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"Let's go!" He handed his exam supplies to Anan, and the two headed towards the inn.
Anan hesitated, thinking that with his young master's talent, the Provincial Examination would surely not be a problem, so he decided not to ask.
Next came the waiting period. Once the results of the Provincial Examination were released, those who passed would move on to the next round, the County Examination. Only by passing the County Examination could one truly be considered a Scholar, marking the first step into the imperial examination system.
For these candidates who had studied hard for ten years, the waiting process was the most agonizing. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as they sat anxiously, filled with both tension and anticipation.
De Fu Restaurant was filled with students engaged in lively discussions. Some sought to promote their own reputations, while others tried to mask their inner unease.
This had nothing to do with Yang Yichen, who quietly studied in his room. In the dark of night, he was a master of information.
"Master, everything is well at home; Madam is safe!" Anan released a Messenger Pigeon that had just arrived and reported its contents to Yang Yichen.
The young man remained silent for a long time before asking, "What about Ten Li Pu?"
"Ah? Oh! Everything is normal at Miss Liu's place as well. More and more people from this period have been seeking her help with house repairs. The villagers really like her; her reputation has spread to nearby villages."
His master's concern was indeed silent; Liu Qingxi had no idea how things were going.
In a family like the Yangs, a thirteen-year-old boy's mind was far from ordinary. After such a long time, Anan could not help but realize that the girl had already taken residence in his young master's heart.
"Mm!" In the cold darkness of night, his icy expression cracked slightly, revealing a hint of a smile that shone brightly in the dim candlelight.
Only at this moment did Yang Yichen feel genuine happiness from within.
"Master, after all these years, why don't you deal with those people at home?" Anan truly could not understand why his young master had the ability to manage the women in his household but allowed them to create disturbances.
"Let them make noise for now; it's just for Mother to play with. You all just keep an eye out and make sure nothing goes wrong!" A hint of a terrifying aura unexpectedly accompanied the smile on the boy's lips.
"Yes, Master, rest assured; Madam is absolutely safe!"
Well, it seems that the master's thoughts are indeed beyond my guessing, Anan silently reflected.
In fact, Yang Yichen understood Madam Wen's inner turmoil. It stemmed from her inability to protect her son during his youth, which led him to suffer greatly. If it weren't for her desire for revenge and the satisfaction of seeing those women cry, she might have lost all motivation to carry on.
Over the past few years, he had secretly sought countless renowned doctors, but Madam Wen's health was too severely compromised; she needed to recuperate slowly.
In the last two years, supported by her unwavering determination and nourished by various medicinal dishes, Wen Suling's health had improved significantly. If she continued this way for a few more years, she would likely return to a near-normal state.
Of course, Yang Yichen would not explain these reasons to his subordinates, nor did he intend to.
As a subordinate, Anan knew what questions to ask and what not to pry into; he simply needed to follow the master's orders.
"Go get some rest early!"
Afterward, Anan gently closed the door. In the dark night, the stars twinkled like the bright eyes from his memories.
He gazed at a 45-degree angle for a long time, the sharp features of a face leaving an impression in his mind. After a while, the window was shut, blocking out the autumn chill.
At the desk sat a slender figure engrossed in reading. Long eyelashes cast faint shadows on a handsome face. If one looked closely, they would see that the youth was not studying the Strategy Essay required for the Imperial Examination.
Instead, he was reading a book about the distribution of various countries and the mechanisms of the current court.
Meanwhile, Liu Qingxi had won over Zhang Sanyou and others' hearts. In just a short time, he helped several families repair their homes based on a two-to-three household ratio and earned widespread praise.
When they received their hefty wages, the big men could only feel admiration.
"Qingxi, isn't this payment a bit too much?" Zhang Dafuku asked with some trepidation.
A full hundred coins—a sum they could hardly dare to imagine.
"Uncle Zhang, don't say that. We will have plenty of opportunities to cooperate in the future. If it weren't for you all, I wouldn't be able to do any of this. I have an idea in mind!"
"You!" Zhang Sanyou represented the others.
Since Zhang Sanyou was the first to follow Liu Qingxi, he had subtly become the leader among them, even though he was only a few steps ahead of the others.
"Uncles, have you considered that if we only rely on helping others repair their houses, we won't make much money? Most of our clients are just people from nearby villages.
But there are only so many houses to repair; we can't keep doing this forever. Eventually, all the houses will be fixed. What will we do then?"
"What should we do???" This question left everyone speechless.
Indeed, for them, the contributions from Ten Wen were already a significant blessing, and they were too busy enjoying themselves to think about future problems.
It was only after Liu Qingxi brought it up that everyone realized the seriousness of the situation.
The group looked at the young girl before them with hopeful eyes.
The thirteen-year-old girl was thin and truly just a child in their eyes, yet inexplicably, they all trusted her.
"Since you uncles believe in me, I'll be straightforward with my idea!"
Everyone nodded in agreement as Liu Qingxi continued:
"I don't plan to just help others repair houses anymore; I want to build houses! Beautiful, sturdy, and affordable houses. If you are willing to follow me, you will all be in charge in the future!"
The girl's ambitious words seemed so incredible and distant at that moment, but her deep-seated confidence made everyone believe she could achieve it.
"Alright, Qingxi! I'm going to follow you!" Zhang Sanyou suddenly stood up straight, determined!
"We'll do it too!"
They were determined. If a girl could do it, why couldn't these strong men? It was no big deal!
In a certain unknown village three years later, a girl vowed to lead everyone toward their own prosperous path.
At the moment those ordinary farmers decided to follow her, the gears of fate began to change.
And because of the arrival of a soul from a distant place, many people's destinies were altered.
At this moment, the men were filled with ambition, raising their arms and shouting for themselves.
In the following days, they worked with even more enthusiasm. Following Liu Qingxi's instructions, they no longer hid the methods for repairing houses. Whenever someone asked, they would answer openly:
"This is very simple; the main materials are common weeds, bamboo, branches, and tree trunks. The methods are basically these."
Their patient explanations made others exclaim, "What honest people! In other places, this method would be kept secret for so long!"
The words of these men gained the approval of their neighbors: "We will also build new houses. Adding bamboo strips and wheat straw directly into the structure makes it sturdier! It can last for decades without damage!"
"We believe!" After all, the fact that they could repair houses was evident.
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