Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

Chapter 1634: Chapter 1631 Selling Misery

Tang Dongfeng directly asked what he could do.

Ye Muyu did not hold back; she was a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

“Yes, there is work to be done. I need a sufficient number of weaving machines. By then, we must fool those merchants.

However, I’m afraid they’re watching my every move. So, we’ll do the opposite and make a grand show of it.”

“We want people to know we are building weaving machines, yet don’t want them to dare to meddle.” Tang Dongfeng rubbed his forehead, “We definitely need a bigwig to keep things in check; otherwise, how can we deter those who want to act?”

“No wonder, lady, you need the time.”

Indeed, time is needed. Producing a large number of weaving machines involves not a few issues, and we must guard against outsider schemes. On the surface, it seems like an unsolvable matter.

“I am preparing to enter the palace.” Ye Muyu lifted her teacup and took a sip, painfully deciding to use the favor owed to her by the Dowager Empress. Although it’s somewhat wasteful, using it smartly is better than using it well. To achieve great things, one must be willing to give.

Tang Dongfeng was invigorated: “Lady, I will do my utmost to cooperate with you.”

“Thank you.” With this matter resolved, Ye Muyu felt somewhat relieved.

She invited Tang Dongfeng to stay for dinner, but he was eager, “No need, lady. I would rather go and finalize the workshop right now, and I need to check the situation at your previous small workshop as well.”

Seeing his excitement, Ye Muyu couldn’t help but smile warmly, “Alright, since that’s the case, I won’t stop you. You should go back, rest well, and work again. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Tang Dongfeng left with satisfaction.

In the afternoon, Ye Muyu received a delivery of medical books from the Princess’ Mansion, a lot—two whole boxes.

However, upon opening and checking, she understood the Elder Princess’ intention. Borrowing the pretext of sending books to return a favor, she slipped in books from the Southern Border. The actual number of genuine Southern Border Medical Books was not much, about thirty, and since the books weren’t thick, there weren’t many, either.

Ye Muyu looked at the boxes full of books, which indeed had many rare copies of all kinds, making her chuckle. This would leave people with the impression that she loves books, so most gifts to the residence would likely be books.

In fact, Ye Muyu’s consideration wasn’t unfounded and was about to become a reality.

She had the books all sorted out and placed back on the specially arranged shelves behind the soft couch. In no time, the clean bookshelves were filled with books, making the whole room almost look like a library.

She sorted out the essential thirty medical books and placed them into a wooden box.

The entire afternoon, Ye Muyu was busy with this matter.

When Chu Heng returned in the evening, he saw Ye Muyu diligently writing, while Chu Ziluo was organizing things beside her, also learning the Southern Border script.

Chu Heng strode over; as he approached, Ye Muyu, who was writing, paused, looked up, and seeing him, a smile curved on her lips: “You’re back? Are you tired?”

“Not tired, just the wound is a bit itchy, and it’s inconvenient to see.” Originally, Chu Heng wanted to go through it plainly without worrying her, but seeing her beautiful eyes that seemed to draw him in, he immediately changed his mind and played up his hardship on purpose.

Sure enough, Ye Muyu got anxious, quickly stood up, and led him to the side room.

Chu Ziluo opened her mouth slightly, vaguely hearing Mother’s caring words for Father. Thinking of her parents’ affection, she was overwhelmed with their display and couldn’t help but laugh.