Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

"Sister-in-law, this tastes better than the Thousand Mile Fragrance one." Mu Qin didn't care that it was hot and took a bite without waiting.

Seeing that her aunt had already eaten, Mu Yao wanted to take a bite too, but Wang Qing'er quickly stopped her: "Yao'er, it's hot, blow on it before you eat."

"Okay, Mother." Mu Yao obediently scooped up a wonton with a wooden spoon, blew on it, and then stuck out her little tongue to lick it. Only when it felt cool enough did she take a small bite.

"Mmm, Mother's cooking is so delicious."

"Eat more if you like it, there's more in the pot."

After eating several, Old Man Mu said, "I haven't had this stuff in years, it tastes really good."

"I'll make these often in the future, and it won't be a hassle if I can buy the wrappers." Wang Qing'er herself quite likes them, and next time she can make pork filling.

Actually, you can make dumplings too. You can roll out the dumpling wrappers yourself. Wonton wrappers are too thin, she definitely doesn't have that skill.

After dinner, Wang Qing'er returned to her room and drew some patterns. Since she was going to get a share of the profits, she needed to have a variety of clothing styles.

She would quickly sketch down any style that came to mind, regardless of the season.

As he was drawing, it became Hai Shi (9-11 PM). One of the men was already impatiently waiting. Although he was holding a book and reading, his eyes kept glancing at his wife.

Finally, he put down his book, walked over, and hugged Wang Qing'er from behind, saying, "Qing'er, I've heated the bath water several times. Can we skip painting today?"

"It'll be quick, you should go and rest."

Mu Nan didn't dare to keep urging her, worried that his wife would get angry, so he let her go and went back to reading his book.

After finishing the last stroke, Wang Qing'er looked at it carefully, nodded, and was quite satisfied with the painting.

She stretched and got up to go to the back. Mu Nan had already prepared a bath for her. She touched the water and found the temperature to be just right.

I was halfway through my shower when I heard it raining outside. It was quite loud, and there was also the sound of wind.

"Qing'er, are you done washing? The rain is getting heavier," Mu Nan called to her from outside.

"Oh, almost done, just wait for me outside." Wang Qing'er hurriedly finished washing and got dressed.

When she opened the door of the wooden house, she saw her husband standing in the corridor waiting for her.

"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden?" The two slipped into the room, and Mu Nan quickly closed the door.

"Your hair is wet, let me dry it for you." Mu Nan took a dry cloth and helped her dry her hair.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning startled Wang Qing'er, who hid in her husband's arms and clung to him tightly.

Are you afraid of lightning?

"A little, it's just too sudden. Is it going to thunder?" Wang Qing'er had just finished speaking when thunder rumbled, startling her so much that she hugged the person even tighter.

"Wife, I wish there was thunder and lightning."

"Why?"

"Because that way my wife will keep holding me," Mu Nan whispered in Wang Qing'er's ear.

"You're so annoying." Wang Qing'er hurriedly pushed him away, not caring that her hair wasn't dry yet, and went to bed to sleep.

She was praying that there would be no more thunder and lightning; she was genuinely terrified.

"Honey, since you can't sleep, let's do something else." Mu Nan turned off the light and got into bed, his hot body pressed tightly against his wife's.

"Who said I can't sleep? I'm tired and sleepy. Move away from me, it's hot." Wang Qing'er moved a little further in. She could already feel the change in the man's body. The man really was easily aroused.

"Qing'er."

"Okay, okay, just once."

Wang Qing'er had no choice but to agree.

Perhaps because neither of them had had enough fun that afternoon, Wang Qing'er took the initiative. But this initiative drove the man crazy; he didn't release her until well past midnight, and even...

"Mu Nan, are you crazy?" Wang Qing'er pushed the man away and cursed. She only called his name when she was angry.

"I'm sorry, honey, I couldn't control myself." He had forgotten about the contraception they had agreed on in his excitement, and now his wife was angry.

"Forget it, go to sleep, I'm so sleepy." Wang Qing'er yawned, turned over and went to sleep, too lazy to pay attention to him.

I figured I wouldn't get pregnant after only two attempts, since I'd tried so many times before and never conceived.

The next day, Mu Yan's family moved into their own courtyard, and Mu Yan personally cooked a housewarming feast.

Although the cooking skills weren't particularly outstanding, they were very dedicated, and both families enjoyed the meal immensely.

Wang Qing'er made a special trip to town to buy some practical things, and also sent a lot of fragrant soap and skin-softening cream over.

After moving, Mu Yan often visited the Mu family, while Wu Zihan rarely showed up, saying she stayed home embroidering and tidying up.

The others continued to work at the Mu family's house as before, especially Zitong, who ate and drank with Muqin and rarely went back home.

Mu Yan originally planned to go to the county town to propose marriage for her son after moving.

But Zihao told his mother to wait a little longer. He hadn't even spoken a few words to the girl, so how could he propose marriage so soon? He also wanted to tell Jingyi the truth about his family situation.

If she's still willing to propose after hearing this, it's not too late; if not, then forget it.

Wang Qing'er would send Zihao to the county town to deliver goods every two days. There was no need for him to go so often; she just wanted Zihao to spend more time with Jingyi.

But Wu Zihao, that silly goose, would just say hello each time, and after unloading the goods, he would turn the carriage around and leave.

Jingyi seemed a little anxious about him. While the two were unloading the goods, Jingyi secretly told Zihao, "Wait for me in the backyard after you finish unloading."

Wu Zihao's face flushed, and he agreed, "Okay." After unloading the goods, Wu Zihao parked the carriage in the alley behind the house. He hesitated for a long time in the carriage before finally getting off and entering the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a figure sitting at the stone table.

He walked over and said, "Miss Jingyi, is there something you need?"

"Wu Zihao, why do you run away every time you see me?"

"I, I didn't."

"Don't you like me? Don't you want to come to my house to propose marriage?" Jingyi felt a little wronged. Didn't her sister-in-law say that she would find a matchmaker to come to her house to propose marriage as soon as they got back?

Why does this guy come and go so many times without ever mentioning marriage proposals, and why does he run away every time he finishes unloading the goods?

"I...I didn't...I...I like you." Wu Zi stammered for a long time before finally saying what was on his mind, and his body unconsciously moved closer to Jingyi.

"Then why doesn't your family send someone to my house to propose marriage? Is it because your family doesn't agree?"

"No, it's not."

"That is……"

“It was me who told my mother not to come. Actually, my family situation is not as my sister-in-law described.”

Wu Zihao then recounted his family's misfortunes, how they met his sister-in-law, how they returned to the Mu family, how his sister-in-law helped them buy a house and land, and how the money Qingxia Pavilion earned would be distributed to their family every month.

Finally, he looked at Jingyi with a serious expression and asked, "With my family like this, are you still willing?"