The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 330 - 200:

Nuangxiang Pavilion?

When Chun Nuan heard this name, she was at a loss for words.

Is this the name of a proper family’s courtyard?

Zhao Minghua’s kindness towards people was evident, leaving Chun Nuan speechless.

"There were no maidservants in my courtyard before, you handle it. If you need more maids, just ask Mother." Zhao Minghua said, "In the future, after I return to the courtyard, let the maids around you withdraw as well."

He really did not like having young women nearby, even if they were maidservants waiting on Chun Nuan.

"You all may leave now."

Actually, Chun Nuan thought the same way, "Ding Xiang, take Bai Zhi and start organizing the dowry."

Chun Nuan had not expected her dowry to be so extensive, filling up this courtyard called Nuangxiang Pavilion with both valuable and not-so-valuable items.

Zhao Minghua had already handed her the storeroom keys.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Minghua had so much private property.

Ding Xiang placed the valuable dowry items in the small storeroom, but didn’t know where to put the lesser items that weren’t useful, as even the large storeroom couldn’t accommodate them.

"Put them in the side room for now."

These were tokens of goodwill from the village neighbors and couldn’t be disposed of casually.

After the maidservants left, Zhao Minghua pulled Chun Nuan by her hand to go to bed.

"What are you trying to do? In broad daylight?"

"Let you rest. You didn’t sleep well last night. What did you think I was going to do?"

Zhao Minghua looked at Chun Nuan with wide eyes, half-smiling.

"You..."

Chun Nuan then realized she had been teased, giving Zhao Minghua a glare.

"Dear wife, do you know, this is really testing one’s self-control."

Zhao Minghua hugged her gently, biting her earlobe and spoke in a husky voice.

"Stop fooling around."

Chun Nuan shivered, feeling a little flustered inside.

"Not teasing you. Last night wore you out, get some rest first."

Chun Nuan lay in bed, and Zhao Minghua exerted all his effort to restrain himself, only then not lying down with her.

"Close your eyes and rest. I’ll go to the study to read."

Chun Nuan... having known him for three years, had never heard of him reading a book.

Wasn’t he the one who said he gets a headache at the sight of books?

Is he really able to read now?

Chun Nuan was probably really exhausted from last night; her mind was in a fog, and she slowly fell asleep.

In the study, Zhao Minghua opened a book on the table but didn’t read a single word.

Now he finally understood why: "The spring night is short, but the day rises late, from now on the king will not attend court early."

Look at him, tasting sweetness has made him restless.

This book, he couldn’t read a single word.

It was then that Qingsheng came to report someone wanted to see him.

"Who is it?"

"It’s a man who claims his surname is Ye, says he has an ancient book that needs your restoration."

"Came right to the doorstep?"

Zhao Minghua frowned, "Who leaked the information?"

Even his family didn’t know he could restore ancient books, yet someone came right to his door.

These clueless people are bound to sell him out sooner or later.

Zhao Minghua was a bit irritated but still went to see the guest.

In the small reception room, a lean middle-aged man saw him arrive and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Zhao Minghua, Mr. Zhao?"

"Yes, may I know who you are?"

"I am Ye Ningchen, I heard that Mr. Zhao is a master at restoring ancient books, and have come specifically for help."

Zhao Minghua was thinking of declining.

Ye Ningchen, however, pulled out a letter, after reading which, Zhao Minghua could only agree.

"I need to see the book’s condition first, to see if I can take on this task for you."

"Please have a look, Mr. Zhao."

When Zhao Minghua looked at the book, he was surprised, then looked up at Ye Ningchen.

"This is a family heirloom of the Ye family, due to poor preservation it was eaten by insects. So I want to trouble you to restore it, otherwise, we’ll be failing our ancestors."

A family heirloom destroyed like this indeed felt like failing the ancestors. He’d seen many wastrels, but not many as bad as this.

"I can restore it, but not to a perfect state, only to about sixty or seventy percent."

"That’s already a great result."

Ye Ningchen quickly expressed gratitude, "May I ask what the fee will be, Mr. Zhao? I will pay it in advance."

"Two hundred taels of silver."

This thing would take him three months of hard work, asking for two hundred taels wasn’t too much.

It was mainly because of the recommendation letter that he charged less; otherwise, three or five hundred taels wouldn’t be out of the question.

"Come back in three months."

"Sure, sure, thank you, Mr. Zhao, thank you, Mr. Zhao."

As Qingsheng saw Mr. Ye out, he thought, his young master truly had skills, attracting people from far and wide, directly bringing silver to his door.