Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1195: Chapter 1193: The Birthday Arrives_1 Chapter 1195: Chapter 1193: The Birthday Arrives_1 Thus, the appointment of Ya Wuxia was settled. It seemed somewhat hasty, but it was the result of Yang Wenxiao’s careful consideration.

After returning to the back hall, Tong Sanlang told Qiao Xiaomai about this matter. Qiao Xiaomai was very surprised, “Scored the top position in the imperial examination, and in the end, only made a county magistrate? A seventh-rank sesame official?”

“It was prepared for the imperial son-in-law, but he didn’t want it,” Tong Sanlang said.

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, “Did you tell him about the temperaments and appearances of those two princesses?”

“Of course, I had to inform him. He is my friend; I can’t trick him.”

Actually, both princesses were beauties, but their temperaments were nothing extraordinary, just like any other noble lady, educated in traditional ideals, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and women’s handiwork. However, Ya Wuxia clearly preferred girls who could do practical things like Qiao Xiaomai and wasn’t very interested in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

So instead of matchmaking recklessly, it was better to lay out all the conditions honestly.

Otherwise, Ya Wuxia might not be pleased, and the princesses would be unhappy as well.

“Your Brother Ya sure has quirky tastes,” Qiao Xiaomai said, “He’s like a mudslide among those scholars.”

Scholars always had one problem or another. Sun Junyan was a typical example, born into a farming family but looking down on farmers, spending all his efforts climbing the social ladder.

But Ya Wuxia was different. Born in a farming family, he happily wanted to find someone with mutual affection, without any of the typical scholarly pretensions.

“That’s why I respect him as a true man,” Tong Sanlang said.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow and asked, “The envoys from the vassal states have mostly arrived, haven’t they?”

“Yes, seven days from now will be the former emperor’s birthday. After celebrating his birthday, we can leave the Capital City,” Tong Sanlang said, noticeably relieved at the thought of leaving the Capital City.

For this place, he had no desire to return for the next few years.

Truly, the time spent in the Capital City felt more exhausting than his entire seventeen years of life combined.

“Today, the former emperor told me to think of some ideas for the celebration, and I do have ideas, but I dare not speak them.”

At times of celebration, it was typical to have operas, and Yang Wenxiao was no ordinary man. Apart from operas, he would also host variety acts, but that was about the extent of it.

Entertainment was scarce in ancient times, with only these few options repeating themselves.

She was inclined to bring the whole set of modern Spring Festival Gala to this era, but she had already drawn enough attention to herself in the Capital City, so she preferred to keep these ideas to herself for now, perhaps bringing them out if there was an opportunity in the future.

As time flowed like water, Yang Wenxiao’s birthday finally arrived.

On his birthday, the Capital City was extremely lively. Following tradition, at dawn, Yang Wenxiao ascended the city gate to accept the adoration of the public.

The spacious ground at the city gate was packed with dense crowds of citizens, at least a hundred thousand strong. A hundred thousand people kneeling together, chanting their blessings, with the volume soaring to the skies. Yang Wenxiao stood atop the city wall, hands clasped behind his back, wearing a benign smile.

This spectacle was spontaneous from the citizens, with everyone knowing the birthday blessings. Additionally, due to limited space, many were held back by the imperial forest army within the city, not permitted to approach.

This year, having confiscated the property of Shen Chenghao, the National Treasury was full. So, for once, Yang Wenxiao was generous. He ordered the Imperial Kitchen to make a lot of Milk Candy. After the citizens finished their blessings and returned to the city, he arranged for people to distribute Milk Candy at the gate, half a pound per person.

Those who came to offer congratulations were all ordinary citizens, for whom cow’s milk and white sugar were rare commodities. Therefore, receiving such gifts, each person’s smile was so wide that their mouths couldn’t close properly.

In the past, no such thing was ever distributed.