"Oh, from now on, those three hundred mu of farmland will be permanently exempt from land tax, and corvée labor and other levies will have nothing to do with our family either."
Fang Yue was naturally happy to cooperate with his mother and indulge that tiny bit of showing off she wanted. He spoke up.
For every sentence Fang Yue said, the surrounding aunties and older women let out a cry of surprise. Clearly, they had all been stunned by his words.
As for Mother Chen Shi, the smile on her face grew ever brighter.
Her eyes brimmed with even greater pride as they swept over the neighbors around her, as though they were speaking: Look, this is my Zhi'er. Isn't he capable!
"And besides, I'm now a Martial Scholar. The Yamen gives me a subsidy of two taels of silver every month. It isn't much, but they'll keep paying it for three years," Fang Yue continued.
Though two taels of silver truly meant little to him, it came from the Yamen. In the eyes of ordinary people, that was an enormous boon.
Two taels of silver could buy a great deal of meat.
"No wonder, no wonder so many boys in the village have been clamoring to learn martial arts this past year."
"So Martial Scholar masters are this capable!"
"Fang Mu's wife, your family is truly blessed."
"Exactly, exactly. I'm dying of envy. My second aunt is from the neighboring Zhou Family Village, and her youngest daughter is—"
The aunties and older women around them praised Chen Shi and praised Fang Yue.
In the end, someone inevitably turned the conversation to Fang Yue's marriage. After all, with someone as outstanding as Fang Yue, what family with a daughter would not want to marry her into his household?
Even