The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 252 Sending the Painting

He almost forgot to answer the question when he saw it, but Yan Che threw a clod of mud at him to bring him back to his senses.

Jiang Tao's team swept through the enemy lines and won in the end. He, the leader, was so scared by being tossed into the air by his teammates that he almost lost his soul.

The competition results were announced here, and Wen Luozhi's sketch was also finished.

She took the painting and walked over to Wen Zi'an and Jiang Shuqian. Jiang Shuqian couldn't take her eyes off her after just one glance.

"Luo Zhi, this painting is quite strange."

"But it looks really good."

She held the sketch with great affection, and Wen Zi'an watched her intently, not wanting to blink.

In the painting, he and Jiang Shuqian are sitting there, surrounded by fluttering petals. Jiang Shuqian is smiling faintly, and he is smiling too, but he looks a little silly.

"Little sister, why don't you give this painting to your fourth brother?"

His eyes remained fixed on the painting, and he wanted to take it from Jiang Shuqian's hand to examine it more closely, but he was also a little embarrassed.

Jiang Shuqian clutched the painting to her chest, watching him warily as if afraid he would snatch it away. Then, turning to Wen Luozhi, she said pitifully, "Luozhi, can I have this?"

"I won't take it for free. How much silver do you want?"

Wen Luozhi was both amused and exasperated, and waved her paintbrush in her hand, saying, "This isn't worth much; take it if you like."

She was happy; it was just a casual drawing, yet people liked it.

You should know that she used to be the worst artist in the extracurricular classes, and she always got the worst criticism when she handed in her assignments.

Jiang Shuqian carefully put the painting away and gave it to Yinzhu, while Wen Zian watched with longing, feeling a little jealous.

Wen Luozhi whispered a few words in his ear, and his mood immediately brightened.

Yan Che remained wary of Lu Bai, and would rush over to block his view whenever Lu Bai looked in their direction.

Seeing his erratic behavior, Wen Zijin pulled him over and made him sit down on a folding chair. "Lu Bai is a guest, what are you doing?"

He had been paying attention; it seemed like this kid was targeting someone.

Yan Che pointed at Wen Luozhi and whispered, "I suspect that guy isn't being honest. You, as his older brother, won't have anywhere to cry then."

Wen Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly, completely ignoring what he said.

With a man like Helian Yue around, my younger sister would probably find it hard to be interested in anyone else.

After playing for so long, everyone was tired. This time, Wen Zijin led the way, followed by a long line of pale-faced scholars.

Fortunately, going down the mountain wasn't as difficult as going up, otherwise the fruit they picked would probably have been abandoned halfway down the mountain.

Yan Che carried half a bag of fruit on his shoulder and collapsed onto the armchair in the yard.

"I'm so tired, so tired!"

"I should have let Zian earn some money."

After the autumn harvest, the villagers had nothing to do and were just idling at home anyway.

Wen Luozhi thought that if someone was willing to go up the mountain with her, she could help tourists carry things they couldn't get for a fee, and the price would be up to them to negotiate.

Of course, you can also take your own belongings to the mountain to sell, but this is limited to villagers from the same village.

Sun Dalang earned two hundred coins today on his way up the mountain. One of the scholars loved strawberries and ate them all the way down, so he didn't have any extra hands to carry anything.

Sun Dalang was also clever; judging from his clothes, he knew the man wasn't short of money, so he took the initiative to approach him.

Unexpectedly, the scholar agreed immediately, and he earned two hundred coins so easily.

Hearing Yan Che complaining about being exhausted, Wen Zi'an didn't feel sorry for not earning any money from him, but Wen Luozhi felt heartbroken.

With Yan Che's meager possessions, she could easily carry them down the mountain by strapping them to Lang Batian's back.

Anyway, this guy isn't short of money, so she exaggerated and said she'd make a small, dirty trick out of him.

The group had almost digested their food by the time they came down the mountain. Mo Niang had already prepared the dishes according to the menu she had given them. At this moment, Wen Luozhi was cooking in the kitchen with three pots at the same time.

Mo Niang was dazzled by the sight and felt a surge of admiration, because she had previously worked in that household as a servant and knew how to do some chores.

But when it comes to cooking, you should really only cook it until it's done; don't expect anything else.

Yang Guilan felt she couldn't help much even when she was helping out. When it came to cooking, only her mother-in-law and sister-in-law could keep up; everyone else was completely lost.

In less than half an hour, the dishes for both tables were ready. Yan Che knew Wen Luozhi's cooking skills, so he sat down without waiting for a greeting and started eating his rice without even looking up.

Others who saw it thought he was exaggerating, but after tasting it, they were even more impressed.

After the meal, the carriages that Jiang Tao had hired arrived, and about ten carriages drove out of the village one after another.

Zhang Chunhua looked on with envy and jealousy. She had asked Huang Cuihua and found out that this group of people were all visiting that brat's house.

She also secretly looked and saw that even the worst clothes were made of fine cotton, so their homes couldn't be too bad.

They certainly didn't come empty-handed. I wonder how many good things Wen Lao Er received at his house today.

Just as she expected, Wen Luozhi's family did receive a lot of good things today, but she also sent back quite a few things when the group left, all sorts of random items.

Most importantly, they made quite a bit of money today. The fruit seller and Jiang Tao who rented the venue together earned them over a hundred taels of silver.

This is under the condition of few people; if there are more people, you will earn even more.

Because villagers could earn some extra money this way, everyone secretly remembered it as soon as the village chief mentioned it.

When they go out, they tell everyone they meet about it, and the word will surely spread to the ears of the wealthy.

Even a little income is better than nothing.

After Jiang Tao and his group finished resting and returned to the academy, the students who had visited Shanquan Village talked excitedly about how interesting their trip had been. Even Lu Bai, who was usually quiet, started chattering away.

Lin Huaizhi looked sneer. "It's just a trip to the mountains, what's there to get excited about?"

He initially thought that Young Master Jiang would invite them to play some high-class games, but it turned out he was just a bunch of country bumpkins running up the mountain.

"You'd be better off learning a few more articles with that effort."

His tone was contemptuous, and his gaze toward Lu Bai carried a hint of displeasure.

It's incomprehensible. It seems like Lu Bai suddenly had a breakthrough. He actually came in first place in the last test and won the set of writing implements that he wanted most.

In the past, he would have shared such good things with him, but he didn't.

He saw that the person didn't use it and thought it was a treasured possession. Later, he heard from his roommate that it had been given to Wen Zijin next door.

It was actually Wen Zijin?! He wouldn't be this angry if it were anyone else.

Lu Bai glanced at him indifferently and continued talking to the others about what they had done that day.

Lin Huaizhi was bored, so he picked up a book to review, but he couldn't concentrate on it at all.

It was almost noon and he was hungry, but he didn't have any extra money to eat.

Zhang Chunhua gave him a tael of silver last time, but he felt his blue robe was too old, so he went and bought a new one.

This left him with very little money. He ate a cornbread with water and ate it when he was hungry, barely managing to survive for a few days.