Ye Youlan's daily life of traveling through time

Chapter 268 Confirming Identity

Yunniang pushed the cake in front of Qiao Luochuan: "Sister-in-law is trying to please me, eat it!"

Qiao Luochuan didn't say anything. He picked up a pancake and dipped it in the sauce. It still tasted the same. He felt very complicated.

The next day, Yunniang asked her maid to send five pounds of pork and some snacks and dried fruits to Qiao Ling's house. Mrs. Qiao looked at the return gift and felt a little proud. She only paid a little and gained so much.

Song Wen was going to Yangcheng again, this time with Feng Xiaoyu. When he went out, he happened to meet Qiao Ling and the embroiderer delivering goods.

Qiao Ling walked straight past them. Song Wen felt a little embarrassed, and Feng Xiaoyu just smiled. The little girl's mood changed quickly and she was always in a different state, so there was no need to pay attention to her.

Ye Youlan was at the mansion when Qiao Luochuan mentioned the caravan. Everything was going smoothly. Linzhou's goats were particularly popular, but shipping them was a hassle. If demand outstripped supply, counterfeit Linzhou goats would appear, ruining Linzhou's reputation.

"A truck can only carry six sheep at most, and the transportation cost is very high, so the store will raise the price, and diners can't afford it."

Ye Youlan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we form a sheep-herding team? A team of four or five people can herd a hundred or more sheep. Although this way we waste a lot of time on the road, the mutton will be firmer and taste better."

Qiao Luochuan's eyes lit up: "What a good idea! Drive the sheep to the transfer point and then use horse-drawn carriages to send them to various towns. This way, the cost will be reduced and some people will have something to do."

"This work is quite hard. I can pay you a little more. I can drive the sheep over and ask them to bring back some more goods when I come back."

Qiao Luochuan was about to do it, and Ye Youlan asked him why Song Wen went to Yangcheng this time?

"He took five days off. He heard his mother-in-law was not feeling well, so he took his wife back to see her."

Oh!

Ye Youlan thought that no matter what, it would be better to keep an eye on Song Wen. Others didn't believe in rebirth, but she couldn't help but believe it. She asked Song Wen if he had been painting or writing recently.

Qiao Luochuan shook his head. He was very busy every day and had no time to pay attention to these activities.

Ye Youlan wrote a letter to Chen Xiaoling, asking her to ask Chen Su if she had any calligraphy or painting works by Song Wen. Someone here wanted to copy them and borrow them for viewing.

Chen Xiaoling also complained to Chen Su that Ye Youlan hadn't written to her for a long time, and every letter she sent was about official business.

Chen Su went to the study and found two of Song Wen's previous works, packed them and had them delivered.

He comforted Chen Xiaoling: "Youlan didn't write to me, can't you write to her?"

Chen Xiaoling said that life in Beijing was too boring. She just ate and drank every day and had no interest in writing.

Song Wen went to Yangcheng and was out with County Magistrate Feng for a day, while Feng Xiaoyu was at home talking with her mother.

Feng Xiaoyu blushed so quickly when her mother asked if her daughter was pregnant.

Feng's mother was a little worried because her son-in-law was so outstanding, so it would be better for him to get pregnant as soon as possible.

"Is your son-in-law treating you well?"

"My husband treats me very well."

Mother Feng was anxious: "I'm talking about that aspect, okay?"

Feng Xiaoyu's face flushed and her heart beat fast. She and her husband were pretty harmonious in that regard, weren't they? It wasn't every day, but every now and then. Her husband was so busy, and she felt embarrassed to ask for too much.

That evening, Song Wen and County Magistrate Feng returned, along with her uncle, Captain Feng. Their clothes were soaking wet, and their feet were covered in thick mud.

Feng's mother looked disgusted and asked where the three of them had been and whether they had fallen into the ditch.

The three of them took a shower, changed into clean clothes, had a simple meal, and then went back to the study.

Feng Xiaoyu didn't care. She went to bed alone because she was sleepy at night. When she woke up the next day, her husband had gone out again. This time, he didn't bring County Magistrate Feng with him, but Captain Feng.

After five days back, Song Wen was away for three days. On the way back to Gucheng, Feng Xiaoyu curiously asked him what he was doing.

Song Wen's eyes lit up, and he was very excited. He took Feng Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Don't ask so many questions. Good days are waiting for us anyway."

Feng Xiaoyu was a little shy. She told Song Wen: "Actually, I am very satisfied with my life now."

Song Wen released her hand, lifted the curtain, and looked out at the empty fields. He said calmly, "I'm not satisfied. I want to take you to the capital and live a life of luxury."

Feng Xiaoyu couldn't help but frown. She didn't understand why her husband wanted to return to the capital after leaving it.

"Wherever my husband goes, I go!"

Song Wen seemed very satisfied with Feng Xiaoyu's obedience. He sat down, hugged Feng Xiaoyu in his arms, and patted his legs: "If you are tired, lie on my legs and rest for a while."

When Song Wen returned, the calligraphy and paintings sent by Chen Su also arrived. Ye Youlan asked Dingxiang to run an errand for Song Wen. First, she wanted to know if Mr. Song had finished painting the Guanyin statue, and second, she wanted a few of Mr. Song's works for her daughter to copy.

Song Wen patted his head. He had been so busy recently that he had forgotten about the Guanyin painting. He hoped that the princess would not mind and give him more time. He picked out a few works from his study and gave them to Dingxiang.

On the day when the official school was on holiday, Ye Youlan hosted a banquet for Jinbao, Zhao Zicheng, and Ding Xiaoshan, and also invited Mr. Li and Mr. Chen.

After dinner, the three children went out to play. Ye Youlan invited the two old gentlemen to the prince's study and took out the calligraphy and painting works of the early and late Song Dynasty, asking the two old gentlemen to see if there were any differences.

According to Ye Youlan's understanding, after rebirth, the new identity will undergo some changes due to the original host. Song Wen is a talented scholar, and Li Zong is a playboy. If Li Zong is reborn, then Song Wen's painting and calligraphy style will definitely change.

The two old gentlemen carefully observed the previous and subsequent works, and after a moment of silence, they spoke, agreeing with Ye Youlan's guess.

"Song Wen's early works were clean, and he was very dedicated to his work, without any distractions. His current works are obviously showy, and his excessive desire has made his paintings tacky and not as pleasing to the eye as before."

"It was simpler before, because of my passion, but now it's become complicated, and I want too much. It seems that Song Wen has really changed a lot since leaving the capital. Perhaps the capital has dealt him too much of a blow."

"I don't like this person very much. I felt that we were not on the same page at first sight. I even warned Luo Chuan to stay away from him."

"Me too."

Ye Youlan couldn't help but speak up for Song Wen: "He has indeed done a lot of practical work since coming to Gucheng, and the official school is also well run."

Mr. Chen looked at Ye Youlan and said, "A person may have ability, but not necessarily character. We are just expressing our own opinions. We might be mistaken."

"No, no. Gucheng is a poor place, and it's really unfair to Mr. Song. I think if he works hard, sooner or later His Majesty will see his talent, and maybe he'll return to the capital in glory next year!"

After confirming the doubts, Ye Youlan wondered, after Li Zong was reborn, why didn't he stay in the capital and start a new life as Song Wen, but came to Gucheng?

Does he want revenge? But every time I meet his gaze, I don't sense any hatred. Is he just pretending well, or is this a misjudgment on my part? Should I give it a try?