Transmigrated as a Stepmother: Time to Bring the Family to Prosper!-Chapter 340 - 339: The Master Seems to Be Seriously Ill

Chapter 340: Chapter 339: The Master Seems to Be Seriously Ill

Liu Family Village.

After dinner, Da Lang Brothers and Sisters came to the entrance, staring at the road at the village entrance, hoping to see Mother’s silhouette.

Sanlang squatted on the ground, holding a stone in his hand, and drew a line on the ground: "Mother has been away for four days."

Si Niang glanced at her elder brothers, thinking of her!

After Liu Ji helped Gongliang Liao into the house to rest, he came out to find the four children, only to see them turn their troubled eyes back at him and say: "Father, Mother has been away for four days."

Liu Ji blinked, only four days?

Why does he feel like that troublesome woman has been away for half a month?

The first day she left, he was jubilant.

The second day she left, he occasionally felt a bit lost.

The third day she left, he missed her.

The fourth day she left, damn it, he still missed her!

"Cough cough!" Liu Ji was startled by his own thoughts, quickly pretending to cough twice to regain his senses, and waved the four little rascals inside.

But seeing their pitiful looks with heads hanging down, he comforted them: "Maybe she’ll be back tomorrow."

The four siblings looked helplessly at their father, Second Lang counting on his fingers:

"Going to the Prefecture takes two days, discussing matters midway takes at least another two days, returning takes two days, if Mother returns alone, at the earliest she’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Father, how did you learn arithmetic, can’t you figure this out?"

Sanlang repeated: "Can’t you figure this out?"

Si Niang with a face full of innocence: "Can’t figure it out?"

Liu Ji took a deep breath, looked at these disrespectful children, suppressing the anger reaching his crown, and growled:

"Each of you wants to rebel, huh? Get back inside and sleep!"

Da Lang sighed helplessly, "Father, don’t use foul language, this is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Liu Ji raised his hand as if to strike, and the four siblings suddenly darted away.

The yard suddenly turned quiet, Liu Ji looked at the sky, the ground, and his own raised hand, reluctantly put it down, glanced at the empty room, suddenly feeling incomplete for not having been scolded or beaten today.

Ah Wang appeared ghost-like, "Master, the hot water is ready."

Seeing Ah Wang, Liu Ji suddenly felt like he met a savior, grabbed Ah Wang’s hand, "Come, slap me hard, no need to hold back."

Saying this, he held Ah Wang’s hand ready to slap himself.

Huh? Can’t move it!

Ah Wang expressionlessly pulled his hand back, took two steps back, suspiciously examined the master willingly looking to be slapped, tentatively asked: "Master, should I call a doctor for you?"

Liu Ji looked at the hand Ah Wang withdrew, suddenly feeling empty inside, finally slapped himself, strangely still not satisfied, feeling even emptier inside.

Ah Wang, who witnessed the whole thing, was greatly shocked inside!

When Madam returns, he must tell her, Master seems to have a serious illness.

"Achoo!"

Parted from the convoy and walked ahead alone, Qin Yao still traveling at night, suddenly sneezed as the cold wind blew from behind.

Rubbed her nose, and it was fine.

"Is it Liu Ji causing trouble for me again?" Qin Yao suspiciously murmured.

The only response was the tired snorting protest from the horse beneath her.

Qin Yao looked up, the small town was just ahead, scattered lights flickering. She quickly patted Old Huang beneath her, "Hang in there, once we reach the inn I’ll get you something tasty."

The horse seemed to understand human nature, and ran again, carrying her to the shabby inn in the town, refusing to move another step.

Qin Yao amusedly dismounted, entered the store, opened a guest room, rested for the night, and set off again the next morning, arriving at Jinshi Town by noon.

Passing the fork near Ding Family Manor, Qin Yao suddenly remembered the good patch of land the village chief mentioned last time.

Though knowing it’s highly probable the owner already sold the land, she was compelled to turn the horse around to take a look.

The sorghum and rice initially planted in the fields had been harvested, only the bare roots remaining.

The neighboring field had been tilled, ready for sowing wheat. But these seventy acres of good land were still not plowed.

Qin Yao found it odd, why did it look unattended?

Upon closer inspection, she noticed a bamboo pole erected in the middle of the field, with a white banner hanging, bearing red and yellow runes.

Qin Yao hadn’t seen this before, not understanding its purpose, envied such fertile land, and then rode back toward the village.

This trip to the Prefecture, settled the balance for the last Divine Power Book Box payment, two thousand taels of silver.

After deducting bonuses and commercial taxes for workers and stewards, there was still fifteen hundred taels left.

She and Liu the Carpenter split it, each receiving seven hundred fifty taels of silver.

However, as the stationery gift boxes and new book box orders still required capital for production, she and Liu the Carpenter each left two hundred fifty taels, a total of five hundred taels for factory liquid funds.

So in the end, the silver she could use was only five hundred taels.

This time in the Prefecture bought quite a lot of things, spent ten taels, then reduced the five taels for Liu Ji’s study room construction, along with some guest dining expenses, the remaining balance at home was three hundred eighty taels.

Now adding the newly received five hundred taels, there was a total of eight hundred eighty taels!

After calculating the accounts in her mind, Qin Yao smiled.

Looking back at the acres of fertile land, feeling even more sorry.

A sudden idea struck, stopping her horse, she turned to Wang Family Manor.

"Wang Mawu! Are you home?"

Qin Yao stopped at the gate of Wang Mawu’s house, shouted with a full force.

The voice had strong penetration, instantly startled Wang Mawu napping on the soft couch, bouncing on the spot, his fat trembling all over, nearly disorienting him.

Struggling to regain composure, suspiciously looked at the servant kneeling beside him, "Did you hear Miss Qin’s voice?"

The servant nervously nodded, "Back to Master, it seems we heard."

"Seems? What do you mean by seems!" Wang Mawu’s heart instantly jumped, angrily asked: "Did you hear or not?"

The servant quickly responded: "Heard it!"

Wang Mawu listened carefully, heard nothing, was about to scold them for talking nonsense, but the familiar voice sounded again.

"Wang Mawu! If you don’t respond I’ll come in myself!"

Qin Yao slammed the door ring, making a loud noise.

Behind the door, the house servants instantly became alert, holding sticks nervously at the seemingly sturdy, yet easily breakable door against Qin Yao’s knock, scalp tingling, wondering why this fiend suddenly came to visit.

"Coming, coming! Miss Qin spare my door, please!"

Wang Mawu fluttered his fat, sweating and responding, in the servants’ assistance, rapidly headed towards the gate.

The door creaked open, cautiously only a third, just enough to reveal Wang Mawu’s fawning face: "Miss Qin, what brings you here?"

Amitabha boundless true lord, please don’t let it be trouble!