Chapter 725: Chapter 725: Departure
“Deal.” Yang Ye briskly accepted the silver note.
Anyway, this was also a deal for Qiao Xiaomai to make money.
“Oh right, Tong Sanlang is going to Changyi Prefecture City to take the examinations. He may have set off by this time. Those dried sweet potatoes you ordered should be made by Miss Qiao’s parents. ”
“Parents? Has Miss Qiao’s mother returned?” Yang Wang was surprised.
“Yes, she’s back.” Yang Ye nodded.
He inwardly rolled his eyes countless times. This Yang Wang, who warmly calls her Miss Xiaomai in person, had been thinking behind the scenes about how to deal with Qiao Xiaomai’s mother. This schizophrenia is really…
He couldn’t help but sigh.
“Forget it, let’s talk about it after Tong Sanlang finishes his examinations.” Yang Wang shook his head.
Yang Ye was speechless.
Are you out of your mind, what difference does it make?
Next, Yang Ye spoke a lot of nonsense. After seeing Yang Wang off, he slumped in his chair, wearier than before.
Being around such a crazy person was mentally exhausting.
After thinking about it, he decided to write another letter to Guard Xiaoyang.
He sent the letter via the postal station as an urgent delivery. By tomorrow, Qiao Xiaomai would receive it.
Qiao Xiaomai was packing her clothes. She was staying in the Prefecture City for a month, and then the weather would turn cold in one month’s time. She had to bring more clothes.
There was also bedding. She didn’t plan to stay at an Inn, she intended to rent a small courtyard. Therefore, she had to bring her own bedding.
As for pots and pans, she would buy new ones at that time, costing only a few taels of silver. Qiao Changshun and Zhuang Luhe, who insisted that she bring everything including face wash and foot soaks with her, were firmly declined by her.
There was also another important matter. If she were away for a month, she cannot boil sweet potatoes with Spiritual Spring water.
If dried sweet potatoes were to be sold at a high price of three hundred wen per jin, the quality must be guaranteed. She had neglected this issue before. Now that she was about to leave, she urgently conducted an experiment: she steamed some sweet potatoes without boiling them.
Such steamed sweet potatoes were not as delicious as those boiled, because the boiled ones had been soaked in the Spiritual Spring water.
Therefore, Qiao Xiaomai specifically instructed Zhuang Luhe and Qiao Changshun that when she and Tong Sanlang are not there, either lower the price of the dried sweet potatoes, or simply not make it.
Upon hearing about lowering the price, Qiao Changshun and Zhuang Luhe immediately refused. In that case, they decided to simply not make it.
In any case, the winter was long, and they would have nothing to do during their leisure time on the farm. They could make it slower then.
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That’s how this matter was settled.
On the day of departure, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang got on the bullock cart driven by Qiao Changshun. On the bullock cart, there was a wooden box holding their clothes, bedding, and books.
As for the Tong Family, no one came to see them off.
There were people in town running this route to the Prefecture City as a business. One trip cost five taels of silver and took about five days.
Tong Sanlang chose a clean horse carriage and moved the wooden box onto the carriage, then said goodbye to Qiao Changshun.
Qiao Changshun had already given countless reminders along the way. Now seeing the two standing in front of him, he just said, “Make sure you return safe and sound.”
Whether or not they pass the examinations is no longer important. As long as the two of them return safely in a month’s time.
“Dad, don’t worry, my Kung Fu is good.” Tong Sanlang reassured him.
Upon hearing that, Qiao Changshun smiled and waved his hand, “You all should set off. It’s getting late.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice suddenly heard from afar, “Miss Qiao, Master Tong, wait!” It was the voice of Xiaoyang the Guard.
Yang Ye’s letter has arrived.