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Yu Chunmiao stared at her grandmother in astonishment, not expecting her to still have a sharp tongue at this age.
Seeing the two about to argue, Qi Chong quickly interjected, "Let's talk about planting tobacco."
Pei Qingxuan pouted and muttered, "I won't stoop to your level, little girl."
When it came to planting tobacco, that was his area of expertise. He began explaining from seedling cultivation to drainage, pest control, pruning side branches, harvesting, and curing the tobacco.
As he spoke, Qi Chong took notes but found the brush too slow for his liking. He grabbed Yu Chunmiao's goose quill instead.
"What a unique choice of pen! Whose idea was this?" Pei Qingxuan looked at the quill with curiosity.
It was rare to see something so unusual. Zeng Yulan finally seized the opportunity to tease them.
Pei Qingxuan noticed Zeng Yulan's beautiful face, sitting quietly with a serene and gentle demeanor, and was surprised by her quick wit. He decided not to engage with her further.
At that moment, Pei Qingxuan only had a good impression of Qi Chong. "Brother Qi, you mentioned you're from Qiongzhou Prefecture? Write down your address for me; I'll visit when I have time."
Qi Chong was busy writing furiously. "Okay, but don’t talk; I’m still on the spacing between plants."
"Then let me repeat myself," Pei Qingxuan cleared his throat and prepared to speak again.
"No need," Qi Chong replied without looking up. "Also, tea tastes best when brewed properly. You haven't tried it yet, so you wouldn't understand."
Pei Qingxuan's expression froze as he glanced at Zeng Yulan, who was laughing unabashedly.
Qi Chong didn’t let up: "As my Qing Niangzi says, without investigation, one has no right to speak. Pei Gengjiao should taste the finest Qingming Tea himself before making comparisons."
Watching him write and speak at a steady pace while keeping his ink from smudging made Pei Qingxuan admire him even more.
Yu Chunmiao knew that although her grandmother wasn't a master in the past, she was quite skilled in stir-frying green tea leaves. If she put her mind to it, she could elevate this tea art and leave a mark in the history of the Da Sheng Kingdom.
After wrapping everything up, Qi Chong shook his sore hand and said to Yu Chunmiao, "Pack up; we’re heading home tomorrow."
"Are we leaving already?" Pei Qingxuan seemed reluctant.
"Yes," Qi Chong replied. "You said planting seedlings starts in January, and there’s still much bamboo and straw to prepare. Plant Ash compost will kill pest eggs; there’s so much to do. I need to get ready. Thank you, Pei Gengjiao."
They walked slowly along the road, having already delayed their journey by several days; Qi Chong felt an urgent desire to return home.
He respectfully bowed to Pei Qingxuan with a ninety-degree bow and extended his arms in greeting.
This was a grand gesture, a sign of respect towards the teacher. Pei Qingxuan had thought that Qi Chong disliked him because of their discussion about tea, but he was pleasantly surprised to find the man so courteous.
Zeng Yulan, with her keen eyes, noticed the slight astonishment on his face and proudly remarked, "He is quite reasonable, unlike some people."
Yu Chunmiao observed her grandmother's expressive demeanor and eloquence, which was a stark contrast to her previous life. In her past existence, Zeng Yulan was not exactly shy or reserved, but she was far from cheerful. Since childhood, Yu Chunmiao had seen her often sighing and frowning.
Now, however, she was quick to retaliate against grievances without a hint of restraint. In her last life, Zeng Yulan had experienced the sorrow of raising her granddaughter alone after losing her own child, which naturally made her life burdensome.
This time was different; after being reborn and encountering a wealthy granddaughter, she felt as if Old Tian Ye was rewarding her. There was no reason for her to feel even a hint of unhappiness.
As they departed, Pei Qingxuan mulled over the phrase "reasonable" and the saying: "No investigation, no right to speak," which he found increasingly profound. Looking back at the shelves filled with books, he realized that each one represented knowledge accumulated over generations by farmers or lessons brought back by envoys from foreign lands; conclusions could not simply be drawn from sitting in this small room.
He excelled in tobacco cultivation, and while many in the north were skilled in it, he had already grasped its intricacies. He no longer needed to prove himself here; instead, he felt his talents were wasted in this place.
Thus, he decided it would be better to venture elsewhere. Scholars could also live freely and boldly. He burst out of the door and caught up with Qi Chong.
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