Mr. 007, isn't this really considered late marriage?

  Bai Ping opened the large gate and An Yan looked through the dense crowd, seeing the scene outside.

  A man in a coarse, dark-colored robe stood slightly to the side next to a handcart. From An's angle, only a profile was barely visible.

  Under the sunset, the man's profile is extremely resolute. With a hint of orange sunset, there is a sense of security as solid as a mountain. The man has a robust physique, standing tall like a mountain. His black clothes are stretched tight on his body, and although it can be seen with one's own eyes, it can also be guessed that underneath the clothes lies very solid and explosive muscles. The neck and wrists exposed outside present a healthy bronze color. That man, just standing there, without saying a word, is able to make people feel a faint pressure. What kind of man is this, whose mere back figure can affect others' thoughts?

  This is her husband, a man approaching thirty, Su San.

  Speaking of this, An Xun felt a strange sense of discord in his heart. At this age in ancient times, wasn't it considered late marriage? Really no problem at all?

  A faint doubt floated across his mind, and his elegant eyes narrowed slightly. However, he quickly returned to normal.

  She looked at him again, and apart from the initial faint surprise, her eyes were calm and peaceful. She stared out the door, not looking at Su San anymore, but quietly watching what was happening outside.

  Bai Ping walked out of the gate and came to Su San's front, patted Su San's shoulder with his hand, and smiled: "Su San, you're back, how was the sale of bamboo leaves today?"

  When he said this, Bai Ping's face showed a faint joy, because he had already seen the empty handcart, so he thought that this batch of wine was selling well.

  But Su San heard this and his eyes, like black jade, flashed with a hint of chilliness and indifference.

  "Today, Wu Zhuanggui cut the price in half and took away all the wine."

  Bai Ping's smile was still on his face, but Su San's words were like a basin of cold water poured directly onto his heart. His smile froze instantly, and he said uncertainly: "But Wu Zhuanggui actually lowered the price to half, how could you agree? Our Bai family's Zhuyeqing will never change its price."

  By this time, Bai Ping's words were laced with anger.

  The Bai family, who were originally in the courtyard, had also walked to the gate at this time, each with a look of urgency and hidden anger on their faces.

  "What's going on?"

  Bai Jia's face was gloomy, his eyes fell on Su San.

  Su San's gaze seemed to fall on everyone, yet no one was looking at him. He spoke in a light tone, as if he were talking about something unrelated.

  "I went to Hsinchu County today to sell wine, but those few wine shops that usually buy from me didn't want any. At this time, only Wu's Qingfeng Tower was willing to buy. The manager of Qingfeng Tower, Wu Wen, sent his assistant to find me and said he wanted to collect the white family's Zhuyeqing. After I arrived at the wine shop, Manager Wu directly told me that either I sell the Zhuyeqing to him at half price, or else don't think about selling Zhuyeqing in Hsinchu County again."

  Bai Ping's face showed a resentful expression, his hands clenched tightly, with veins bulging out.

  Bai Qi's eyes were filled with a deep sense of humiliation, his body suddenly shook violently, and he almost couldn't stand upright. Wang Shi, who was standing beside him, quickly supported him, her voice changing tone.

  "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

  "I'm ashamed to face my father, the bamboo leaves were originally worth a thousand gold coins, but now they're only worth five cents a pound. I'm incompetent, are the bamboo leaves going to be ruined in my hands?"

  Bai Qi appeared extremely agitated, his face flushed bright red, and his eyes filled with sorrow and anger.

  Uncle Bai suddenly got up like this, scaring everyone in the Bai family.

  "Grandfather, don't get agitated, it's okay, everything will be alright."

  The elder daughter-in-law, Liu, seeing her father-in-law in such a state, was also frightened and tightly held onto her three-year-old daughter, Pang Ya, following closely behind Bai Qi. Her face was filled with anxiety. The frail Pang Ya, seeing the situation, seemed to be scared and immediately hid behind her mother's back.

  Then there was a flurry of commotion, and Uncle Bai was supported into the room by the crowd.

  In the courtyard, only An Yan was left at this time. She would stay here because she wanted to know more about the half-price wine sale. Su San still stood outside the door, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened. Her ink-black eyes were always calm and serene.

