The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 91 What else is there to see, internal organs?

The Golden Crow falls in the west and the Jade Rabbit rises in the east.

Torches had already been lit under the old elm tree. Lu Chengjing turned to the last page of the ledger and read out the names and quantities in a slightly hoarse voice.

There were very few literate people in the village, and even fewer who could read the entire account book. Therefore, no one could help Lu Chengjing with his work. Even though he tried to conserve his voice, after reading for an entire afternoon, his throat inevitably became hoarse.

Zhang Er and the others could take turns singing and reciting, their voices still loud and clear.

Rong Niangzi and Zhang Shenshen weighed the grain together according to the numbers recited in the chant, while Zhou Shenshen and the others took turns resting on the side.

Shang Wan borrowed honey from the Yuan family, mixed it into a large pot of honey water, and poured a cup for Lu Chengjing and the others who used their voices.

Lu Chengjing drank honey water while looking at the ledger. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after the last bag of grain was distributed.

The villagers happily carried their grain home.

Wu Mingli and Liu Cheng helped tidy up the cart and tied torches to it to make it easier for Shan Dajun to walk at night.

Dan Dajun and the others were a little embarrassed. It was their job to distribute the grain, but the villagers did it all for them, while they had food and drink and rested on the sidelines for an afternoon.

After discussing it, Old Man Wu and the other village elders decided to treat the constables to a meal before they left.

The grain distribution went so smoothly today, even though it didn't meet the expectations of the village head and chief, thanks in large part to a few other people.

Before the group could even offer their hospitality, Village Chief Lin interjected, "Officer, it's getting late. We can't travel at night on an empty stomach. We've already prepared a meal at home, and even steamed some cured meat. Come and have a meal with us."

Upon hearing that there was cured meat, the constables assumed that the other dishes would be just as good, and their mouths watered. They all looked at Shan Dajun.

Those eyes clearly said: "You agreed, so have a good meal before heading back to the city."

Shan Dajun didn't care where they ate; since they had already made arrangements, he was happy to go.

He nodded in agreement, "Thank you for your time."

Village Chief Lin immediately beamed and called to Lin Jianshan, "Boss, grab the torch and lead the men home."

"Okay." Lin Jianshan agreed, casually took apart a torch, and led the way.

Shan Dajun and the others followed. Shan Dajun deliberately turned his head to see Shang Wan and Lu Chengjing's reactions. Actually, he wanted to have dinner at Lu Xiucai's house.

However, while he thought that way, Shang Wan did not.

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with it, it's that I wasn't prepared.

Shi Tou brought He Sizhi and his apprentice over, and the family immediately had four more mouths to feed, barely enough for everyone. If they were to invite Shan Dajun and his group over, there would truly be no food left to eat.

Besides, it's too tiring for Xiao Huan to cook for herself.

Anyway, someone in the village would definitely host Shan Dajun and his party, so Shang Wan thought for less than a second before excluding her own family from the list of those who would be hosted.

At this moment, Shang Wan selectively ignored the expectant look in Shang Dan Da Jun's eyes and lowered her gaze to massage Lu Cheng Jing's sore wrist.

After the group left, Aunt Yao couldn't help but complain to her husband, "I told you to say it sooner, now look what happened, the Lin family has invited them away."

"We don't have any cured meat at home," Old Man Wu said. "If we can't serve good dishes, we might offend people instead."

These officials are not like farmers; how could they eat without oil and meat?
Aunt Yao objected, "If our whole family pools our resources to make a dish, we'll have a complete table of food. How can we not have any good dishes?"

Aunt Zhou also felt it was a pity. If she could have built a good relationship with the officials, she would have had a reliable support in case of any trouble in the future.

However, since everyone has already been invited away by the Lin family, there's no point in thinking about it anymore.

"Thank you for your hard work today, Scholar." Old Man Liu took out a bulging cloth bag and said to Lu Chengjing with a smile, "We old folks have discussed it and each family has contributed a little as a token of our gratitude. Please don't find it too much, Scholar."

