364: The Unlucky State Preceptor (3)

The Unlucky State Preceptor (3)

Little Bruiser put down his pen and walked out. "Yes! This is my house! Who are you?"1

The State Preceptor had long found out that Yu Wan had a six or seven-year-old brother. It must be this child. Little Bruiser's facial features took after Yu Shaoqing, and he didn't look like Madam Jiang at all.

The State Preceptor asked, "Is your mother around?"

Little Bruiser said, "No! She went out!"

"Do you know where he went?" The State Preceptor asked.

"I know. You're looking for Mrs. Yu, right? I'll bring you there."

A refined young man walked over.

Little Bruiser's eyes lit up. "Brother Qing Yan!"

Qing Yan was neither a Gu Master nor a sorcerer. There was no suspicious aura on him. At most, he had some martial arts, but he had perfectly suppressed it. He looked no different from an ordinary accountant.

The State Preceptor cupped his hands at him.

Qing Yan returned the greeting and smiled politely. "Are you here to do business with the Yu family? Then you've found the right person. Mrs. Yu is the easiest to talk to."

The State Preceptor replied vaguely.

Qing Yan patted Little Bruiser's head. "Have you finished your homework?"

Little Bruiser stuck out his tongue and hurried back to his room to finish his homework.

"Please lead the way," the State Preceptor said to Qing Yan.

Qing Yan twisted his fingers at him. "I'm the accountant of the workshop. Mrs. Yu trusts me very much. I can help you raise the price later."

If the villagers here were too enthusiastic, it would make people suspicious. It would make sense if they wanted to earn extra money. The State Preceptor took out an ingot.

Qing Yan put it away and reached out to him. The State Preceptor took out another ingot. He revealed a satisfied expression and led the State Preceptor to the back of the mountain.

"Mrs. Yu is digging wild vegetables in the back mountain," Qing Yan said without changing his expression.

Mrs. Yu was indeed digging wild vegetables in the back of the mountain, but it was not Mrs. Yu from the third branch, but from the eldest branch.

Aunt, Aunt Luo from next door, Aunt Bai from the village entrance, and Cui Hua'er from the Hunter family squatted on the ground to dig for wild vegetables. They also picked some wild fruits. In the future, when this mountain was about to be mined, they did not know if there would be any left to dig. So they had to dig more now.

The few of them were digging vigorously and did not notice that someone had arrived not far away.

Qing Yan stopped in his tracks and pointed with his finger. "The one in the green jacket is Mrs. Yu."

Aunt's status was extraordinary. Her clothes were more expensive than ordinary village women, and it was obvious that it was made of good material. Although Aunt was almost forty years old, she had taken good care of herself recently. She was glowing and her face was rosy. She looked a few years younger and really looked like she was in her early thirties.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Yue Gou "accidentally" came over from the path on the other side and greeted Aunt loudly, "Mrs. Yu!"

Aunt was already used to being called Mrs. Yu. When she heard this, she looked up. "Ah Wei's second brother, you're also up the mountain?"

Seeing that Aunt had replied to the call of Mrs. Yu, the State Preceptor believed most of Qing Yan's words. However, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "I heard that there are two madams in the Yu family."

"You want to look for First Madam?" Qing Yan looked surprised. "You should have said so earlier! I'll bring you to see her! However, on account that I've accepted your money, let me remind you that First Madam isn't as easy to talk to as Third Madam. If you want to do business, you still have to look for Third Madam!"

The State Preceptor did not really want to see any madam. He was just confirming if she was Yu Wan's biological mother.

The State Preceptor was a very cautious person after all. Qing Yan's words alone were not enough for him to completely believe. At this moment, an old man carrying a medicine basket walked over and said in an old and hoarse voice, "Why are you still here? Little Feng is looking for you! Don't you have to go to the workshop?"

"Ahem!" Qing Yan cleared his throat and said to the State Preceptor, "Eldest Young Master is looking for me. I should go to the workshop. Do you want to talk business or not? Hurry up."

"Who is he?" The old man pointed at the State Preceptor and asked.

The State Preceptor said, "I was passing by."

The old man waved his hand strangely and squatted down to pick the wild fruits.

"Go ahead and do your work. I'll go look for Mrs. Yu myself," the State Preceptor said.

"Alright, I'll tell you the market price." Qing Yan whispered the supply price of stinky tofu and sour bamboo shoots into the State Preceptor's ear. "It's not that low outside. Don't say that I told you!"

After putting on a show, Qing Yan left the mountain as if he was rushing for work.

The State Preceptor looked at the old man and asked, "Let me ask you something."

"What?" The old man looked up in confusion.

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