  An's face was calm and serene, her eyes as still as a quiet lake, gazing at Su San with a faint look.

  Su San, however, was nonchalant as he pushed the handcart into the yard. An Yan watched him place the handcart in a corner of the yard. As Su San walked past her, she spoke softly and asked: "Su San, can you tell me specifically what happened?"

  When her words fell, she could be sure that Su San's footsteps had stopped for a moment. But it was only an instant, and then Su San seemed to have not heard her words at all, entering his own room without looking back.

  Because Tang Jinxiu insisted on guarding her body for the Ruan family's young master at that time, even after marrying Su Sanlang, the two people did not live in the same room. Tang Jinxiu and her mother Bai Shi lived in one room, while Su Sanlang had his own room.

  Her expression remained calm and gentle, without any anger due to Su San's disregard. She took a glance at the empty courtyard, then quickly entered her uncle Bai Qi's room. At this time, Uncle was lying on the kang, and Aunt Wang was rubbing his chest with her hand. By now, Uncle's emotions had stabilized, but his face still looked slightly flushed.

  After entering the room, he stood behind the crowd with a calm expression and quietly watched.

  At this time, Wang sat on the edge of the kang, withdrew the hand that helped Bai Qi rub his chest, and instead took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe away her tears.

  "What's going on today, why are so many bad things happening? In the past, relying on selling bamboo leaves, we could barely make a living. Now there's debt again, and the price of bamboo leaves has been suppressed, how can we get by in the future?"

  Today, two big things happened one after another, and Wang, a woman who was usually very strong, couldn't help but wipe away her tears.

  Upon hearing this, Uncle's face turned gloomy. Baiping and Liuyi also hung their heads in shame, looking utterly disheartened.

  An Yan looked at the crowd and said softly, "I once saw a recipe for bamboo leaf green in an ancient book. The brewed bamboo leaf green liquor is golden yellow and transparent with a hint of cyan, fragrant and mellow, sweet and slightly bitter, with a long aftertaste, which is a fine wine. Can we try it?"

  When speaking, a pair of elegant eyes with warm light makes people unconsciously believe.

  Suddenly hearing this, the Bai family was momentarily stunned and stared at An Yan in surprise. Aunt Wang also put down her handkerchief at this time, as if she didn't recognize An Yan, and just stared blankly at her.

  It was Uncle Bai who reacted first. He suddenly slapped the edge of the kang with great force, and a loud noise immediately attracted everyone's attention.

  "White Ping, you immediately go to Hsinchu County, return all the silver money to Wu Wen, and bring back our Zhuyeqing. We will then follow Jinxiu's words and develop a new Zhuyeqing product."

  When he said this, Bai Qi's eyes had a resolute and arrogant air. The bamboo leaves of the White family absolutely could not be trampled on by others. Otherwise, after a hundred years, how would he have the face to see his deceased father? Even if it meant destroying those bamboo leaves, they couldn't let the Wu family humiliate the White family's bamboo leaves like this.

  Upon hearing Bai Qi's words, Aunt Wang was the first to react and hastily advised: "Old man, don't be stubborn. That Wu family is a prominent family in Xin Zhu County. If we offend them again, our bamboo leaves will not even sell for three cents a catty. How will our whole family make a living then? It's not easy for An'er to study in the county town, we can't hold him back."

  Bai Qi was originally because of the pride in his heart and special feelings for Zhuyeqing, so he couldn't bear to be trampled by the Wu family. However, now that he heard his wife Wang's words, he suddenly felt a sour and difficult feeling in his heart, and helplessly sighed on one side. He can vent his anger for a while, but behind him, there is still a big family waiting to eat.

  Bai Ping was originally extremely angry in his heart, and after hearing his father's words, he wanted to go out. However, after hearing his mother's words, his footsteps also became somewhat immobile. Moreover, Mrs. Liu on the side also hastily pulled Bai Ping, making him neither go nor stay.

  An Yan watched the scene with a gentle expression on her face, and continued to speak softly: "The White family's Zhuyeqing has been a well-known brand for decades, it can't be ruined by the Wu family overnight. As long as we all work together, difficult days will eventually pass. But if Zhuyeqing is sold cheaply today, it will be hard to recover afterwards."