Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 472: Let’s Talk

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Yan Yanrong looked at the muddy clay with disdain. “I don’t feel like shaping today. You do it.”

“Wait!” Fed up with Yan Yanrong’s constant troublcmaking, Chu Qingshuang took a firm stand. “Didn’t you say you wanted to help? What now? You don’t want to help because it’s dirty?”

Yan Yanrong became unreasonable. “I just don’t want to help. So what?”

Chu Qingshuang did not back down. “Today you have to help, whether you want to or not. Otherwise, I’ll tell Master that you didn’t really want to help.” “You!” Yan Yanrong did not expect Chu Qingshuang to go against her this time. She was in a difficult position. “Chu Qingshuang, do you know the consequences of offending me?”

Already having offended her, Chu Qingshuang didn’t care. “I don’t care about the consequences. You promised to help but aren’t helping. I’ll definitely tell Master.”

Knowing Master trusted Chu Qingshuang the most, Yan Yanrong begrudgingly agreed to help, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

She sat next to Chu Qingshuang, grabbed a large lump of clay, and began shaping it resentfully.

I’ll get you back for this, Chu Qingshuang! She muttered under her breath.

“Qingshuang…” Li Shaoliang’s voice came from outside the workshop.

Yan Yanrong handed the shaped clay to Chu Qingshuang, pretending to ask, “Qingshuang, how is my shaping?”

Chu Qingshuang, puzzled, turned to look.

The next second, Yan Yanrong let go, and the clay dropped to the ground, crumpling into a lump and ruined.

Yan Yanrong accused, “Chu Qingshuang, I know you don’t like me, but how could you smash my work to the ground?”

Chu Qingshuang was stunned.

Meanwhile, Li Shaoliang appeared in the workshop, “Qingshuang…”

Yan Yanrong ran to him, tears in her eyes, “Cousin, Chu Qingshuang is always against me. She smashed the clay I shaped.”

Chu Qingshuang lowered her head and looked at the piece of mud. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the two of them. While the two of them were not paying attention, she picked up the mud and rubbed it. It mixed with the mud beside her and “destroyed the evidence”.

“Shaoliang, don’t listen to Yan Yanrong’s nonsense. I’m not that kind of person.”

Yan Yanrong pointed accusingly, “Cousin, look, that was my clay. It took me so long to shape, and Chu Qingshuang ruined it.”

Li Shaoliang looked, “Where’s the clay?”

With the clay gone, Yan Yanrong was speechless. She pointed at Chu Qingshuang, “Where did you put my clay?”

Chu Qingshuang spread her hands innocently, “You didn’t shape any clay just now. Don’t falsely accuse me.”

Yan Yanrong was indignant.

Li Shaoliang, being straightforward, didn’t see the clay and believed Chu Qingshuang. He scolded Yan Yanrong, “Yanrong, instead of wasting time on this, you should focus on learning. Accusing people like this is really annoying, you know?”

Yan Yanrong’s face turned slightly pale. She was afraid that Li Shaoliang would dislike her. “Cousin, it’s not like that.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Li Shaoliang waved Chu Qingshuang over, “Let’s go to Guangxi Garden and help your sister.”

Chu Qingshuang was eager to go, “What about here?”

“Our porcelain is ready, it’s fine.”

Chu Qingshuang smiled, “Then let’s go.”

The two left cheerfully, leaving Yan Yanrong fuming alone.

At Guangxi Garden.

Chu Qingzhi continued painting under the shade of a tree. So far, one-third of the exhibition paintings were ready, and she expected to finish by tomorrow.

The festival’s preparations were progressing rapidly, set to complete by tomorrow.

The day after was for stocking up.

The day after that, the food festival would officially open.

Tang Jinghong admired Chu Qingzhi’s painting, “Looking at your painting, everyone will surely remember the name of this shop.”

“That’s the effect I’m aiming for.” Chu Qingzhi added color to a painting of a pleasure boat, belonging to a business that sold such boats and was doing very well.

“What will you paint next?”

Chu Qingzhi pointed to her plan, “Rouge.”

“How will you paint that?”

”1’11 start with an ugly crying woman, then paint a beautiful woman using the products. The contrast will make a lasting impression.”

Tang Jinghong paused, “You’re out of paint. Shall I prepare some for you?”

Chu Qingzhi pointed to a nearby room, “The paint workshop sponsored some paints. They’re in that room.”

“There’s someone sponsoring this?”

“Yes, there’s everything. The house is filled with all kinds of stuff.”

Tang Jinghong opened the room, which was filled like a warehouse with neatly organized items. He fetched the paints for Chu Qingzhi.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to finish everything, will you?”

“Anything left over after the festival can be returned to the shopkeepers. We won’t keep anything here.”

“Very thoughtful planning.”

News of the food festival had reached the capital.

Upon hearing this, Fan Yuru immediately expressed her desire to join the excitement, tired of the monotony in the capital.

In the pavilion.

Fan Yuru approached Fan Jingxu, “Jingxu, let’s talk.”

Fan Jingxu, the third son of General Fan, was about fourteen or fifteen years old. Like Fan Yuru, he yearned to roam the world and live a life of adventure. “Second sister, you didn’t stand up for me last time when father forced me into marriage!”

Could she dare? At fifteen, if she spoke up, wouldn’t that be inviting trouble for herself?

“Can I help you next time?”

Fan Jingxu glanced at Fan Yuru skeptically. “Can I trust your word?” He paused, “Well, considering you’re my second sister, I’ll listen to what you have to say.”

Fan Yuru poked Fan Jingxu playfully. “I want to go to Shuiyun County. Can you talk to father about it?”

Fan Jingxu objected, “You’re a girl, why go so far? What for?”

Fan Yuru was indignant. “Just because I’m a girl, I can’t travel far? Who made that rule?!1‘ She quickly changed tack, “How about we go together?”

Fan Jingxu was somewhat tempted, having not traveled for a long time.

Fan Yuru suggested, “You tell father you’re going to visit Brother Tang, and I’ll go with you to broaden my horizons..”

The Fan family’s intelligence network was connected to Tang Jinghong’s and was very powerful. There was no way for Fan Yuru to escape unnoticed.

Fan Jingxu said, “Father won’t agree to you leaving the capital.”

Fan Yuru begged, “Just try, please.”

Fan Jingxu knew General Fan too well; he would never agree to Fan Yuru leaving the capital. “I can’t help. You should ask him yourself.”

If he dared to suggest it, he would surely face a torrent of scolding.

Fan Yuru knew her father too well, which was why she had approached Fan Jingxu in a roundabout way. “Then help me think of a plan.”

“Why not ask Yuan Hongjun for help?”

“Why would I do that?”

“He was asking about your preferences before. I think he might be interested in you.”

Fan Yuru was stunned..