The Lady's Sickly Husband

C78. Invitation

The valley was empty and spacious, covering an area of thousands of acres. Under white snow, everything that greeted the eye was white. Mo Qianxue exclaimed again. What a great place to build the factory to produce soy sauce!

"Our master doesn't receive guests."

Mo Qianxue let Awu take her there by Light-Feet but was still blocked outside the forest.

"Please send a message to your master that I'm very interested in this valley."

"My master has already passed the words. If you don't leave, sorry I'll be rude."

Mo Qianxue could see the huge courtyard looming not far behind the forest. Ignoring the gurad's warning, she shouted to the courtyard, "I'd like to share with you a good poem." Since the owner live here in seclusion, he must be a man of learning who loved beautiful poetry and proses.

Mo Qianxue thought for a second and recited a famous poem, apologizing in her mind. Sorry, I had no choice but to plagiarize.

"From hill to hill no bird in flight/ from path to path no man in sight/ A lonely fisherman afloat/ is fishing snow in a lonely boat." Such a great poem perfectly described the scenery as well as the owner's frame of mind. She supposed that he might want to meet her because of the poem.

A voice floated from over there, "It's indeed a good poem, but I'm too old to be interested in literary. Please go back." The sound was withered and sad with infinite despair and loneliness of life, as if he had seen through the vanity of life.

The sound just faded out when two more guards came out of the forest, looking stern, and made the posture of sending away guests, "Our master wishes you a nice day."

These two men were obviously more respectful than the previous one but also more determined.

As the snow floated in the air, the temperature quickly dropped to make the weather piercingly cold. On the way heading for the valley, Mo Qianxue, full of hope, didn't feel that there were so many turnings of the mountain road or that this road was so long.

Now when they are leaving the place, Mo Qianxue's mood was exactly the same as the thick dark clouds hanging in the sky. The mountain wind kept blowing the snowflakes. In this world of snow and ice, Mo Qianxue was a little disheartened.

It was getting colder and colder recently. In the days to come, it wouldn't be suitable to get out and find a good site for factory.

Ning Shaoqing had seriously given her an ultimatum last night that this was the last time she went out in this winter. Whether she nailed it or not, it was the last time.

If she really wanted to set up a factory, then wait until next spring when the weather got warmer. He would accompany her to find a suitable place to build the factory.

Yet, not now!

Mo Qianxue knew that he said that out of good intention and that he cared about her.

But—

Last time when they got the village doctor, the medicines cost hundreds taels of silver. Mo Qianxue heard that in this world, there were few great doctors and medicines were surprisingly expensive. As the old saying went, you could have everything but illness, nothing but money.

Some capable but astute doctors charged so high that even the diagnosis fee reached as much as at least a thousand taels.

If she waited until next spring to find the site, she was afraid that a few more months of time would be wasted.

Could Ning Shaoqing make it?

The oxcart made its way slowly, and Mo Qianxue gradually felt exiled in this desolated place. The dark grey color of winter days got denser. There was only coldness accompanying her.