Wanjin Lady

Chapter 127 The Wen Family is Haunted
Especially now that the boss is ill again, all the affairs of the Wen family are placed on the shoulders of the young boss. Seeing that the young boss has lost a lot of weight in just a few days, Master Ma feels very uncomfortable.

"Young Master, we opened the wine vat yesterday to check. I estimate... this fruit wine will take at least one or two months to ferment. It's already autumn, so I wonder what temperature is needed to ensure the fermentation quality?"

Wen Wan was also unsure, "Let's wait and see. Just follow our Bifang Wine. This year is the trial stage. Maybe it will succeed, maybe it will fail. Master Ma just needs to do his best."

Although he received Wen Wan's pardon of "do your best and leave the rest to fate", how could Master Ma not be anxious?
If this wine is not successful, it will still need yeast, and next year we will have to officially compete with Chengjia Quyuan!
Sad.

One worry after another.

No wonder people in Ping County are saying that the Wen family’s luck has been used up and they will collapse sooner or later!

The story of Wen Weiming and Lu Ping is the best proof.

Wen Wan had no time to worry about the rumors. She came back from the winery and went to Old Man Wen's room. Zhao Heng took care of Old Man Wen without taking off his clothes. He took excellent care of Old Man Wen. When Wen Wan arrived, Zhao Heng had just washed Old Man Wen's body.

Old Man Wen has been in a coma for a day and a night and has not woken up yet.

Wen Wan then moved her study into Old Man Wen's bedroom.

After Lu Ping's death, she was upset and could not submit the policy proposal she had promised to Mr. Yao.

Since she had decided to fight Yuan Liulang, she was determined to climb up the tree of Old Man Yao. In the end, she would not let Wei Zheng, who was behind Old Man Yao, go.

In feudal society, business and politics were inseparable. If you wanted to go far and steadily, you had to have someone to protect you.

Although Huai'an Marquis Wei Zheng was far away in Tianshui Prefecture, he could always get a ticket to the powerful because of her advice and suggestions in solving the food crisis in Bingzhou.

Therefore, this essay on "The Way of Doing Business" must be well written.

With a candlelight on the table, Wen Wan studied thoroughly the books on business that Cheng Yunzhang had sent her, including "Biographies of Merchants", "The Book of Lord Shang", "The Thirteen Chapters of the Commercial Classic", etc., under Zhao Heng's explanation, and then wrote them down calmly.

Later, she fell asleep on her back due to exhaustion until she heard some rustling sounds. When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhao Heng correcting her policy paper.

Wen Wan rubbed her sore eyes and leaned over to read. Zhao Heng pointed to the beginning and said with a smile, "The entire policy essay has lofty ideas and is easy to understand, but it lacks a certain aesthetic appeal. It emphasizes quoting classics, using Guan Zhong's commerce theory, 'The rich spend their money, the poor work for it,' which naturally introduces the importance of commerce to a country."

Wen Wan's gaze shifted from his slender, clean fingers to the rice paper. "Food and drink are what the people desire. If their needs are satisfied and their wishes are fulfilled, then they can be used. But what good is it? Now, when people are made to wear furs and wear horns, eating wild grasses and drinking wild water, they are sad and cannot achieve success. Therefore, they should taste the most delicious food and avoid the most enjoyable. If the cave in the red sand is not blocked, then merchants will not come here."

What this means is to encourage rich people to buy luxury goods. If wealthy people do not buy luxury goods but instead buy rice and oil, then the prices of rice and oil will be raised and ordinary people will not be able to afford them.

This is in line with Wenwan's business philosophy of encouraging wealthy people to consume.

However, the gentle writing style is straightforward, and after Zhao Heng's polishing, it is indeed more fascinating to read.

Seeing Wen Wan remained silent, Zhao Heng could only stop writing, "Madam... don't you like me revising your policy paper?"

"No." Wen Wan shook her head. "It's just that Mr. Yao knows how much I know. This paper is so gorgeous that it makes him suspect that I'm cheating."

Zhao Heng's pen stopped in mid-air. This... is indeed very tricky.

"So I thought..." Wen Wan raised her head and smiled slightly, squinting her eyes like a little fox. "Husband, please revise it again. It would be best if you could revise it in a way that would satisfy Mr. Yao but at the same time not let him know that I hired a ghostwriter. You have to make him feel that... my policy writing skills have improved by leaps and bounds... What I mean... do you understand?"

"I understand." Zhao Heng smiled helplessly, "It's just that my wife... is too embarrassing."

Wen Wan offered Zhao Heng a condition he couldn't refuse: "If you revise it well, I'll increase your allowance." "No need for that, I have plenty of money on hand." Zhao Heng chuckled softly, amused that his wife knew how to bribe him. The man's warm fingers intertwined with hers, their fingers clasped together. "How about this, if Master Yao really likes this policy essay, how about my wife gives me another weapon?"

Wen Wan nodded, "Okay. It's a deal."

When a husband and wife are united, they can accomplish anything.

As for why Zhao Heng was so well-read, she didn't care.

Perhaps soon, Zhao Heng will be sent away by her.

The mystery surrounding Zhao Heng...has nothing to do with her.

That night, Wen Wan and Zhao Heng slept in Old Man Wen's room. As the sky was just getting light, the patrolling night watchman struck the gong, and the whole Ping County gradually woke up. Zhao San, who was supposed to deliver vegetables to the Wen family every day, pulled a cart and delivered a basket of fresh vegetables to the backyard of the Wen Mansion.

The Wen family servant was responsible for checking the quality of the dishes. After picking through the baskets, he said, "They are quite fresh."

The man smiled and replied, "Those sent to Shopkeeper Wen are all carefully selected. These choy sum...are all the most tender tips!"

The two men were talking and carrying the basket in. When Zhao Sanfu looked up, he saw a white shadow suddenly floating across the air in the main hall.

Zhao San screamed on the spot, dropped the basket and ran out.

"Ghost, ghost...ghost!!!"

In a short while, the news that there was a ghost in the Wen family's house spread like wildfire. When the sky was bright, more than a dozen servants of the Wen family gathered in the front hall, chattering about the incident that had just happened.

Hongmei was closest to the front yard and was the first to hear the noise. She immediately sent the servants away, "What are you looking at? Are you all just standing here and not working?!"

The doorman, Cui Agou, was a young man, lying on the ground, trembling and babbling incoherently: "Sister Hongmei, it's true! There really is a ghost! In broad daylight, a white shadow just hung in the air, and then it disappeared with a whoosh—"

He was still in shock, his eyes bloodshot, "If this isn't a ghost, then what is it? It must be that Lu Ping died unjustly and has come back to take her life!"

As soon as the word "Lu Ping" was mentioned, everyone present changed their expressions.

Everyone in the Wen family knew that when Lu Ping was carried back, she was covered in blood and had obviously suffered inhuman torture.

Later she hanged herself with a white silk thread in the backyard, right there... Now no one except Hongmei dares to get close!

Yes.

I heard that the ghosts of hanged women have the heaviest resentment and are most likely to turn into evil spirits to collect debts. It must be Lu Ping who has returned!

Hongmei stepped forward, viciously grabbed Cui Agou's ear and twisted it upwards, "Bullshit! I live and eat with Lu Ping, and I'm not afraid, so why are you afraid?! Besides, how could a ghost come out in broad daylight? How come you're the only one who saw it?"

"I'm not the only one! Zhao San, the delivery guy, also saw it—"

"What about the others?"

(End of this chapter)