Chapter 102: There is Room For the Poor Daughter
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Chapter 102: Herbal Bath Packs
Three days after receiving Xiao Yeyang's letter, Yan Wenxiu, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai set out for Wangyue Academy, holding their admission notices and brimming with anticipation for their studies.
At the back gate of the Prefect Magistrate office, the entire Yan family, including Old Madam Yan, came to see them off. Since Yan Zhigao couldn’t leave his duties, he entrusted Master Xiao to escort the three boys to the academy.
“Wenxiu, as the eldest, take care of Wentao and Wenkai when you get to the academy,” Yan Zhigao instructed Yan Wenxiu.
Yan Wenxiu nodded solemnly. “Father, don’t worry. I’ll look after my brothers.”
Next to him, Yan Wentao and Yan Wenkai quickly chimed in, assuring everyone they would study diligently at the academy.
Seeing there was nothing more to say, Yan Zhigao waved his hand to send them off.
At that moment, the Zhou family’s carriage arrived, and Zhou Chengye quickly stepped out, smiling warmly as he greeted Old Madam Yan, Yan Zhigao, and Madam Li.
“Brother Zhou, why are you here?” Yan Wenxiu asked with a smile.
Zhou Chengye replied, “I heard the three of you are heading to Wangyue Academy today. Since I also study there, I thought we could travel together—it’s always better to have company on the road.”
Yan Wenxiu’s face lit up upon hearing this.
To be honest, after the initial excitement about attending Wangyue Academy, he began to feel nervous and uncertain about his future there. As the eldest, he couldn’t show these emotions, but knowing a familiar face would be at the academy reassured him greatly.
Meanwhile, Daohua, noticing that Zhou Chengye had drawn everyone’s attention, quietly pulled Yan Wenkai aside. She took a bulging bundle from Wang Man’er’s hands.
“What’s this?” Yan Wenkai asked curiously as he opened the bundle, only to find small herbal packs inside, each about the size of a palm.
In a lowered voice, Daohua explained, “You and Third Brother are going to practice martial arts, right? Training can cause injuries—both internal and external—and lead to conditions like blood stasis and hidden injuries. If those aren’t treated, they could result in chronic illnesses later on.”
“These packs contain herbs for promoting blood circulation, reducing stasis, and relieving pain. I’ve prepackaged them for you. After every training session, use one for a bath. I guarantee you’ll feel as good as new the next day.”
Yan Wenkai eyed the bundle skeptically, unsure of its reliability. “Little Sister, can these herbal packs be used just like that?” He mainly thought to himself that the packs didn’t look particularly trustworthy.
Daohua glared at him. “Fourth Brother, these recipes were requested from the temple back home—they’re incredibly effective! You and Third Brother must use them. I’ve been staying up late these past few days to prepare them for you.”
What she didn’t mention was that, in her previous life, she had studied traditional Chinese medicine and had come across ancient herbal bath recipes in historical texts. The packs she gave them were modified versions tailored specifically for martial artists. Moreover, she had used herbs cultivated in her personal spatial realm, ensuring top-notch efficacy.
Faced with her insistence, Yan Wenkai reluctantly accepted the bundle. However, he secretly resolved not to use the packs, worrying they might do more harm than good since Daohua wasn’t a professional physician.
Unaware of his thoughts, Daohua continued, “Fourth Brother, Xiao Yeyang should also be practicing martial arts. If you run into him, give him a couple of these packs as well.”
Yan Wenkai nodded absentmindedly. He wasn’t even planning to use the packs himself, let alone dare to give them to the Young Prince.
On the other side, Zhou Chengye had finished chatting with Yan Zhigao and the others and was ready to leave.
“Alright, you’d better get going so you don’t miss the scheduled time,” Yan Zhigao urged.
After bidding farewell to their elders, Yan Wenxiu, Yan Wentao, and Yan Wenkai boarded the carriage with Zhou Chengye and departed.
“Now that Wenxiu and the others are gone, the gap between them and Wenjie and Wenbin will only grow wider,” Yan Zhiyuan remarked sourly.
Hearing this, the group, who had been about to return to the rear courtyard, froze in place.
Old Madam Yan shot a glare at Yan Zhiyuan but said nothing, leading Daohua away instead.
Madam Li and Wu Shi smiled and followed her without a word.
Yan Zhigao glanced at the downcast Yan Wenbin, his eyes flickering slightly. After a moment of silence, he said, “Besides attending the state academy, I’ll hire a tutor at home for the two boys to help them resolve any doubts they encounter.”
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhiyuan’s face lit up. “That’s excellent! This way, Wenjie and Wenbin will have a more solid foundation.”
With that, the two brothers walked toward the front courtyard. Behind them, Yan Wenjie and Yan Wenbin exchanged a quick glance, their faces showing little joy.
Studying at home simply couldn’t compare to attending Wangyue Academy.
At the academy, one could meet a variety of people, make like-minded friends, and engage in debates and exchange ideas—opportunities unavailable at home.
After Yan Wenxiu and the others left, the Yan household became quieter, but not much else changed.
Daohua, having sold off the watermelons from the estate, was now busy buying a shop and preparing to open a flower store.
Madam Li helped oversee the shop’s purchase, leaving Daohua to focus on transplanting flowers grown in their courtyard into pots during her spare time after school.
Even Old Madam Yan, who disliked being idle, pitched in to help transplant the flowers.
“These flowers are quite pretty, but none of them seem to be rare varieties. I’ve noticed that other flower shops sell peonies, peonies, and orchids,” remarked Old Madam Yan, who had learned the names of many famous flowers from Daohua’s constant chatter.
Daohua replied, “We didn’t collect many seeds this year, but by next year, I’ll have all the popular flowers ready. For now, we’ll make do.”
Old Madam Yan didn’t press further. “Your chrysanthemums are blooming beautifully; they should fetch a good price.”
Daohua smiled and nodded. Chrysanthemums were popular, so she had planted extra deliberately. “Once we make some money, we can buy more estates.”
The old lady chuckled. “You’ve really turned into a little miser! What do you need so many estates for?”
Pausing to think, Daohua said, “I didn’t feel this way before, but ever since coming to live with Father and Mother, I’ve realized that everything costs money. Having more is always better.”
Most importantly, she needed money in her own hands.
Madam Li entered Daohua’s courtyard, smiling.
Daohua immediately ran over to greet her. “Mother, is the shop bought?”
After greeting Old Madam Yan, Madam Li turned to Daohua and teased, “So, all you care about is your shop?”
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Daohua quickly shook her head, grinning. “Of course not! How could the shop compare to you, Mother?”
Madam Li chuckled, shaking her head as she handed over the deed to the shop. “Here, take a look for yourself.”
Daohua eagerly accepted it, reading it carefully before passing it to Old Madam Yan, who glanced at it but didn’t linger.
Madam Li explained with a smile, “The location is decent. The front is for the shop, and the back serves as living quarters.”
Old Madam Yan nodded. “With you helping this girl, I’m reassured.”
Madam Li then turned to Daohua. “Will you hire people for the shop yourself, or should I help you?”
Daohua thought for a moment. “There’s a flower farmer on the estate who knows how to care for plants, and his sons can be shop assistants. Mother, you can help me find a Shopkeeper.”
Madam Li nodded in agreement. “By the way, your birthday is coming up. Would you like to invite a few young ladies over for a celebration?”
Daohua paused, then sighed. “Time flies. I’m another year older already!”
(End of chapter)
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