Chapter 968: Chapter 968: Who Will Take Me Home?
Zhou Qiao laughed, "Third Uncle, Ah You is actually Daya. Daya changed her name to Lu Shuyou. And Dahu and Sanya also changed their names. One is Lu Shurui, and the other is Lu Shuning. Donât the names sound nice?"
Lu Sanzhu widened his eyes. "Just like that, they changed their names?"
He rubbed his chin. "Itâs true, they sound better than Daya. But theyâre still not as good as my Dabao and Baoya. You can tell theyâre treasures just by the names."
The three people, Shu Yu included, said nothing. "... As long as youâre happy."
But seeing Zhou Qiao, Lu Sanzhu finally thought of his wife, who must be anxiously waiting for him at home. Coupled with his reluctance to do more work, he stood up and prepared to leave. "Ah Yu, I have to go. I havenât been home in two days. My wife must be worried sick about me."
"Alright, go ahead and leave."
Thatâs what Shu Yu said, but Lu Sanzhu still stood firmly in place, his eyes shining as he stared at them, even carrying a hint of reproach.
Everyone looked at him. Lu Sanzhu spoke with righteous conviction, "Isnât one of you going to see me off? My house is in the south of the city. Iâve been exhausted all day, and if I walk back, my legsâll probably snap in two."
He did consider riding Ah Yuâs mule carriage back, but he knew theyâd be going out of town tomorrow, so there likely werenât any extra carriages for him to use.
Lu Sanzhu suddenly realized he might not only need to buy a house but possibly have to buy a carriage too.
This kind of favor was naturally Daniuâs to shoulder. Besides, Third Uncle had been staring directly at him just moments ago. "Third Uncle, Iâll take you home."
"No need, Iâll take Third Uncle back. I happen to need to head to Fenghuai Street anyway," Shu Yu got up.
Fenghuai Street was between the shop and the southern part of the city. Of course, it was a bit closer to the shop, but since Shu Yu was heading in that direction anyway, she figured she might as well escort Third Uncle home.
Li Xiaoshan had been killed, and Liang Wangsheng, who was related to him, worked at a large mansion on Fenghuai Street. No matter what, she needed to tell him about it, so he wouldnât be caught off guard if the authorities came looking for him later.
She could also take the opportunity to check on the repairs at the mansion and bring her father home on the way.
As soon as Shu Yu decided, she set off. Lu Sanzhu rushed to follow her, leaving Daniu to sit back down where he was.
But when Daniu thought about how the manor plans were about to be finalized, he realized heâd soon be busy with those tasks, and a sense of excitement rose within him.
He and Zhou Qiao discussed the shopâs details with Lu Shuyou so the handover could be completed quickly, allowing him to focus solely on farming.
The records and processes of Yiren Pavilion were straightforward and clear. Daniu had been managing everything according to the original guidelines. As a result, Lu Shuyou didnât need much time to fully grasp it all.
The ledgers could be reviewed later at home. It was getting late, so Zhou Qiao escorted Lu Shuyou out of the shop.
After seeing her off, Zhou Qiao returned to the backyard.
Daniu was tidying up the already-cut sunflower stalks. Once dried, these could be used as firewood.
Zhou Qiao quickly fetched a broom to sweep the ground. The husband and wife exchanged a glance before resuming their tasks. As they worked, Zhou Qiao asked about the manor.
"Where is the manor?"
"Itâs a bit far from here. Even by mule carriage, itâs quite a ways," Daniu paused and straightened up. "The place is pretty remote, and there are only about thirty households nearby. Itâs not very convenient for travel, and shopping is a hassle too. Qiaoqiao, if we really move to live there, it definitely wonât be as easy as living here. You..."
Zhou Qiao smiled. "I donât mind. Youâll be there, wonât you? Itâs not like thereâs no one else nearby. Besides, we donât need to shop for too much on a daily basis. I think itâll be fine."
"You really donât have an issue with it?" Daniu was worried sheâd feel wronged.