The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 126 1 Before the Steps, Dripping Until Dawn

"Hey, are you alone?" Yang Biao brought him the grilled lamb skewers and couldn't help but feel curious when he saw him sitting there alone.

"Well, I went to my enlightenment teacher's house, gave him a holiday gift in advance and left." In ancient times, people respected their teachers and gave gifts to their enlightenment teachers during festivals.

Mr. Zhou also asked Manager Xu of the cloth shop to personally deliver Mr. Zhou's New Year gift. Now that he is back to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival, he will deliver the gift himself.

"Are you still studying now?" Yang Biao saw that he spoke politely and behaved properly, so he guessed that he might still be studying.

"No, I passed the provincial examination, but failed the one in Beijing. My family can't afford to continue supporting my studies." The validity period of the Juren here is only three years. If you fail to pass the Jinshi examination after the time expires, you will automatically be demoted to a Xiucai. If you want to go to Beijing to continue taking the examination, you must take the provincial examination again and obtain the Juren document.

"Let me give you a beer." Seeing that he finished the beer in one breath, he might have been feeling unwilling.

"Thank you, remember to add ice cubes!" The man was not polite either. He grabbed a kebab and started biting it. Yang Biao appreciated this very much. If he wanted it, he would accept it. If he didn't want it, he would refuse it. It was straightforward!

"Okay, wait a moment!" Yang Biao smiled and went to fill his beer tank.

"Yes, it's right here." Several girls got out of the car and came to the cake shop. "Pack six egg tarts, ten bags of French fries, and a cream cake for us."

Yang Biao saw those girls holding flyers, they must be customers who came to try the food for free. He smiled and handed them a small wooden piece with a number printed on it, "OK, please take the number plate and go into the shop and wait, and pick up the food with the number plate."

"Xiaodie, let's go in and wait." Seeing that there were many people outside, several girls wanted to sit in the shop and wait. "Xiaodie, come in quickly. There are several large basins of ice here. It's very cool."

"Boss Yang, the flour and eggs have been delivered. Please sign for them!" The things requested from the grocery store arrived. Yang Biao asked the cake shop's owner, Su, to go and inspect the goods while he continued to make milk tea.

"Master, do we still want fresh milk?" Someone came to promote the product, and Shopkeeper Su walked into the operation room and asked Yang Biao.

"Well, I'll go check out the quality." Yang Biao put down the work in his hands, wiped his hands with a clean cloth, walked out of the operation room, turned around and ordered, "Only people who work can enter here, outsiders are not allowed to enter, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" everyone answered in unison.

"When did you squeeze this milk?" Yang Biao poured the sample into a sulfur glass cup and shook it. The milk easily adhered to the wall, dripped into a round shape, and was not easy to disperse. This was fresh milk.

"It was just squeezed this morning, it's very fresh." The man replied with a smile.

"Oh, where is your cattle farm? How many cows do you have?" He had a good impression of the man. He was very tanned and looked very healthy.

"The villa in the north of the city has a large pasture with sixty cows and more than a thousand sheep." In ancient times, cows were used for farming, and the owner who could raise more than sixty cows was either rich or noble.

"Can I go and see the pasture there?" Seeing is believing, Yang Biao still wanted to go and see for himself. He bought six horses, thinking that he would use them to deliver food to the shop in the future.

"Okay, now?" The man saw that there were quite a lot of customers in the shop and guessed that Yang Biao might not go right away.

"Well, sure." Yang Biao thought about it and asked the newly bought guards to bring three horses over. If the milk could be ordered early, he could celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival with peace of mind.

"How are you going?" The man was driving a donkey cart, and Yang Biao wanted to know if he had a horse.

"I have to sell all the fresh milk before I can go back." The man was in a dilemma. The weather was hot and he had to sell all the fresh milk as soon as possible, otherwise it would all go bad.

"Su He, take all his milk." Yang Biao waved his hand and bought the milk he brought, and asked Manager Su to store it with ice to prevent it from spoiling.

"Thank you, boss! Thank you!" The man was very happy. He helped Shopkeeper Su unload the goods, then extended his hand as an invitation, "Boss, please follow me!"

Yang Biao, accompanied by two guards, followed the man to the villa in the north of the city and found that the area was vast and green. The fresh scent of grass was intertwined with the faint smell of cow dung. "Currently, there are nine cows on the ranch producing milk." The man introduced the situation of the villa to him.

"Who are you to the villa?" Yang Biao learned about the general situation of the ranch and wanted to have long-term cooperation, so he asked about his identity.

"This villa is my mother's dowry. It is currently handed over to me to manage. My surname is Ren, and my name is Zhan Le." Ren Zhan Le is the second son in the family and has taken over the villa for less than half a year.

"Were you studying before?" There should be no other reason for him to take over his mother's property when he was in his twenties.

"Yes, but it's a pity that I failed three times!" The man lowered his head, feeling a little regretful. He was ashamed of failing the exam three times in a row.

Alas, another failed scholar. Every three years, only about 300 people pass the imperial examination, while the number of candidates is over 10,000. Yang Biao sighed, "No one cares about my hard work for ten years, but once I become famous, everyone knows me."

Next, the contract was signed very smoothly. Yang Biao asked him to deliver fresh milk at the hour of Mao every day and send someone to check the usage of fresh milk in his shop at noon to ensure timely supply. After all, this thing has a short shelf life and is easy to spoil.

"Brother Biao, you're back." As soon as Yang Biao arrived at the village entrance driving his mule cart, the headman's wife came to greet him. She had been waiting here for a long time. Because of opening a restaurant, her husband had been losing his appetite for the past two days, which made her feel very distressed. But he wouldn't listen to her advice, so she thought of letting Yang Biao go and talk to him.

"Okay, auntie, please get in the car. I'll go and talk to him with you." Upon learning of her intention, Yang Biao readily agreed.

"Why are you so busy? Why did you call Brother Biao here?" As soon as the head of the village saw Yang Biao, he knew that it was his wife who called him. He waved his hand impatiently and asked his wife to leave. He wanted to be alone.

Seeing the headman's wife leave the house with a feeling of grievance, Yang Biao felt sad in his heart. Women in ancient times also had a hard life. Not only did they have to give birth to children, but they also had to follow the three obediences and four virtues throughout their lives and must not disobey their husbands.

"When I was young, I listened to the rain in a singing pavilion, with red candles dimming the curtains. When I was in my prime, I listened to the rain in a boat, with the river wide and the clouds low, and the geese crying in the west wind.

Now I listen to the rain under the monk's hut, and my temples are already gray. Joys and sorrows, separations and reunions are always merciless, let the raindrops fall on the steps until dawn." Sitting in the room, seeing the headman's gray hair reminded him of a poem by Jiang Jie.

"Brother Biao, you are a young man and in the prime of life. Are you saying these words to comfort me?" The head of the village listened to what he recited and roughly understood what he meant.

"Well, you are young, and you definitely don't have half the knowledge of the village head uncle. It seems that you have already let it go, and you don't need my comfort. You're awesome!" Yang Biao gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

"I have lived to this age and have seen all kinds of storms. This is nothing serious, just a small matter." The head of the village patted his shoulder and realized that the boy had grown taller. "Have you eaten? Come and have a drink with me."