"I don't deserve it." Lu Chengjing was slightly taken aback and declined, "The bookkeeping already takes up two points. Everyone helped today, it wasn't just my doing."

"Take it." Old Man Wu placed the cloth bag directly on Lu Chengjing's lap. "If it weren't for your help with the accounts, Scholar, we wouldn't know how long it would have taken to sort out the accounts today. How could we have distributed the grain so quickly? This is all thanks to everyone's kindness."

Aunt Zhou and the others also chimed in to persuade them.

"Take it."

"Scholar, we are truly grateful to you."

"Quickly accept it." Unable to refuse, Lu Chengjing accepted the gift as a token of his gratitude.

"Gululu..."

Many people's stomachs rumbled.

"Everyone, go home now." Old Wu waved his hand with a smile. "Hurry home and eat your fill tonight."

The group exchanged smiles and went home.

The night breeze blows gently, bringing a chill.

Shang Wan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at the young man in the wheelchair, asking, "Are you cold?"

Perhaps due to exhaustion, Lu Chengjing's complexion was even paler than usual, and he looked listless.

He shook his head, coughing a few times before he could speak, his eyes glistening with tears.

Seeing this, Shang Wan spread out her cloak and draped it over him, muttering softly, "Drinking so much...water, where did it all go?"

Lu Chengjing didn't hear clearly and asked in confusion, "What water?"

"It's nothing." Shang Wan pushed the wheelchair a little faster. "I heard the village head and the village chief talking. It seems the village chief has something on our family."

Lu Chengjing's attention was diverted, and he asked, "What's the leverage?"

"They didn't say." Shang Wan sighed dramatically, "Why is the Lin family like grasshoppers? They've suffered losses so many times but they still don't learn their lesson and keep jumping around."

Once her patience is exhausted, there's no guarantee she won't do something drastic.

"Feeling annoyed?" Lu Chengjing turned his head, his dark eyes observing Shang Wan's expression.

Shang Wan nodded calmly.

Lu Chengjing frowned slightly, "The Lin family is still of some use."

Shang Wan asked curiously, "What's it for?"

Lu Chengjing gestured for Shang Wan to come closer and whisper a few words in her ear.

After listening, Shang Wan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. But then, thinking that the Lin family could easily come up with a hundred taels of silver, she was no longer surprised.

She looked at Lu Chengjing suspiciously, "How did you know?"

Lu Chengjing said, "I found out by chance."

Haha, that's quite a coincidence.

"If you find them annoying, then they are no longer useful." Lu Chengjing's brows furrowed slightly, but a faint smile played on his lips. "How about I share your burdens?"

Shangwan: ?
Was her fox too tired, or was it possessed by some strange thing?
Without hesitation, she reached out and lifted Lu Chengjing's chin, making him tilt his head back to look at her.

Meeting those slightly surprised dark eyes, Shang Wan narrowed her eyes and scrutinized them carefully before asking seriously, "How do you plan to render them useless?"

Lu Chengjing pursed his lips and remained silent.

Silence often signifies acquiescence.

Shang Wan clicked her tongue lightly, her fingertip tracing upwards along Lu Chengjing's chin, slowly moving along the contours of his face until it reached the slightly reddened corner of his eye, where she gently pressed.

"Thinking too much is not good for recovery. Be good and wait until you're healed before thinking about these things."

Lu Chengjing's eyes flickered slightly, dark emotions churning within him, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you think I'm cold..."

"Calm and wise, considerate and lovely, with picturesque features, handsome and dashing, with a face like jade, elegant and talented," Shang Wan gently brushed aside his trembling long eyelashes, "Remember?"

Lu Chengjing's ears instantly turned red. "You really only care about my looks."

Shang Wan: "Otherwise, what are we looking at, internal organs?"

Lu Chengjing: "..."

(End of this chapter)