Chapter 840： Yield is too low

Chapter 840 Production is too low

By the time the family had had enough to eat and drink, the heavy rain outside almost stopped.

Maybe she was full at night, Ye Muyu casually said that she was too full to sleep and needed to walk, so Chu Heng grabbed her to bed.

The night was ambiguous, and in the end, Ye Muyu didn't know when she fell asleep.

The coming days.

Ye Muyu was training those people in the shop.

Five days later, the Meimian Rouge shop finally opened.

Ye Muyu only needs to research new products, and there are other workshops for those who actually make products.

Ye Muyu was busy all day before the market opened.

After taking a good rest at night, I felt better the next day.

"Ah Heng, let's go see Zhuangzi in a while." This delay will be in mid-November.

It rarely snows in the south of the Yangtze River, but when you wake up in the morning, the ground is covered with silver frost.

Chu Heng stepped forward to grab her hand, feeling the coolness, and frowned slightly: "Put on more in a while, I don't know what's going on when I go to Zhuangzi, if something happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a day."

"Okay, then I will ask Aunt Hu to bring an extra set of clothes and gloves."

"The hand warmer is also brought."

The two of them are preparing to go out and salute.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by Steward Luo's voice: "Master, Madam, I have something to report."

"What's the matter?" Chu Heng opened the door and asked.

Butler Luo hurried forward: "It was a man at the door who said that he came to thank the wife of the family for saving her life..."

"Men?" Chu Heng uttered these two words, even though it was obviously normal, but there was a sense of coldness in it.

Ye Muyu patted his forehead: "Ah, I remembered, when I went to pick you up when it was raining two nights ago, I met an injured person in a roadside alley, and asked Han Zhuang to take him to Hefeng Medicine Shop Well, I forgot him."

Hearing that it was Han Zhuang, Chu Heng looked a little better.

Hearing Ah Yu's reaction again, especially the two words 'forget', he narrowed his eyes slightly to cover up the lightness inside.

"Since I forgot, there is no need to ask him to thank you. If you really want to repay the life-saving grace, just leave the medical expenses."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he sent people away.

Steward Luo glanced at Ye Muyu, seeing that her face was calm and still soft, she must have no objection, so she bowed down to deal with the matter.

After leaving, I couldn't help thinking, no wonder the master loves his wife because the wife is also good to the master.

Sure enough, the feelings between people are mutual, and he also thought of going to the street to buy some gifts for his old wife.

Ye Muyu didn't care about the rescued man.

Ling'er wanted to stay at home with the fungus. She didn't intend to take the children with her, but when Ziluo heard that she was going to Zhuangzi, she insisted on following.

Ye Muyu thought about it and didn't refuse.

The three got into the carriage.

The horse-drawn carriage does not run slowly. This time, I will go to the nearest Luzhuang, which is in Dazhu Village, my natal family.

There was nothing to do along the way, Ye Muyu thought about it, and took out Lu Zhuang's account book in advance to look at it.

After reading the account book, she frowned slightly. This Luzhuang is not small, with 50 to 60 mu of land, including some mountains, fertile land, and a house.

It stands to reason that this area is almost as large as the size of a dozen ordinary households in the countryside, and it should have a lot of output. However, this Luzhuang grows tea and does not know how to grow it, so that the tea is sold every year. In the past, the silver taels earned were only a few dozen taels.

"What's the matter? Are you unhappy?" Chu Heng turned his gaze away from the caravan's daily report, saw her sigh, and asked with concern.

(end of this chapter)