Acai's Sky

Chapter 673: What Does the Heroine's Escape Have to Do with Me?

Tong Family Old House Study

Tong Yan, the third master of the Tong family, was sitting in the study, carefully reading the "Five-Year Plan for the Purchase of a New Barren Hill for the Tong Family's Old House" which had just been copied by his servant Mo Yu.

He sometimes nodded slightly, sometimes frowned, as if he was completely immersed in the plan.

After a while, Tong Yan raised his head, gently pointed at the plan with his slender and white fingers and asked, "Is this really the plan written by our ninth young lady, Miss Wan, herself?" There was a hint of disbelief and surprise in his voice.

Mo Yu, who was standing beside him, nodded with a huge movement, as if he was about to throw his head off, and said quickly:

"My Lord, I definitely copied this from the Second Steward! I heard that many of the Tong family's stewards are busy copying this plan, especially the shopkeepers under Miss Nine. Each of them copied several copies in one go!"

After hearing this, Master Tong San showed a relieved smile on his face and looked down at the plan again.

It only shows a detailed plan of how to develop layers of terraces according to the topography of the barren mountains, and how to rationally arrange water conservancy facilities to ensure irrigation of farmland.

From building a solid defense system, including planting dense thorn walls as physical barriers, to carefully arranging professional training for patrol dogs, and so on.

Not only that, there is also a detailed and unique plan for the future economic development of the entire mountain forest.

The more Tong Yan looked, the more shocked he became. He couldn't help but secretly admire his own sister Wan for having such outstanding insights and talents.

After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand gently, signaling Mo Yu to leave.

Then, he personally took out paper and pen and copied the five-year plan again, stroke by stroke, carefully and neatly.

After finishing copying, he carefully put it into an envelope and sealed it.

After doing all this, Tong Yan called over his personal servant, Sun Jing, and solemnly handed the envelope to him, instructing him, "You must quickly deliver this letter to the capital and personally hand it to my father. There must be no mistakes!"

The man in sunglasses took the envelope, responded, and turned to leave.

Tong Yanze slowly stood up, stretched his muscles, then slowly walked to the chair and leaned against the back.

He raised his head, gazed at the rooftop, and muttered to himself, "Alas, our daughter truly has the talent to govern the world, but it's a pity she was born a girl..."

Her words showed both pride and honor in her daughter's talent and a hint of regret.

Tong Yan laughed, put the five-year plan that Mo Yu had copied into his sleeve, and hurried out with Mo Yu.

I went straight to my good friend Tang Jiaming's bookstore.

...

Inside the Tang Family Bookstore, Tang Jiaming happened to be looking at the storybook that was about to be printed.

He heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and when he looked up, he saw half of a dark blue robe peeking through the lifted bamboo curtain.

He hurriedly placed the storybook in his hand upside down on the sandalwood table, smoothed the wrinkles on the hem of his stone-blue gown with his fingers, and smiled as he stood up.

"Brother Wenyuan!" Tang Jiaming bowed as a sign of equality, and pressed the back of his left hand with the five fingers of his right hand. The agarwood beads on his wrist slid down half an inch with the movement and stopped at the edge of the cuff embroidered with bamboo patterns.

"When I woke up this morning, I heard the magpies chirping in the air. It turned out that they were visiting you, my distinguished guest." As he spoke, he scooped a spoonful of tea leaves from the celadon ice-patterned pot. The boiling water in the copper pot was bubbling with bubbles.

Tong Yan was still panting as he crossed the threshold. Upon hearing this, he returned the greeting by covering his right fist with his left palm, the ink stains on his knuckles still fresh. "Brother Jingshen, please don't laugh at me. I was in such a hurry all the way here that I ended up getting all the catkins from the South Lane caught in my clothes."

He casually brushed his clothes, and the silk tassel of the mutton-fat jade pendant on his waist was still swaying, revealing half of the scroll wrapped in green cloth.

The two smiled at each other. Tang Jiaming led Tong Yan to sit on the Xiangfei bamboo couch by the window and handed him a Jian kiln rabbit-hair teacup across the lacquered table. "It just so happens that I just got some Guzhu purple bamboo shoots, and I was just worried that I had no one to enjoy them with."

The sparse shadows outside the window lattice slanted horizontally, dyeing half of the two people's robes into a mottled green color.

Tong Yan took the teacup but didn't drink from it. He rubbed the cup wall with his fingertips and said with a smile, "Such fine tea makes the crude things I brought with me look bad."

Having said that, the action of untying the blue cloth was quick, and a roll of rough-edged rice paper slid down several sides, and the fragrance of ink mixed with tea mist filled the air.

Tang Jiaming stared at the slightly rough-edged roll of rice paper with great interest. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously, "Brother Wenyuan, what is this?"

Tong Yan had a smile on his face, but he didn't say anything. He just made a mysterious gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, Tang Jiaming became more curious. He reached out, gently picked up the rice paper, and looked at it carefully.

Tang Jiaming couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's the 'Five-Year Development Plan for the Newly Purchased Barren Hills at the Tong Family's Old Residence'!"

He muttered to himself while reading carefully word by word.

After a long while, Tang Jiaming muttered to himself, "The whole article is written in vernacular Chinese, so it's very easy to understand. Even those uneducated rural residents can immediately understand how to reclaim this barren mountain, how to plant crops, how to irrigate, how to conserve water, and what protective measures to take..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Jiaming suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining as he looked straight at his good friend Tong Yan, his excitement evident in words:

"Brilliant! Truly brilliant! Brother Wenyuan, I wonder who created this masterpiece? In my opinion, this plan is practically tailor-made for Jialu County, perfectly suited to the local geographical environment!"

Tong Yan's face was filled with a brilliant smile. He pointed at himself and said with great pride:

"Haha, this was written by my clever little girl herself!

Don't look at her young age, she has already taken on the heavy burden of managing household affairs!

"I've recently bought a lot of new barren hills and am busy renovating them. I estimate that by next year, all of these barren hills will be reclaimed and planted!"

Hearing this, Tang Mingshan couldn't help but show admiration for Tong Yan, and quickly gave him a thumbs up, praising:

"That's amazing! When I first heard you were leaving all the household chores to your daughter, I was worried you were acting on impulse. Unexpectedly, the facts have proven that your decision was truly wise!"

As he spoke, Tang Mingshan's eyes fell on the sweet potato pattern on the paper. His brows furrowed slightly, and he asked in confusion, "Brother Tong, what exactly is this sweet potato? I can't remember ever seeing this kind of crop before, no matter how hard I try."

Tong Yan smiled and shook his head, then replied, "Don't worry, Brother Tang. We'll know when we grow it next year!"

What I know now is that these sweet potatoes were purchased by my daughter from those foreigners.

As for other detailed information, it is still unknown at the moment!"