Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

When Anan arrived at Wang Jue and his wife's courtyard, it was crowded with people, talking at once and making a lot of noise.

Wang Jue had not yet recovered from his cold, but his old illness was triggered again and he was so sick that he was bedridden.

Mrs. Wang's name was Shuyu. She was in her thirties and had no one by her side except Donglin and Chunyue, both of whom were little maids who had just grown up. They were young and ignorant of the ways of the world and were only interested in eating and playing. Shuyu was kind and gentle by nature and took care of them, so she probably couldn't be of much help.

Besides, because Shuyu felt sorry for her husband, she took over all the farm affairs.

The farm affairs were really complicated. She was happy to have a leisurely time having been with her husband these years. She usually only took care of some miscellaneous chores and the maids and old women in the farm, and knew nothing else. Although she looked at the account books all night and tried her best to deal with them, the things inside and outside came at the same time, which was beyond the ability of an outsider like her to handle.

In just a few days, she was completely confused. Looking at her husband lying unconscious on the sickbed, looking at the accounts receivable and payable piled up as high as a person in front of her, and looking at the people outside the door in the yard, she burst into tears and choked with sobs.

So many people, so many things, all mixed up in a mess, she really had no idea what to do.

Anan walked in from the wall and happened to see several managers rushing towards Shuyu in a rage, with a look as if they were going to eat her. He then took a step forward and stood in front of Shuyu.

Most people here had never seen her, and they all looked at her.

Anan calmly blocked Shuyu who was wiping tears, and said to everyone in the room with a smile: "Uncle Jue has been ill recently. You are all old people who have worked with him for many years, please understand."

When everyone heard this, they all stopped walking. Some people who were curious said, "What the girl said is both right and wrong."

When Anan heard the words, he looked over and saw that the person who spoke was an elder with a stern tone.

He was originally standing at the back, but after hearing what Anan said, he walked in a zigzag pace, stroked his goatee, and walked towards Anan step by step, saying slowly, "It is unquestionable to be considerate of Ah Jue, but there are more than a hundred people in this village who need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate as soon as they open their eyes. If you are considerate of Ah Jue, it's okay to go hungry for one or two meals, but if Ah Jue can't manage things all the time, won't we all die of starvation?"

As he finished speaking, he was already approaching Anan. Although his face looked gentle, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Anan stepped back, a smile appeared on his face, and he met his gaze calmly.

This person's words were like salt sprinkled in a frying pan, causing the originally calm crowd to start complaining again.

The other party smiled disdainfully, as if mocking Anan's innocence.

With the crowd's encouragement, he became even more fearless. He took another step forward, his eyes became sharper, even with a hint of malice, and his tone was still unhurried: "Before leaving home, the master made a promise in front of us that he would do his best to do the job and not let the manor make any mistakes. Now we can understand Ah Jue, but who will understand if he causes trouble?"

"Yes, yes, the master has a stern face, so how can there be room for negotiation?"

"Yes! Yes! Although Uncle Jue is in charge of the farm affairs, after all, the job is ours!"

"Uncle Jue may not be in trouble, but we can't afford it. After all, we are still relying on the job to support our wife!"

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For a moment, there were many different opinions and the crowd was excited, and everyone followed that man forward for a while.

Anan looked at everyone. This time, she did not step back. Instead, she pulled over the armchair that Wang Jue usually sat on and sat down leisurely.