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When returning to the New Residence that was just purchased that morning, there were hardly any decorations in the living room, but the Courtyard had four or five rooms fully equipped with beds, blankets, and various daily necessities.
Even the kitchen cabinets and utensils, as well as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, were all present.
Thinking about the spices she had also bought, Ziyan realized she might have gotten a bit too much. However, they would still be needed in the future, so it was fine to store the excess for now.
With this in mind, Ziyan couldn't help but secretly praise: this Strongman Wu Xiang really didn't disappoint her; not only was he strong and attentive, but his eye for selecting items was also impressive.
She found nothing among all the supplies purchased through him that she looked down upon.
After taking a brief tour of each room, Ziyan approached Ling Young Master, who was already sitting alone by the Stone Table in the Courtyard.
On the table was a set of exquisite tea utensils, and at that moment, a delicate fragrance of tea wafted from the teapot.
Standing nearby, Wu Xiang stepped forward and quickly poured a cup of tea for both Ling Yuxuan and Ziyan.
Ziyan picked up a cup and gently inhaled its aroma. "It smells wonderful, Wu Xiang. I didn't expect your taste and judgment to be quite good."
Hearing the compliment, Wu Xiang was taken aback and hurriedly bowed towards Ziyan.
He replied, "It's my duty. I have been personally trained by Mr. Mo since I was young to serve the Young Master well today."
Looking at Ziyan, who blinked her big eyes with a somewhat confused expression, he added flatteringly, "Of course—this also includes Miss Zi."
Speaking of Wu Xiang, he wasn't foolish at all.
Ling Yuxuan's indulgence towards Ziyan, along with Mr. Mo and General Qin's tacit approval, clearly indicated that Miss Zi would eventually become the Young Master's wife.
As a Death Warrior who had signed a life-and-death contract since childhood, it was natural to be loyal to the master as well as to the master’s beloved.
Ziyan had just heard Wu Xiang's response and was about to say something more when Ling Yuxuan beside her swung his arm, pulling her directly into his embrace.
He snatched the cup from her hand and began to feed her tea while casting a cold glare at Wu Xiang, who was still standing there.
Wu Xiang was taken aback and somewhat understood Ling Yuxuan's little selfishness.
It seemed that this Young Master was not just a little protective of Miss Zi, and his jealousy was not to be underestimated.
Wu Xiang made a decision in his heart: in the future, unless there were important matters, he would keep his distance from Miss Zi.
After resting for a moment and seeing everyone arrange the flowers and plants properly, and the little dog secured well, Ziyan could no longer sit still. She hurriedly called everyone over to separate the meat they had bought into several large Wooden Basins and placed them by the ancient well in front of the kitchen door.
Then she instructed someone to bring back the firewood that Wu Xiang had previously called for, setting up a fire pit to roast the pig's head.
Due to its strong odor and difficulty in handling, pig heads were rarely purchased in this ancient society.
This also meant that pig heads could not fetch a good price, and butchers were even less willing to spend time and effort cleaning off the bristles.
In this era, there were no high-tech products like liquefied gas to handle pig heads; they could only use the most primitive method—burning them with fire.
After giving instructions, Ziyan had two clerks roast the three pig heads thoroughly over the fire and scrape them clean, ensuring not a single hair was left behind.
The two clerks nodded seriously in acknowledgment and began their work earnestly.
Once Ziyan finished instructing the clerks, he called Wu Xiang to help him clean the intestines.
Wu Xiang frowned at the sight of the intestines, hesitating for a moment. However, he eventually closed his mouth tightly, squatted down, and began working according to Ziyan's method.
He was reluctant to do this job, but after all, they were his masters!
Seeing so many large and small intestines, Wu Xiang called over another clerk, who also stared at the large basin of intestines and nearly gagged.
After Wu Xiang slapped him on the back of the head, he managed to hold it in, turning red in the face as he held his breath and reached into the basin.
Ziyan glanced at the two of them and couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that they wouldn't be so picky when it came time for dinner.
During this time, Ling Yuxuan remained seated nearby, watching coldly. Ziyan knew that with so many subordinates around, he couldn't ask Ling Yuxuan to do these tasks anymore.
So he stole a glance at Ling Yuxuan, who was leisurely sipping tea, and continued to focus on his work.
Soon, with Wu Xiang's help and that of another young clerk, the three sets of pig intestines were cleaned up.
Ziyan quickly led the two to clear out the three Pig Lungs and three Pig Stomachs.
At the same time, the three pig heads and twelve Pig Trotters were also finished. Ziyan stepped forward to check each one and found that they had indeed been cleaned out completely, spotless!
After washing all the meat, just as Ziyan was instructing Wu Xiang to grind the herbs that they had brought back from Old Man Mo's Jishitang that morning, they heard a series of horse neighs coming from outside the front hall.
To be precise, it seemed someone had pulled too hard on a horse that was still trying to move forward, causing it to let out a long, reluctant neigh.
They could also hear many people talking, especially a crisp and familiar voice. Ziyan looked toward the front hall in confusion.
Suddenly, she spotted her sister Ziying, who was walking in with their mother Zhou, followed by Wu San and Zi Lao Er.
For a moment, Ziyan thought she was hallucinating. After a brief daze, she glanced at Ling Yuxuan's seat and saw Ling Yuxuan smiling back at her.
She immediately understood that Wu San not only went back to get her spices but also brought their parents and sister back with him in a carriage.
Ziyan quickly got up and rushed over to her sister and mother, happily calling out to them.
In an instant, Ziying's mouth was like five hundred ducks quacking away, asking this and that. Ziyan didn't even know which question to answer first!
So she simply smiled silently at her sister and at the equally curious and excited Zi Lao Er and Zhou.
Finally, when Ziying managed to pause her chatter, Ziyan invited them to sit by the Stone Table and poured each of them a cup of tea.
Then she slowly began to speak: After selling the medicinal herbs this morning, she mentioned to Doctor Mo her desire to open a shop. Doctor Mo then suggested lending her money to buy this residence and prepare to sell Braised Meat.
Listening to her fabricate a little story while eating the thorny bamboo shoots, the other three members of the Zi Family couldn't help but feel a bit frightened!
Firstly, borrowing money has to be repaid. Such a large sum—if the business doesn't succeed, how would they repay it?
Secondly, they had lived in the mountains for so long and had never run a business before. They felt both nervous and scared, causing all three of them to become anxious.
Ziyan had her own plans. Not telling them where the money came from was naturally for safety's sake. If they found out she had so much money, they would likely be restless.
They had never seen that much money before, and Ziyan's past experiences with Zhou and Zi Lao Er made her hesitant to take risks again.
Moreover, the Zi Family had a large number of peculiar relatives. Just thinking about how their family was driven deep into the mountains, those people would come to disturb and scheme against them at any time.
If those people found out that they had so much money and had opened a shop to do business, would their family's life still be peaceful?
It was likely that those peculiar relatives would come knocking on their door to cause trouble or seek handouts.
Furthermore, it was naturally to avoid drawing unnecessary attention and trouble.
Thus, considering all of the above, Ziyan decided it was best not to reveal the truth to them for now.
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