It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 308

After a spring rain, Jiang Yan returned to the fields and mountains and became extremely busy again.

After finally finding half a day of free time to deliver the fresh spring food collected early in the morning to the Hao Mansion, I still had to obey the constant urging of Manager Duan Hao.

There aren't many changes to the dialogue, and Jiang Yanshenyou can still continue with the following lines.

"You better be serious. There are people looking for trouble here today." Manager Hao quickly went through the process, still maintaining a serious expression as he squeezed out a reminder from between his lips.

I really shouldn't have been so kind as to ask the masters to buy more manpower last year. I let a troublemaker in and even curry favor with them, causing chaos among the servants in the mansion. He just took advantage of other people's mistakes to get promoted.

Jiang Yan was very understanding. He immediately said respectfully, anxiously, and helplessly, "I also want to have some stock on hand to supply the mansion, but as you know, last year's drought and locust plague destroyed everything. No matter how hard we push, it's impossible to produce it."

Manager Hao also lowered his eyes and looked worried: "Why is it so small... The mansion is anxious to use this to prepare gifts."

Would Manager Hao's response to this seem like the conversation was fake? After all, they hadn't just learned about this fact, so they should have already picked out other gifts.

Jiang Yan was distracted and changed the subject. "Is it okay to exchange a gift...?"

"You don't understand." Manager Hao sighed, "I've seen so many good things. What could be more novel and practical than cliff fruit lamp oil?"

Not to mention the joy of seeing the guests when they came to the mansion, but they left disappointed because the lamp oil was running low. Now, on such a good day, if gifts cannot be given to the ones they really like, how can the masters who want to maintain good relations be willing to accept it?

Jiang Yan really didn't know which family was worthy of such "thought" to treat. She guessed it was the head of the family, Fu, and also the county magistrate, Huang, but Manager Hao just smiled and said nothing.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan suddenly had an idea: "I have something that I don't know if it will work. I'll tell you as soon as I find out."

Can't you tell me now? Manager Hao couldn't stop Jiang Yan in time and could only watch her run away.

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At the side door of the Fu Mansion, Jiang Yan took out two handfuls of fresh wild vegetables from her backpack and stuffed them into the gatekeeper, Aunt Wen. Then she said with a smile, "Aunt Wen, could you please call Aunt Yu Qian for me? Tell her that the village has delivered some things."

Mrs. Wen stuffed the things in her hands into the basket at the foot of the wall and closed the door. "Wait."

About a quarter of an hour later, the side door opened and Mrs. Wen said, "The messenger said Yu Qian was busy and couldn't come out, so they found someone from the same village for you."

Jiang An stood beside her and smiled foolishly at her: "Sister Yanyan."

also.

Jiang Yan pulled Jiang An away for a distance, but still within Mrs. Wen's sight.

He first asked about Jiang Ying and Jiang Ai's recent situation. Knowing that they couldn't come out because they hadn't finished their work, he felt relieved that the three of them were fine in the mansion. Then he whispered to him what he wanted him to convey.

Jiang An's eyes lit up when he heard this. He kept asking about the details of the Fenggu car and said that he would definitely try it when he returned to the village.

The two were whispering outside the door when Qiao Kuiniang came over slowly carrying a bag on her back.

"Madam Kui is leaving the house today, why doesn't Fang Erlang accompany her?" The old woman asked specifically. In the past, when these two people went in and out, one of them was never alone.

Lady Kui came up and tried to take the old woman's arm: "Mrs. Wen, it's been a while since we last met. You're still in such good spirits. My husband suddenly had a stomachache and ran away to a filthy place, so I came here to keep you company. Do you mind?"

Mrs. Wen pulled her hand away with a little effort, the corner of her mouth twitching almost imperceptibly. This kind of stickiness was too much for her, an old woman.

Jiang Yan stuffed the basket directly into Jiang An's hand and said, "Take these back and share them with Uncle Fu and the others. Let's have a taste. If it doesn't rain the day after tomorrow or the day after that, I'll send some more."

Jiang An nodded: "Okay, we'll know then whether we can sell it or not."

Jiang Yan stood there and waved goodbye to Mrs. Wen, but Qiao Kuiniang, who was standing beside her, opened her eyes wide. Why did this girl look so familiar?