the guests from the old scholar's side also said goodbye one after another. Before leaving, a group of scholars led by Zheng Tu came to the door of the Wei family together, wanting to see Wei Qinglang.

When the gate was knocked, Wei Qinglang guessed who might be outside, because he had been with Prefect Zhu throughout the entire banquet, and the guests' overt and covert gazes were almost staring him through the hole.

After taking a look through the crack in the door, Wei Qinglang saw that it was Zheng Tu. He quickly pulled Cheng Shuang into the room.

Zheng Tu introduced himself at the banquet. He was the only son of a sixth-rank Tongzhi. Tongzhi was the deputy of the prefect. His daily duties were to assist the prefect in hearing cases, reviewing judicial documents, and supervising judicial justice.

And assist in managing local financial and tax affairs, collaborate with local military officials, and maintain local stability.

It is said that this Tongzhi Zheng has a bad temper, especially in judicial decisions and interrogations. Compared with the kindness and friendliness of the prefect, the people say that the Tongzhi is cold-hearted and decisive in his actions, especially in interrogations, which can be described as iron-blooded.

Precisely because of their huge differences in personality, the two adults often have different political views.

Wei Qinglang felt that since the two people were not in harmony, he should not have any contact with either side, so as not to get involved in any official struggle.

Cheng Shuang, who was pulled into the house, asked curiously, "People outside are looking for you. Why did you pull me in? Let me go and get rid of them."

Wei Qinglang pinched her cheeks with one hand and shook her head gently, "You... are not allowed to go."

"why?"

"That Mr. Zheng has peach blossom eyes, and one can tell he's romantic and amorous."

"No matter how romantic and amorous he is, can he still be attracted to a married woman like me?"

Wei Qinglang frowned, "When you met him today, didn't you notice that the way he looked at you was wrong?"

"Why do I smell a sour smell in this room?" Cheng Shuang pushed his hand away, smiled and fanned her nose with her palm.

"You can insult me ​​however you like, but you are not allowed to leave."

"If you don't want to go, then don't go." Cheng Shuang snorted and turned to walk into the room. "I haven't asked you yet, have you finished the matter with my aunt?"

"You only want to ask about my aunt, don't you have anything else to ask?"

"What do you mean by 'other'?" Cheng Shuang asked knowingly.

Wei Qinglang approached, forcing her to retreat, her waist resting on the desk. "Cheng Jinxiu said you scolded her and pushed her down. What did she say to make you so angry?"

"What, are you feeling distressed?"

Cheng Shuang leaned back on the table and looked up at him. "She ran back crying. It turned out she was looking for you. She looked so pitiful. You wouldn't be so heartbroken that you would really split up the soap business, would you?"

"Are you deliberately slandering me?" Wei Qinglang moved closer.

"Do you dare to say that she didn't cry to you?"

"Yes, I said something nasty to her. She probably hates me so much that she won't want to see me again."

"Tsk tsk, love turns to hate." Cheng Shuang shook her head. She was actually in a good mood but still had a bad mouth.

Seeing that her eyes were clear and smiling, Wei Qinglang lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips.

After a brief contact, they slowly separated.

Cheng Shuang stared at him for a moment, not angry. She just raised her hand and touched her lips, "Have you been drinking?"

Wei Qinglang nodded gently, "Yeah... I had a few drinks at the banquet."

That was just a test, Cheng Shuang did not refuse, he lowered his head and approached again.

"No." Cheng Shuang turned her face away gently.

"Why not?" Wei Qinglang's voice became tense.

"No, it's just not possible." Cheng Shuang reached out and pushed the person away. "I don't like you smelling of alcohol."

Then he ducked down, squeezed out from the side, and ran away.

Wei Qinglang stretched out his hand to grab it but failed. Looking at his empty hand, he pinched his brows with a wry smile.

He suspected that Cheng Shuang did it on purpose, but whether she did or not, what could he do to her if she didn't want to?

Wei Nanxing opened the door and lied to the people outside, saying that Wei Qinglang was drunk and had gone to bed, and sent them away with a few words.

Zheng Tu felt a little regretful. The scholar traveling with him suggested that they could come back another day so that they could continue discussing the questions for the college entrance examination with Zhao Xiuwen.

After these people left, the banquet at the old scholar's place came to an end, leaving only the threshing ground, which became more and more lively as it darkened.

By the time the last group of villagers arrived at their table, a bonfire had already been lit on the ground. Zhao Xiuwen and several other guests at the banquet were almost all drunk by the enthusiastic villagers, and the party lasted until very late.

After Cheng Guqiu finished his work at the old scholar's house, he went to help at the threshing ground. In the evening, he received five taels of silver as wages, along with a basket of eggs. He said it was given by the head of the village as a thank you to Cheng Shuang for helping them make a roasted whole lamb.

There were probably forty or fifty eggs in a basket. Cheng Shuang put them in the cupboard and said that she would make preserved eggs with them after collecting the duck eggs.

It started raining again at night, and before the mess at the threshing ground had been cleaned up, a drizzle started falling.

The villagers were quite optimistic. They said that it started raining right after the banquet, and that God had specially made the day sunny for them to have the banquet. Many people came out to help clean up.

However, this time the rain did not last long and stopped the next morning.

Wei Qinglang went to the city and signed a contract with Xie Zhiyou, and then went to the construction site together to supervise the work. The first thing the hired team of craftsmen did was to demolish the house. They first demolished the abandoned house on the ground, and then laid the foundation and covered it with a layer of stone foundation.

Wei Qinglang drew a plan of the site selection, chose the place to build the ice cellar, and communicated with the manager of the craftsman team to dig out the ice cellar passage first. He explained all the details and precautions in detail.

Seeing that he knew something about architecture, Xie Zhiyou handed over the matters here to him.

In the next few days, Wei Qinglang went out early and came back late, busy at the construction site.

Zheng Tu came to look for him once, but found him empty-handed. He then went to Cheng Caijun's house and stayed there for a while before leaving.

Zhao Xiuwen was almost the same. Today he had a banquet hosted by the prefect, tomorrow he had a banquet hosted by the school officials, and the day after tomorrow the provincial education commissioner had issued an invitation for a poetry competition. Every day he was dealing with all kinds of human relationships and responding to all kinds of people who came one after another.

Cheng Shuang was busy asking the workers to build a livestock breeding area in the mountains. She also went to see the progress of the road construction by Chang Guanshi. Building a bluestone road all the way to the top of the mountain was no small project. Even with many people, they were only halfway done.

Cheng Shuang did not go there to rush the progress. She made some suggestions, such as building a pavilion halfway up the mountain and planting some flowers, plants and trees on both sides of the road.

The construction of the village school also began. A piece of land was selected next to the ancestral hall. Instead of hiring a team of craftsmen from outside, each family in the village provided people, and the construction was led by those who knew how to build houses.

Being able to build a school in the village is a matter of great honor for the whole village. Knowing that the county magistrate has issued a written approval, the villagers feel proud, gather together the manpower, and start working in full swing.