Uncle Cheng watched his back disappear and looked at Zhao Hanzhang with disapproval, "Sanniang, Mr. Fu Dalang is here alone to hold the master's coffin. You can't bully him."
Zhao Hanzhang: "...I didn't bully him, really!"
Uncle Cheng didn't believe it, but he was a servant after all, so he followed Zhao Hanzhang's words and said: "I know Sanniang must be good, but we can't let Mr. Fu Dalang be wronged. You can send Mr. Fu Dalang back later.
I don’t know if he can get used to our Runan food, but I forgot to ask during this period..."
Zhao Hanzhang was so nagged by him that he hurriedly said: "I'll ask him in a moment. I'll ask the kitchen to make him food that suits his taste, and I'll personally deliver him to the door of the room."
She ran away in a hurry, fearing that he would catch her talking nonsense again.
Fu Tinghan was still a little uncomfortable when facing Zhao Hanzhang, and turned his head slightly away from looking at her.
The two of them sat silently beside the brick kiln. It was already halfway through the firing. Lu Kun listened carefully and found that there was no abnormal sound. It was going well so far, so he persuaded the two of them to go back and rest. "It's getting dark, the girl and the husband."
If you don't want to stay here, we can just guard this brick kiln."
Although Zhao Hanzhang really wanted to stay and see the progress, she knew that the results would not be released until tomorrow afternoon. It would be of little use for her to stay here. Instead, it would make the craftsmen tied up, so she simply got up and said, "Fu Dalangjun, shall I take you back?"
Fu Tinghan said subconsciously: "No need."
After saying that, seeing Zhao Hanzhang still standing and smiling at him, he stood up and said, "Thank you."
The two walked back in silence. Zhao Hanzhang kept his word and sent him to the door of the room. "I always forgot to ask, what kind of food does Professor Fu like?"
Fu Tinghan: "I can do it."
"There's always something you like more, right?"
Fu Tinghan thought for a while and said, "I like to eat noodles."
"Anything is fine," Fu Tinghan said helplessly: "It's not like I can only eat one kind of noodles." Can't he eat a different kind of noodles every day?
Zhao Hanzhang thought the same thing, "Then I ask the kitchen to make you a bowl of noodles?"
Fu Tinghan didn't have much appetite at this time, but seeing her persistence, he still nodded.
Mrs. Wang had been waiting in the main courtyard. Seeing that her daughter finally came back, she hurriedly greeted her, "What's wrong with you kid? I asked you to be more reserved. But in the end, you were not only with Mr. Fu Dalang during the day, but you also stayed outside with him until
It's so late at night. Fortunately, this manor is full of people from our family, otherwise if these words were spread..."
Zhao Hanzhang poured himself a cup of tea and said nonchalantly: "Auntie, we are going to see the brick kiln, there is nothing to do."
"We know, but outsiders may not know," Mrs. Wang regretted a little, "If I had known this, I should have listened to your fifth uncle and arranged your marriage while you were hot and filial. It will be easier to do things if you have a name."
Zhao Hanzhang said: "If we get married, I won't be able to ask for anything from Xiping anymore."
The girl waiting to be married is still Zhao’s daughter;
Once she got married, that was water thrown away. Her surname had to be preceded by her husband's surname, and she became a complete outsider. If she interacted with the Zhao family again, she would be a relative, not a member of the family.
Zhao Hanzhang said: "It's good like this now. Mom, don't worry."
Wang didn't expect that she still had this idea, and looked at her with a shocked face, "You, you are so powerful, does Mr. Fu Dalang know?"
"I know."
Wang was shocked again, "Then he didn't blame you?"
"He respects my decision."
Mrs. Wang fell silent, and the next day she had someone stew a pot of chicken soup and send it to Fu Tinghan so that he could replenish his health.
Fu Tinghan looked at the pot of chicken on the dinner table in silence, "Would you like chicken soup in the morning?"
Zhao Hanzhang also looked shocked, looked at him sympathetically and said: "It's all my mother's wish. You can have a bowl."
Zhao Erlang on the side was ready to make a move, "Brother-in-law, if you don't like to eat it, I'll eat it for you."
Fu Tinghan immediately smiled and pushed the chicken to Zhao Erlang, "You are growing, so you should eat more, go ahead."
Zhao Hanzhang suppressed his laughter and said: "Professor Fu, you are also in the stage of growing body now."
Fu Tinghan just pretended not to hear.
The brick kiln burned for a day and a night. Lu Kun asked people to pour water from the kiln and remove the firewood. After the kiln was cold, he opened the kiln mouth and took out a brick to look at it.
The bricks were blue and hard, and everyone rejoiced, "It's a green brick! It's baked!"
Zhao Hanzhang did not expect to be so lucky, so he looked at Fu Tinghan with a smile.
Fu Tinghan was very cautious, "Take out all the bricks and take a look."
Three thousand bricks does not mean that all bricks can be fired.
Sure enough, when they took out all the bricks, they found that some bricks were not fired properly. Fu Tinghan counted the number of damaged bricks and said to Zhao Hanzhang: "It should be because the temperature is not enough. The success rate is only 72%. I plan to bake another kiln."
, increase the firepower this time.”
Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "Okay, I'll leave this to you."
She called Uncle Cheng, "Let's build a few more brick kilns. The bricks have been fired. Let's start laying foundations and prepare to build houses."
"The wheat in that field..."
"We have so many people, we won't be able to find people for the summer harvest, right?"
Cheng Bo said, "I'll make arrangements right away."
Zhao Hanzhang saw that he had to put in so much effort, so he said: "Uncle Cheng, pick out a few loyal and capable servants and tell them to do something."
Zhao Hanzhang thought of the servants who were left behind when she fled, and sighed. Those were her dowry, and she had been selected to serve as stewards. "Let me tell you, if the servants who got lost on the road come back, I will treat them favorably. It has also spread."
Go ahead and hire a literate or experienced steward in the manor."
There are more than a thousand people, and there will be more in the future. Management talents are needed, and Ji Yuan's recruitment alone is not enough.
"By the way, is there any news about Mr. Ji's return?"
"Just as I was about to talk to Sanniang, Mr. Ji sent someone to deliver food."
When Zhao Hanzhang heard this, he immediately went back.
Ji Yuan did not come back, so he had ten carts of grain sent back. Bu Qu, who escorted the grain back, said happily: "Mr. Ji bought a lot of grain. This is just the first batch. There will be several more batches to come."
Uncle Cheng untied the grain bag, looked at it, lowered his voice and said to Zhao Hanzhang: "It's all old grain from last year."
Zhao Hanzhang, "This year's grain has not yet been confiscated."
She asked Bu Qu, "Do you know the price?"
"I listened vaguely, and it seemed like nine cents a pound."
"Huh?" Zhao Hanzhang wondered: "How did Mr. Ji convince them to sell it to us at such a low price?"
This grain price is more than three times more expensive than in the previous years during the peace and prosperity, but compared with the soaring grain prices in the past two years, it is about one to four cents cheaper.
If you add up a little, the price is a lot cheaper.
Buqu said: "Mr. Ji lied to those people and said that the girl wanted to pray for the husband, so she bought food to do good deeds."
Zhao Hanzhang: ...What a good excuse, more treacherous than her.