Chapter 7

A sound of a horn, and a small sedan chair appeared.

The wedding was rather quiet, with only Chen Xiaohui, Chen Xiao’s father, as a guest, and he also presided over Fang Xing’s wedding.

"Madam."

"Hubby."

"What tender skin!"

"..."

On the night of the wedding, when the first streak of white appeared on the window with the large red "xi" character, the red candles also went out.

Long eyelashes trembled as Zhang Shuhui secretly opened her eyes. A heavy breath hit her face, making her somewhat flustered.

"Shuhui."

Those hands tightened again, and then a burning heat pressed up.

"Hubby."

The bed started to shake again. Xiaobai, listening outside, blushed and felt a burning sensation all over her body.

...

Breakfast was simple, but not really simple.

Fragrant rice, longan, and lotus seed porridge, crab meat buns, braised salmon...

Just as they sat down, Fang Xing took out a key and handed it to Zhang Shuhui, "Shuhui, from now on, all my things will be in your care."

Zhang Shuhui's face turned red, and she lowered her head, replying, "Yes, Hubby."

This gesture gave Zhang Shuhui a great sense of trust and comfort. It meant he was entrusting his privacy to her. So when Fang Xing called Xiaobai to sit and eat together, she just smiled.

Xiaobai gave Fang Xing a somewhat resentful look. As a bed attendant and future concubine, Fang Xing refused to touch her, saying she was still young and needed to grow up a bit more.

Xiaobai had secretly touched herself last night and felt she was already quite mature.

"Eat."

As the head of the household, Fang Xing first picked up a piece of salmon and gave it to Zhang Shuhui.

Zhang Shuhui took a small bite, then relaxed her brows.

"Is it good?"

In this era, there were no seafood dishes for people in the inland, so Zhang Shuhui was a bit puzzled, "Hubby, this fish is so fat!"

"This is a sea fish. In the future, I'll have someone make sashimi for you."

"Sea fish?"

Zhang Shuhui was somewhat surprised. She came from a decent family and was not shallow, so she knew a few things.

Under the current transportation conditions, seafood transported to the inland would basically be rotten, with a fishy smell that could make people vomit.

But this fish meat was sweet and fatty, melting in the mouth.

After finishing the meal, Fang Xing used the key to open the cabinet by his bed.

"Shuhui, from now on, the money in here is for you to manage."

"Uh!"

Zhang Shuhui was a bit dazed. The cabinet contained neatly arranged silver ingots and a land deed.

"This is the deed to the estate. In the future, you should manage it more and let the steward rest a bit."

After visiting the ancestral hall...

After everything was settled, Fang Jielun led a group of people to congratulate the young master on his wedding.

Fang Xing sat in the middle, with Zhang Shuhui on his left and Xiaobai standing on his right, giving him a bit of an imposing presence.

"Congratulations on the young master's wedding!"

Fang Xing nodded and then stood up, saying, "Everyone, do your best. The days of Fang Family Estate will only get better."

As the head of the household, without children, Fang Xing still had to be called young master.

He nodded at Zhang Shuhui and then left with Xiaobai.

Everyone looked at this scene and felt a chill.

It seems that in the future, the young lady will be in charge of the estate!

Zhang Shuhui showed no discomfort. She first called a maid to help Fang Jielun up and said kindly, "Uncle Jielun, you are respected and virtuous. In the future, Shuhui will need to seek your advice often."

"I dare not, madam."

Fang Jielun knew that this young lady would be his superior, so he did not dare to be negligent.

Zhang Shuhui smiled and said, "Uncle Jielun, you are a loyal servant of the Fang family. Hubby has said that in the future, you will be the pillar of our family. Please do your best."

After soothing Fang Jielun, Zhang Shuhui's expression did not change as she looked at the farmers and servants below and said, "Everyone has worked hard. Go and collect your rice later."

Collect rice? Everyone was a bit confused, but from the tone, they knew something was being distributed, causing a bit of commotion below.

"Quiet!"

Fang Jielun, seeing that the first meeting with the young lady had gone awry, immediately scolded and kicked a big man.

"Xin Laoshi, if you keep shouting, I'll give your rice to your wife!"

The big man rubbed his buttocks and laughed, "Madam is kind, giving it to my wife is fine too!"

Everyone around immediately burst into laughter, talking about how Xin Laoshi was chased around the estate by his wife with a rolling pin.

At this moment, Zhang Shuhui lightly coughed, and a maid immediately brought her a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Everyone stood solemnly.

After taking a sip of the chrysanthemum tea, Zhang Shuhui said calmly, "Since Hubby has entrusted me with the management of the estate, everyone will remain as they were for now. Go and collect your rice. Each family will receive five pounds of fragrant rice per person."

Five pounds of rice, and fragrant rice at that. Although they did not know how good this fragrant rice was, in an era when even dough balls were considered a delicacy, rice was precious.

At this moment, Xin Laoshi shouted, "Madam, does this include newborns?"

"Yes, everyone counts," Zhang Shuhui nodded.

"You won't eat yourself to death, you fool! Go home and get a bag!"

Fang Jielun kicked again, and everyone dispersed.

After everyone left, Fang Jielun said, "Madam, Xin Laoshi is not causing trouble for no reason. He is a bit simple-minded, the youngest of seven brothers in his family."

Zhang Shuhui immediately understood the meaning.

Seven brothers in one family, how difficult it must be to feed them!

Half-grown boys can eat their fathers to death.

This youngest must have been hungry since he was young.

"But a fool has a fool's luck. He learned martial arts by chance. However, martial artists have a large appetite, and he has already been separated from his family. I was planning to recommend him to the young master. What do you think...?"

A guard? Zhang Shuhui nodded, "I'll talk to Hubby when he comes back."

On the dirt road of Fang Family Estate, Xiaobai walked behind Fang Xing, almost tearing the handkerchief in her hand.

It was mid-summer, and the spring wheat had already been harvested. Now, farmers were plowing and fertilizing the fields, preparing to plant soybeans.

This was a method to nourish the land. If wheat was planted continuously, the land would lose too much fertility.

They walked slowly to the edge of the field. Next to them was a large estate, separated by a wide road.

"Master, they are so lazy! They aren't planting beans."

Xiaobai, seeing a few men in fine clothes driving lazy farmers, felt somewhat disdainful.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fang Xing saw a group of men surrounding a young man walking over and quickly stopped Xiaobai.

The men were dressed simply, but their demeanor was extraordinary.

"... Taishun, Confucius said, the way of the gentleman is dark but becomes clear day by day, while the way of the small man..."

"Taishun, our great Ming is becoming more and more..."

"Taishun, the smell of the manure here is unbearable. Let's rest at the estate."

"Indeed! It's so smelly! For us, learned scholars, to smell the stench of the common people, it's a disgrace to our culture!"

The men all covered their noses, looking at Fang Xing with disdain.

Xiaobai was somewhat frightened, afraid of angering these men who looked very imposing.

Fang Xing looked at the young man in the middle and chuckled. Everyone thought he would say something profound.

"Smell your sister's ass!"

The atmosphere froze, and then the middle-aged men could not hold back their anger.

"Rural boy, do you know who we are?"

"Seize him and take him to the officials!"

The young man watched the scene calmly, with no intention of stopping it.

Fang Xing, unhurried, patted the Tang knife at his waist and said lazily, "Take me to your sister's officials! A bunch of ignorant trash who can't tell the difference between grains!"

The men were so angry that their faces turned red. How could they, learned scholars, be compared to a country bumpkin like you?

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