Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Move aside, move aside, don't block the way here," Yun'er shouted angrily.

These four families are rather unethical. They bought the grain, but they insisted on passing by the Meng family's gate.

If it were on the way, that would be fine, but the problem is that it's not on the way at all; this is clearly showing off.

Meng Qingge also looked angry, but she didn't show it like Yun'er did.

Hearing Yun'er's cries, the doorman wanted to come and help, but the caravans were like a galaxy, separating them.

"Can you hear me? This is the Meng residence, and we won't tolerate your wild behavior here." Yun'er raised her voice.

Judging from the number of carriages, there were at least several hundred, and it would take at least fifteen minutes to get through them all.

In other words, Meng Qingge would have to wait outside the door for an extra quarter of an hour.

She had already wasted a lot of time on buying grain, and now she had a lot of other things to do, so she didn't have time to waste on them.

"We're looking for the Meng family," said a burly man.

The man had a loud voice and a fierce expression, which startled Yun'er. Several gatekeepers opposite him also took a few steps back.

"Who sent you?" Rou'er asked angrily, mustering her courage.

"How can we say that? Our boss forbids us from saying it," the middle-aged man replied, his voice thick with local dialect.

"Are you from the Wu Kingdom?" Yun'er asked curiously.

She was Meng Qingge's personal maid, and had traveled all over the country with her. She had met some people from the Wu Kingdom and naturally knew the accent of the Wu Kingdom people.

A large number of Wu people appeared at the gate of the Meng residence, carrying grain, which inevitably aroused curiosity.

Upon recognizing his identity, the middle-aged man blushed slightly and quickly shut his mouth.

He waved his hand behind him, and another young man ran over with a big smile on his face.

“You tell her,” the middle-aged man gestured.

The young man nodded and said in perfect Mandarin, "We have been entrusted by our boss to deliver 10,000 shi of grain to Miss Meng."

"Miss, did you hear that? The young master from Wu Kingdom sent someone to deliver 10,000 shi of grain to you." Yun'er said excitedly, muttering to herself, "Unlike some people who just watch you have trouble and don't step in to help. I don't know if they can't help or if they simply don't care about you."

Meng Qingge was also somewhat surprised. These people were likely sent by the young master of the Wu Kingdom with whom she had been exchanging letters.

"I am Meng Qingge. Am I the person your young master is looking for?" Meng Qingge asked.

Within the vast Shuntian Prefecture, Miss Meng was not the only one.

Moreover, she had deliberately sent the other party a portrait of a face full of pockmarks last time, subtly expressing her intention to sever ties. The other party should not have sent her grain, especially an astonishing ten thousand shi (a unit of dry measure).

"Besides you, which other Miss Meng could receive my boss's attention?" The young man smiled slightly, revealing bright eyes and white teeth.

"Miss, please don't overthink it. It must be that young master from Wu Kingdom." Yun'er tugged at Meng Qingge's sleeve and pouted, "He's very easygoing and doesn't care about the portrait you sent, Miss."

“Ten thousand shi of grain is no small amount. I wonder what price your young master intends to offer me?” Meng Qingge continued to ask.

Price is always her biggest concern. If she doesn't care about the cost, she can buy grain. She can just pay five hundred coins.

However, as the Meng family's transaction volume continues to soar, they now need to pay 5,000 shi of grain, and she cannot afford to pay a high price for the grain.

Now that the other party has sent 10,000 shi (a unit of dry measure) at once, she is even more panicked.

"Price?" The young man tilted his head and replied hesitantly, "This is a gift from my boss, so naturally it's not worth any money."

"A gift? Ten thousand shi of grain were given to me directly?" Even Meng Qingge, who was usually calm, was speechless at this moment.

The price of grain has soared to 400 coins per dou. Even if it is sold at 200 coins per dou as Jia Zhenzhen advertised, 10,000 shi would still require 20,000 taels of silver.

How could the other party give her 20,000 taels of silver for no reason, just based on that portrait with a face full of pockmarks?

Meng Qingge hesitated for a moment, as she had every reason to suspect that this was the other party's betrothal gift.

"Young Miss, what are you still hesitating for? This grain can solve the Meng family's urgent problem." Yun'er stamped her feet anxiously.

"What else did your boss say?" Meng Qingge asked softly, her face slightly embarrassed.

This question caught the young man off guard, and his eyes glazed over.

"Did your boss say this counts as a bride price?" Yun'er saw through Meng Qingge's thoughts and asked directly.

"No," the young man replied firmly. "My boss only said one thing: deliver this grain to the Meng family in Shuntian Prefecture."

"Miss, you heard it too. They're not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress. You can rest assured," Yun'er said anxiously.

Just because something wasn't said explicitly doesn't mean it wasn't meant.

Meng Qingge had no relation to that young master, so why would he give her ten thousand shi of grain? Wasn't it just an expression of affection?

She didn't want to accept the other party's kindness, but she really couldn't buy food right now.

"Qingge will convert the money into silver at a rate of three hundred copper coins per dou, and return it to your boss once the funds are recovered," Meng Qingge replied firmly.

Even if she has to owe the other party a favor, she will try to minimize that favor.

The young man was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't say much, since his task was to deliver the food, which he had already accomplished.

With the combined efforts of dozens of servants, ten thousand bushels of grain were carried into the mansion in a continuous stream, taking a full half-day.

Looking at the piles of grain, Meng Qingge felt both happy and worried.

He was happy to have paid the taxes, but worried about how to explain it to Lin Ping.

Lin Ping is a jealous person; he can run away from home with just one letter.

Meng Qingge originally wanted to apologize to him in person after he calmed down a bit, but now that he had accepted 10,000 shi of grain from that young master of Wu Kingdom, he really couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

She wouldn't have taken a single grain if it weren't for the sake of the entire Meng family.

"Young Master Lin, I hope you can understand my predicament," Meng Qingge murmured softly.

This time, even if Lin Ping didn't ask, she was prepared to take the initiative to make the offer, so as not to become an obstacle in their hearts again.

Rou'er walked out of the house and asked with a bitter expression, "Miss, when do you plan to go see Young Master Lin?"

Upon hearing Lin Ping's name, Meng Qingge's body stiffened slightly. Instead of scolding Rou'er harshly, she replied coldly, "Let's wait until we're done with this busy period."

Indeed, Meng Qingge has been extremely busy since Lin Ping left.

They had to collect tax grain and also keep accurate accounts.

With such a large family business, she simply couldn't manage it all by herself.

However, Meng Qingchao and his associates harbored ulterior motives and were unwilling to relinquish power.

"Miss, if you knew Young Master Lin's true identity and how much he has done for you, would your attitude be different?" Rou'er murmured to herself as she watched Meng Qingge's departing figure.