Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

Those unaware remained undaunted.

Prior to the incident, Zhao Zhai was brimming with motivation, determined to make a significant contribution. He firmly believed that his efforts could elevate the Zhao Family’s standing, potentially earning his father’s newfound respect.

From this moment onward, he anticipated his father’s heightened regard for him. He was eager to make his mark, plotting to astonish his father with an unexpected surprise, a secret known to no one.

Had he shared his intentions, Zhao Mu would undoubtedly have rebuked him harshly, dissuading him from pursuing such a preposterous and perilous notion.

As Zhao Mu broke into a cold sweat, the official couldn’t help but sneer upon hearing Grandmaster’s words.

“You should count yourself fortunate that your plan failed. Otherwise, the Zhao Family could have faced imprisonment! If I pardon you easily, I’ll have no authority in the future. You’ll pay a fine of 300,000 liang, publicly make amends to the Shao Family, and provide them with compensation of 100,000 liang. Are you in agreement?”

Zhao Mu trembled, his heart aching for the money.

While he wasn’t truly convinced, his timid son had been apprehended red-handed and had confessed. Objecting wouldn’t change the outcome.

“I am completely in agreement…”

“That’s good to hear.”

With 400,000 liang, Zhao Mu left the government office in a daze.

Their account was now depleted.

With the need to purchase silk this year and their funds falling short, they had to part with valuable possessions and antique items.

He had initially planned to set aside 100,000 liang in savings, intending to settle their accounts after selling the silk. That was usually how large business deals were done. When no one bought raw materials, the payment would be paid in one go.

However, given recent events, winning the approval of the Shao Family might prove challenging.

This disobedient son was the root cause of all these troubles!

Zhao Mu returned home, his face drained of color, and directed his anger at Ms. Qin.

Ms. Qin was taken aback, regretting her failure to ignite the mulberry garden. She implored Zhao Mu to secure their son’s release from prison.

Infuriated, Zhao Mu kicked Ms. Qin to the ground, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “You’re a disgrace! Listen to yourself! You’re nothing but an ignorant, foolish woman!”

Desperation gnawed at Zhao Mu. What had he been thinking when it came to his concubines? How could he have been so blind as to trust this foolish woman? How had she managed to deceive him?

Zhao Mu scoffed. “Our disobedient son has cost me 400,000 liang, and you expect me to spend even more on him? Forget it! He’s getting what he deserves!”

“400,000 liang?” Ms. Qin gasped in disbelief.

Refusing further conversation, Zhao Mu sneered and left.

Zhao Ye helped Ms. Qin to her feet, sighed heavily, and recounted the entire story.

Ms. Qin clutched her chest in despair.

400,000 liang! It was an exorbitant sum, and now it was gone – her son’s hard-earned money! She felt utterly heartbroken.

“This is absolutely outrageous!” Ms. Qin fumed. “The old master is so greedy and biased! The mulberry garden is unharmed, so why must we compensate them such a colossal sum?!”