On this day, Zhan Qingyue received a letter from Fucheng.
The letter was sent by Miss Song Er. She said that the beauty salon was almost ready, and it had attracted many women before it even opened.
Miss Song Er is very much looking forward to the opening of the beauty salon and is waiting for Zhan Qingyue to make up her mind.
After Zhan Qingyue read the letter, his heart began to surge with enthusiasm, and the smile that hung high on the corner of his mouth never fell.
"Yueyue, you are smiling while reading this letter. Did something good happen?"
Brother Zhan was tinkering with the medicinal food in his hand and raised his head to ask.
But Zhan Qingyue's smile deepened, her beautiful eyebrows curved, and her big watery eyes also curved.
"It's a letter from Miss Song Er. She said that the business of the beauty salon in Fucheng is almost ready, and asked me when it will open."
"That's a good thing!"
Brother Zhang also laughed. This sister of his is a very capable person. She handles all the business in the family, and now she wants to open her business in Fucheng.
"Second brother, let's go to Fucheng! I'll go to the government office soon and buy some shopkeepers who know business and can settle accounts. Then I will hand over the management of the shops in the county to them, and we can take care of the shops in Fucheng with peace of mind."
"It would be great to open a few soap shops and medicinal food courts in Fucheng by then."
Brother Zhang looked at her longing look and also laughed.
"You make the decisions in our family, so long as you think it's okay! If you need help from my second brother, just ask."
With the support of Brother Zhan, Zhan Qingyue felt even more happy, and immediately took the money to go to the dental clinic.
At the same time, the results of the terraced fields and new farm tools reported earlier by the county magistrate Fan finally came to fruition.
The imperial court specially sent people to inspect.
Fan Bo, Zhan Dayou and others are currently guarding the foot of the mountain, preparing to receive officials from the imperial court.
They had received the news from Lord Fan a long time ago, so they immediately cleared all the obstacles on the way up the mountain, not even a single weed was left.
"Brother Fan, I'm very upset. You said I can't speak, so why don't you call Yueyue back?"
Zhan Dayou wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned around anxiously.
Uncle Fan sat calmly on a stone, building a pergola with his hands and looking into the distance.
"Brother Zhan, there is nothing to be nervous about. The officials of the imperial court also have two nostrils and one mouth, and they are not monsters. If you are really afraid, you will see me when the time comes."
"I still don't know which juniors from the Agriculture Department are sent this time. Now that we have the etiquette we should have, we should be able to find no fault."
Uncle Fan comforted him, but he was also very nervous. He was a sinner and was exiled. Will the young people still treat him well?
While thinking about it, I heard the sound of horse hoofbeats and saw an official sitting on a tall horse in the distance.
He has a strong back and a strong waist, with a sword on his waist. He is full of righteousness and prevents external evil from invading him.
The official jumped off his horse, and Uncle Fan and Zhan Dayou rushed to greet him.
"Brother, the adults are here."
The little brother nodded, wiped his sweat, and smiled at the two of them who had a good attitude: "Here we go, get ready."
After half a stick of incense, the people sent by the imperial court arrived.
The two officials got off the carriage and looked up at the crops on the hillside. At a glance, they were all green.
In the fields, there are occasionally one or two trees with some unsightly fruits hanging on them.
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful. The slopes of the wasteland that we usually look down on have been completely transformed, and we can still grow rice next spring."
Weng Jun, the agricultural chief, said with a smile to Mr. Fan, the county chief next to him.
"That's right. These terraced fields and the surrounding mountains were all thought up by a woman named Zhan Qingyue. The new farm tools I reported earlier were also made by her."
Master Fan explained to Weng Jun politely, almost laughing out of his eyes.
Waiting for Weng Jun to report the deeds of the new village, and then also report those high-yielding food crops.
Not to mention that the entire Fan family can return to the temple, at least the descendants will no longer have a criminal record, and there is hope for becoming an official.
After thinking about it, Lord Fan winked at Uncle Fan and Zhan Dayou.
After all, Uncle Fan was someone who had experienced big scenes. He immediately led everyone around and started wandering around the fields.
"Excellent, I will write a letter and submit it to Your Majesty."
A few days later, the servant of Prince Duan's Mansion hurriedly gave a mysterious letter to Prince Duan.
When Prince Duan opened it and woke up, the wrinkles on his face turned into chrysanthemums.
"Excellent, this incredible credit and wealth are mine. Go and invite Gao Chongguang. Tell him that I have something to ask him."
The boy's figure flashed and disappeared silently into the study room of Prince Duan's Mansion.
Han Yiyun read the book in front of him attentively while occupying his home in Xincun, preparing for the imperial examination.
"Brother Han, you've been reading all morning. You have to go out for a walk. It's not worth it if you stare at the book all day. If your eyes are damaged, it won't be worth it."
Zhan Qingyue's eyebrows were curved and her face was like a peach blossom. She stepped forward and closed Han Yiyun's book, pulled his sleeves and stood up.
The two of them walked out of the Han family's house and walked in the village.
"Master Han, let's go for a walk. You are the most promising person in our village. It would be great if my second dog could go to high school like you."
A woman greeted the two of them with a smile.
"Young Master Han, you should be called Mr. Han. Can your mischievous second son learn anything?"
"Mr. Han is still holding a book even when he is on the road to escape. Most people can't learn from it."
Several women nearby chatted and poured cold water on her mercilessly.
"Hmph, it sounds like your family can do it. With our current family background, I'm afraid it will take another four or five years to be able to afford a scholar."
Listening to their words, Zhan Qingyue had a vague idea in her heart.
Since everyone admires Han Yiyun as a scholar, it is a pity that he does not have the opportunity to let his children study.
If all the school-age children in the village can go to school, maybe a trend of learning can be developed in the village?
"Brother Han, I have an idea."
Zhan Qingyue's beautiful eyebrows curved, looking at Han Yiyun expectantly, and expressed her thoughts.
"Yueyue, this is a good thing. You have such an idea, but many people have already been unable to catch up. It just so happens that we still have a few empty houses in the village, which can be used as a school."
With the support of Han Yiyun, Zhan Qingyue was unequivocal and went ahead with it. He arranged for a few people to clean out the empty house, drove his carriage and ran to the county seat.
Before the carriage could set foot on the road to the county town, a luxurious carriage happened to be driving towards them.
Just when Zhan Qingyue was debating whether to give way or not, the carriage on the opposite side took the initiative to stop.
I saw a fat-headed, big-eared man with a lewd smile emerging from the lifted curtain.
"You're still a pretty girl, you guys, get on top of me!"
When Zhan Qingyue was surprised, several servants and guards had already rushed towards him with smiles.
"Get away!"
Zhan Qingyue raised his riding whip without mercy and hit him, causing the other party to wail and roll on the ground holding the injured area.
Seeing that he was able to escape, Zhan Qingyue waved his riding whip and walked away.
