Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 463 - 463: A Matchmaker

Chapter 463: A Matchmaker

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After dinner, Chu Qingzhi went to the old house’s accounting room to check on the golden cherries.

They were all stored in rectangular bamboo baskets, skillfully woven by Chu Rong. They all looked juicy and delicate.

Upon inspecting, Chu Qingzhi found the cherries to be of excellent quality: large, fresh, and uniformly selected without any small ones.

Satisfied, Chu Qingzhi closed the basket lid.

At this moment, Du Xiu’e’s voice came from the courtyard. “Qingzhi, we’re here.”

There were ten villagers waiting at the entrance of the courtyard to help Chu Qingzhi brew beer. It was time for the beer to enter the next process today. Chu Qingzhi was busy during the day, so she moved the time to night.

Chu Qingzhi replied loudly, “Coming.”

She came out to meet everyone and went to the beer workshop.

At Tang Jinghong’s house.

Third Master Lu touched his stomach. Why wasn’t food sent over? Jinghong actually ignored him. Where did this brother go?

Suddenly, footsteps sounded. He was about to get off the bed to look for Tang Jinghong. He immediately sat back on the bed. Then, the door was opened.

Wu Yaqing walked into the room and placed the food box on the table. “It’s time to eat. Are you feeling better?”

Get well quickly. This man was too difficult to serve!

Third Master Lu pretended to be weak and sickly, using his internal energy to make his face paler. He spoke in a cold, slightly feeble voice, “I don’t feel any better, it seems to hurt even more now.”

Wu Yaqing walked over to the bed, concerned upon seeing Lu Sanye’s pale face. It appeared his condition was worsening. “I’ll go call Chu Qingning,” she said.

“No need to trouble the doctor, I’m probably just hungry,” Lu Sanye replied weakly.

Wu Yaqing felt guilty; she had intentionally delayed bringing the meal as she wanted to teach him a lesson, not expecting it to worsen his condition. “I’ll bring your meals earlier next time,” she promised.

Third Master Lu, realizing Wu Yaqing’s ploy but seeing her apparent innocence, said, “Let’s eat then, I can hardly hold on.”

“Okay.” Wu Yaqing hurriedly prepared to feed Third Master Lu.

After his hunger subsided, Third Master Lu began his act. He was still cold and his tone was indifferent. “Do you not want to take care of me?”

A statement that should have sounded aggrieved came across more like a reprimand from him.

Wu Yaqing internally agreed but quickly said, “No, why would you think that?”

Third Master Lu said calmly, “If you don’t want to care for me, you don’t have to come tomorrow.”

Wu Yaqing, looking at Third Master Lu’s feigned toughness, felt even more guilty. “Don’t think nonsense, it’s really not like that.”

Third Master Lu glanced at Wu Yaqing and said, “Your thoughts are all written on your face. Thank you for taking care of me. You really don’t have to come tomorrow.”

Wu Yaqing was a girl who was amenable to coaxing but not coercion. When she heard these words, she thought to herself that she should treat this unlucky man better. Looking at him, she could not bear to be ruthless. “Don’t throw a tantrum. It’s my fault. I should have brought you food earlier and not let you starve in the future.”

Third Master Lu’s face was cold. “Thank you.”

The icicle actually thanked her. It seemed that she had gone too far. No matter what, he was a seriously injured person. “You’re welcome. It’s my duty to take care of you.”

And thus, Wu Yaqing found herself firmly under Third Master Lu’s control.

At the back of the house.

Tang Jinghong was busy planting begonias late into the night. After a while, he called over Wen Shaoyuan and asked, “You saw that girl, didn’t you?”

Wen Shaoyuan, slightly shy, nodded his head and said, “Yes, I saw her.”

As Tang Jinghong continued with his gardening, he inquired, “Chu Qingzhi has arranged for you to meet her. What do you think?”

Wen Shaoyuan hesitated, unsure how to respond, and fell silent.

Noticing the silence, Tang Jinghong turned to him and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you not interested?”

“It’s not that, General,” Wen Shaoyuan replied, fumbling with his words. “I’m just wondering… would she be willing to be with me? I’m much older than her.”

At first, he was excited, but after some thought, he questioned whether Hong Yujun, a beautiful girl with a talent for brewing, would be interested in someone like him.

Tang Jinghong chuckled, “Well, why don’t you meet her and find out?”

Wen Shaoyuan, nervously clenching his fists, voiced his concern, “Would meeting me tarnish her reputation?”

Tang Jinghong reassured him, “This matter will be kept between us.”

Wen Shaoyuan agreed, “I’ll follow your arrangement, General.”

After finishing the next step in the beer brewing process, Chu Qingzhi returned home and went to Hong Yujun’s room. Hong Yujun was studying the fruit wine recipe that Chu Qingzhi had given her.

Sitting beside Hong Yujun, Chu Qingzhi asked, “Are you getting used to everything here?”

Hong Yujun nodded and looked gratefully at Chu Qingzhi, “I’m very comfortable here, thank you, Qingzhi, for considering so much for me.”

Chu Qingzhi, changing the subject, said, “Yujun, a friend sent me a letter, suggesting I take you to meet someone.”

She handed a piece of paper to Hong Yujun. “This is about the man. Take a look, and if you’re okay with it, we’ll go meet him. If not, we won’t.”

Hong Yujun’s face flushed with a hint of nervousness as she began to read the letter.

Chu Qingzhi stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the blue hydrangeas outside, shimmering under the moonlight.

Her divine sense reached out to Tang Jinghong’s courtyard, where she happened to see Tang Jinghong talking with Wen Shaoyuan.

Wen seemed like a reliable and secure man, exactly what Hong Yujun needed. Besides, they seemed well-matched in appearance.

Hong Yujun finally spoke up, a bit embarrassed, “I would like to meet him.”

Chu Qingzhi turned around, “We’ll leave from home later when it’s quieter. It’s better if fewer people know about this; don’t tell anyone else.”

Aware of how quickly gossip could spread in the village, Chu Qingzhi wanted to avoid any undue scandal for Hong Yujun.

Hong Yujun pursed her lips and nodded. “Ok.”

After everyone in the house had gone to bed, Chu Qingzhi took Hong Yujun out.

The meeting place was set in the courtyard of the old house, a scenic spot with a table, chairs, and a hibiscus tree.

Tea and snacks were arranged on the table, along with a lamp. Tang Jinghong and Wen Shaoyuan were already seated there.

“Jinghong,” Chu Qingzhi called out as she entered the courtyard with Hong Yujun.

Tang Jinghong looked up and glanced at the two of them with a smile. “Come and sit.”

Chu Qingzhi held Hong Yujun’s hand and sat on the remaining two stools at the table.

Hong Yujun, having grown up in a brothel, was bold in her gaze. She looked past Tang Jinghong and focused on Wen Shaoyuan.

Wen Shaoyuan, however, was extremely shy, looking down, unable to meet anyone’s gaze, much like an ostrich..