After everyone had taken their seats, Nan Feng poured them each a cup of tea, showing great generosity.
Mo Wenxuan glanced at Ye Ge again.
He didn’t usually interact with Ye Ge much. His impression of Ye Ge was mostly that he was ugly and taciturn. But after their interaction today, he felt that Ye Ge was not to be underestimated.
Ye Ge had a clear mind, wide knowledge, measured words, and impressive strength.
Once the noodles arrived, Nan Feng and Ye Ge started eating and chatting, not sparing Mo Wenxuan a glance.
Mo Wenxuan could feel his pride gradually dissolving.
It seemed like there was a dull ache in his chest.
…
The carriage traveled quite fast and arrived at Da Ping Village while it was still light. Since the driver at Mo Wenxuan’s home was the first to return, the news of the official’s impending arrival had already reached the village head. He immediately summoned half the village to greet the official at the village entrance.
Wan Jian’an finally felt appreciated and was quite satisfied with Da Ping Village.
The inspection was expected to take two days, so Wan Jian’an needed to stay overnight. Naturally, he would stay at the village head’s home, who had even slaughtered a pig to treat Wan Jian’an.
Nan Feng felt that today’s task was finally completed. She was about to go home with Ye Ge when the village chief stopped her.
Nan Feng thought the village chief was going to invite them to stay for dinner, especially since he had slaughtered a pig, but the village chief simply told Nan Feng, “You two come over early tomorrow. We are accompanying the official to inspect the mountain.”
Nan Feng swallowed, looking at the fat roast pig in the courtyard, but said nothing.
She wasn’t interested in the village chief’s things.
…
The next day, Nan Feng was up bright and early again.
By the time she arrived at the village head’s house, Ye Ge was already there.
Mo Wenxuan came out first. When he opened the door, he first saw Nan Feng, but Nan Feng quickly diverted her gaze.
Ye Ge nodded at him but said nothing else.
They waited until Wan Jian’an came out.
The day’s itinerary was accompanying Wan Jian’an around the village, observing the local terrain, and then heading to the rice fields. The rice fields of each household in Da Ping Village were concentrated in one area. If the reservoir could be successfully built, the whole village would benefit.
Because the village chief was there today, he took on introducing the village life.
Nan Feng and the others just needed to follow behind.
As they walked, Nan Feng complained inwardly. She found this whole situation incredibly boring: She couldn’t chat, she had to follow obediently, and she couldn’t fidget.
She walked, silently complaining to the heavens.
Unfortunately, Wan Jian’an abruptly turned around to ask her, “Nan Feng, I’m wondering… hey, what’s wrong? Why do you keep looking up at the sky?”
Thinking that it might rain, Wan Jian’an, who understood a bit about weather, also looked up at the sky.
The sky was blue, the clouds were white, there were no signs of rain.
But since Wan Jian’an was looking up, the village chief, thinking there was something in the sky, naturally followed suit. When the village chief looked up, so did Mo Wenxuan, and even Ye Ge.
Nan Feng: “…”
All Wan Jian’an wanted was to see her faucet.
Wan Jian’an asked Nan Feng, “Where is the faucet you made?”
Before Nan Feng could answer, the village chief, eager to take credit, pointed to a vegetable field not far away and said, “Sir Official, it’s over there.”
“Good, I will go and see it today.”
…
At first, Wan Jian’an didn’t hold much expectation for Nan Feng’s faucet. But after closely examining it in the vegetable field, his eyes lit up, “The old saying goes: ’water flows downward.’ But your faucet can make water flow up. It’s really amazing! How did you come up with this idea?”