RPAGF Chapter 508 New Year Egg
Chapter 508 New Year Egg
Chapter 508 Millennium Egg
"Oh!" Bowen suddenly realized, slapped his head, and said with a smile: "You, you really think too much."
Along the way, Wenyuan talked to Bowen incessantly about how Futian Village developed from the poorest village in the past to the richest village today. Bowen listened quietly, sighing from time to time.
Bowen asked, "According to you, Futian Village's prosperity is entirely due to that woman named Xiuying?" Without waiting for Wenyuan's response, he shook his head, "How could a woman have such extraordinary abilities?"
Although Bowen was devotedly loyal to the Crown Prince, he was a notorious old-fashioned and stubborn figure in the court. He firmly supported the eldest son as the heir to the throne. In his deeply ingrained belief, only the legitimate son was qualified to ascend the throne of the Great Yan Kingdom.
Because of this, when he heard Xiuying's deeds from Wenyuan, he was full of prejudice. In his eyes, an ordinary village woman could never have such great ability and create such amazing achievements.
Wen Yuan said excitedly, "When we get to Nanyang City, there's a sweet potato shop owned by Xiuying. I'll take you there to have a look."
Bowen was about to ask, what on earth was this rare sweet potato? But when Wenyuan said he would take him to see it, he couldn't help but smile. He was Master Bowen of the first academy in the Great Yan Kingdom. What in the world could he not have seen?
However, there was one thing he had to ascertain: was it true that every household in Futian Village was hoarding more food than they could eat, as Wen Yuan had described? If so, he would personally invite Yang Qingfeng and Li Shenghui back to the academy, accept them as his disciples, and teach them personally.
After all, in this year of famine, food and fodder are of paramount importance. It would be great if we could use the power of Futian Village to solve the food and fodder worries of the academy and even the prince.
Bowen solemnly warned Wenyuan, "Once we enter the city, you must not reveal my identity. Tell everyone I'm from the capital, the lord of a wealthy family, and I'm here looking for business opportunities. Do you understand?"
Wen Yuan looked Bo Wen up and down. He was dressed in a rich, gold-embroidered suit, with an exquisite ring on his thumb. His face was rounded from weight gain, and his bulging belly was particularly striking. He looked exactly like a snobbish businessman. Wen Yuan's lips curled slightly as he replied, "I understand, sir."
The two old men bickered all the way to Nanyang City, unknowingly arriving. The carriage slowly rolled down the street. Bowen gently lifted the curtain and cast his gaze upon the street vendors and common people. He nodded with satisfaction at the bustling and orderly scene before him, then turned to Wenyuan and said, "The county magistrate of Nanyang City seems to be Luo Jing'an, right?"
Wen Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, his father-in-law is the Jizhou prefect Liu Guozhong. They are all members of Concubine Sun's party. You even submitted a memorial to the court, strongly opposing Luo Jing'an's appointment as Nanyang County Magistrate."
Bowen nodded slowly. He naturally remembered the incident vividly. However, seeing the people of Nanyang City living and working in peace and contentment, and the city's economy thriving, he couldn't help but wonder if Luo Jing'an could achieve such great political achievements.
Could it be that I had misunderstood Luo Jingan at the beginning?
Just as Bowen was lost in thought, Wenyuan interrupted him: "Since you don't want to reveal your identity, let's find an inn to stay in. I'll take you around the city and show you what Nanyang Prefecture is like now."
The carriage slowly stopped in front of an inn, and Bowen and Wenyuan disembarked and walked inside. Bowen exuded an air of wealth, leisurely turning the polished ring on his thumb, his every move displaying style.
Mr. Wenyuan, who was standing next to Bowen in a simple blue cloth robe, looked like a housekeeper of a wealthy family.
The sharp-eyed waiter saw the wealthy Bo Wen and his face instantly broke into a smile. He immediately went up to him and said flatteringly, "Oh, sir, you really have a keen eye! Our inn is a well-known inn within a ten-mile radius!"
Bowen's lips curled up slightly, and he waved the fan in his hand gracefully. He asked with interest, "Oh? Then tell me, what is the most famous thing here?"
After saying that, he walked into the inn and looked around. He didn't find anything special anywhere he looked. It was just an ordinary inn that provided food and accommodation. Such inns could be found everywhere in the capital.
The waiter led Bowen to a table in the lobby. Meanwhile, Wenyuan took Master Ji Feng, who had come with Bowen, to the counter to complete the check-in procedures.
The waiter bent his waist slightly, his eyes fixed on Bowen, and said tentatively, "Sir, your manners and words are elegant and noble. I guess you are from the capital, right?"
The waiter's eyes were rolling around, and he was making his own calculations in his mind. In fact, he just wanted to confirm again whether this wealthy businessman who looked very rich was from outside the area. Maybe he could make more money from him.
Bowen closed the fan in his hand with a "swish". He had disguised himself as much as possible, trying to hide his innate elegant temperament, but he didn't expect that he was still seen through.
Hey, who says I am the most talented man in Dayan? It is really hard to completely conceal my transparent temperament.
He raised his chin slightly. "Yes, I came from the capital to see if there are any business opportunities here. By the way, can you tell me what's so special about your place?"
The waiter glanced around, then leaned closer to Bowen and said mysteriously, "Master, we have a dish here that you've definitely never tasted before."
Bowen heard this and shook his head slightly, "I don't believe it."
After all, he had even tasted the dishes that were tributed to the palace. How could there be any food in the territory of the Great Yan Kingdom that he had not eaten?
The waiter's eyes gleamed cunningly as he said to Bowen, "Master, have you ever eaten a thousand-year-old egg? It's a rare treasure, and it's said that eating it can make you immortal!"
Bowen frowned, his face showing displeasure. "Don't talk nonsense! Where in the world can you find an egg that's been stored for a thousand years? That's ridiculous!"
The waiter still smiled and responded, "Look, Master, I told you you hadn't eaten it before, and I guessed right."
Bowen was so angry that he slammed his fan on the table and shouted, "Give me one of those thousand-year-old eggs you were talking about! If you dare to lie to me, hmph, I'll close this shop right now!"