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Chapter 92 An Uninvited Guest Freeloads a Meal

Wen Yuanqian's heartfelt words were finally finished.

The Wen family members were all waiting for him to call "Let the feast begin," and their chopsticks were already itching to reach for the dishes.

A rhythmic knocking sounded, followed by the waiter's voice.

"Sir, there is a manager named Ye outside the shop requesting an audience. May I ask if you wish to see him?"

Everyone in the Wen family!

Why is Uncle Ye here?

Wen Yuanqian hurriedly said, "If you want to see me, please come in quickly!"

"Please wait a moment, sir."

The waiter left.

Wen Yuanqian put down his chopsticks. "Perfect timing. Let's wait for your Uncle Xiaochuan to eat together."

"Grandfather, I'll go greet my uncle."

Wenwen was particularly enthusiastic. After finishing her sentence, she dashed downstairs and simply sat down at the bottom of the stairs to wait.

Soon, hurried footsteps came from outside the screen wall.

A figure suddenly darted around the screen wall and ran straight toward the small building.

Upon seeing Wenwen sitting at the top of the stairs, the visitor exclaimed, "Wen'er, how are you?"

Wenwen!

What's up?

Wenwen looked up and saw a person in front of her who looked travel-worn, with unkempt hair, carrying a bundle, holding a sword in his right hand, and standing anxiously before her.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Wenwen's eyes swept over him.

Ye Jingchuan caught his breath and asked in one breath, "The post station is on fire. Are any family members injured?"

"It's alright, it's alright, Uncle, don't worry, we're all fine."

Wenwen waved her hands, trying to soothe him.

"It's good that nothing happened, it's good that nothing happened."

Upon learning that he was alright, Ye Jingchuan's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

"Huh, huh..."

"Uncle, where have you come from?"

"Well, it's a long story."

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin had just gone down to the first floor.

"Uncle, let us carry you upstairs, and we'll talk upstairs, okay?"

"Hehe, my nephew is carrying me on his back, how embarrassing, just support him, just support him."

The people upstairs were eagerly waiting.

As soon as Ye Jingchuan entered the door, the aroma of food wafted towards him.

"Glug, glug, glug glug..."

He looked a little embarrassed. "Old Master Wen, I apologize for disturbing you."

“Nephew, we’re family, why are you disturbing us? It’s better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.”

Wen Qiyuan was blind, but he could hear. "Little brother, sit down and eat with me."

"Yes, one piece."

"Uncle, sit here."

The Wen family showed 100% enthusiasm for Ye Jingchuan's arrival.

Although it is said that one should not speak while eating, this situation is understandable in this day and age.

"Xiao Chuan, what did you do last night? Your dark circles are so obvious."

"Cough, I went to see my master last night and asked him to make some medicine. After my brother-in-law rests for a while, he can take the medicine. It should have some effect."

"You're so kind, child. Eat more, eat more, you must be starving."

Grandmother Wen said with heartache.

"I am a little hungry. Thank you, Madam Wen."

With Ye Jingchuan joining them, the Wen family reunion dinner became even more lively.

After the meal, everything was tidied up.

The family, still enjoying themselves, gathered in the front hall, chatting and laughing, keeping the atmosphere lively as always.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Yuanqian said, "Madam, please take the maids and children inside first. The outer room is indeed a bit small."

"Wen'er, go inside with your grandmother first, and come out later."

Wenwen understood.

"I understand, Grandfather. Come on, Grandmother, let's go inside."

The Wen family all knew what their grandfather's arrangement meant. Not only did no one resist, but some even looked eager to try.

......

In the west room, the women and children of the Wen family were all gathered together.

Wenwen entered the house, taking things out while chattering incessantly.

"Grandmother, I think there are still too few cultivation technique cards. Why don't we have the older sisters make a few more copies? That way we won't run out."

"Yes, the older brothers are all waiting to see."

"Wen'er is right, but this, this..."

Wenwen had this idea long ago, and she knew her grandmother's dilemma.

"Grandma, look here, look here."

Hey!

A pile of paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones was laid out on the table. There were calligraphy brushes that the Wen family was used to, as well as pencils and blank cards that Wenwen used.

They are all smart people; they can learn quickly.

Time was of the essence, and the Wen family's daughters, after discussing their options, were just about to take action.

Wenwen's words were like a wake-up call: "The text part is settled, but what about the illustrations?"

"What picture? Let me see."

Wen Hong's eyes lit up at the mention of the picture.

Wenwen opened the book and pointed to the simple line drawings of the moves in the martial arts manual, "This is it."

Wen Hong merely glanced at it, "I know how to do this."

Ren and Wen Lanling also came over to take a look, "We can do it too."

Grandmother Wen beamed with joy, "Oh my, the Wen family has quite a few talented women."

"That's right. Look at who's leading them. It's all thanks to Grandma's good teaching."

Yao Maimai followed closely with her compliments.

After his sister finished speaking, Yao Xiaomi also came out to make his presence known.

"Father said that Grandmother is the wisest!"

"Oh, my dear grandson, your grandmother feels as sweet as if she's eaten honey."

"Hmph, you bootlicker!"

"hehe......"

For a moment, the west room was filled with harmony.

After discussing it with her daughters-in-law and daughters, the grandmother and daughters divided the work and worked together to get to work as soon as possible.

Soon, the west room gradually quieted down, with only the sound of pens scratching away.

Those who could write and draw sat upright, diligently copying books and drawing pictures.

Even the little children stayed quietly to the side, playing by themselves without making a fuss.

It really proves the saying – many hands make light work.

Wenwen watched as the first copy of the cultivation manual, made by the whole family together, was completed in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

"Wen'er, look, what do you think?"

Wenwen looked at the neatly arranged cards and the skillfully drawn pictures in her hand.

What else could she say besides admiration?

Back then, it took her several days to copy all those words, and that was without any pictures.

Right now, it's one of our own people; we can copy a book in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea—the speed is amazing!

Wenwen gave a thumbs up, "Perfect! Great job! Keep it up!"

The women of the Wen family were encouraged and became very motivated.

"I think I can be even faster. Copying it once is equivalent to reading it once. If I copy it again, is that equivalent to reading it several times?"

"That makes sense, I'll speed things up too."

"No matter how fast the speed, we still have to pay attention to the quality."

"I know. Don't worry, elder sister."

Wenwen, who was flipping through cards, looked at the older sisters who were speaking when she heard this.

I was secretly happy.

I didn't expect the older women to be so enlightened.

Given time, the Wen family might actually have a whole group of women.

The women in the west wing were diligently copying and drawing.

Suddenly, a commotion arose in the front hall.

"Bang, crack."

"Ah, um..."

"Quick, hold him down."

The pen in Wen Hong's hand tilted to one side.

"Oh, my painting, what happened?"