Song Dingxiang [Completed]

C34.1 Contract. (1)

Chapter 34.1

Wang Yuanwai invited them to stay for dinner, but Song Dingxiang politely declined. Madam Wang arranged some gifts for Song Dingxiang and warmly escorted them out, saying, "In the future, let our families treat each other like relatives. Please come and visit us more often when you have the time."

"Thank you, Madam. If I have time, I will definitely come to accompany you more. It's just that the journey from the village is quite far, and I have many matters to attend to at home on a regular basis, so coming back and forth takes up a lot of time. That's why I couldn't come earlier. I hope Daren and Madam Wang can understand," Song Dingxiang explained.

Madam Wang patted Song Dingxiang's hand with a smile and said, "There's no need to apologize. We are very happy when you can come. Be careful on your way back, especially with the cold and slippery snow."

After seeing off Song Dingxiang, Wang Yuanwai took out the prescription again and examined it carefully. After a while, he said to Madam Wang, "This young girl seems to have more courage and intelligence than her grandfather. If that Zhou Tiezhu really gains favor in the military, his future prospects will be limitless when he returns."

Madam Wang chuckled and teased, "Limitless prospects, and you only give her a hundred taels?"

"Oh, I was just testing the waters. She suddenly handed over such a valuable thing to me, so I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy," Wang Yuanwai chuckled and stroked his beard. "This truly is a stroke of good fortune. With this money, our future days will be much better."

As the carriage left the town, Song Xingyi finally breathed a sigh of relief and remarked, "Big households are indeed big households. My heart was pounding the whole time, and my legs felt weak. You, on the other hand, held up well. Like a calf not fearing the tiger."

Song Dingxiang laughed and replied, "They say he is a good man, so if he is good, what is there to fear? Besides, we gave him money, so naturally, he should treat us well."

Still feeling unsure, Song Xingyi asked, "So, if we have problems in the future, can we ask them for help? What if he denies it?"

Song Dingxiang reassured him, "If he denies it, we can always find someone else. The prescription was not signed exclusively for him. But I have a feeling that Wang Yuanwai will come to his senses in a few days and may want to sign a contract with us."

Perplexed, Song Xingyi asked, "What kind of contract?"

Song Dingxiang quickly explained, "It's a soap contract. It's better for him to initiate the contract signing with us rather than us seeking it out. If he sends someone to our house, with so many witnesses around, it's like giving ourselves peace of mind and making others cautious as well."

"You, you're still young, but your ideas are quite something," Song Xingyi was surprised by his granddaughter's clever thinking. It was just a prescription, but there were so many intricacies involved.

When they arrived home, Song Dingxiang uncovered the quilt covering the gift box, carried the box to the main room, and opened it one by one for Li shi to see.

Madam Wang had given three boxes.

The first box contained writing brushes, inksticks, paper, and inkstones, all of higher quality than what they usually bought. But it was the ink that truly stole their attention.

Unlike the dull, dusty blocks they were accustomed to, this ink was a revelation. Its surface gleamed with a rich, almost obsidian sheen, promising deep, saturated blacks. As they brought it closer, a subtle fragrance, like the distant echo of a smoky plum, tickled their nostrils.