Yun Zhaozhao also satisfied him.
For the Clear Breeze Temple, Yun Zhaozhao was not only a god of wealth, but also a wishing well, even more efficacious than the " Prosperity Spring " they had built on Clear Breeze Mountain. It was precisely because of this that all the Daoist priests of Clear Breeze Temple, regardless of age, doted on Yun Zhaozhao.
While Yun Zhaozhao was sorting out the accounts, Daoist priests would occasionally come over to add charcoal to her fire or bring her a blanket. Compared to them, Wen Xu seemed a bit Wen Xu.
Wen Xu sidled closer and tentatively asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
If someone else had asked this, Yun Zhaozhao might have suspected they were after her money, but Wen Xu, who was naive and Wen Xu... Yun Zhaozhao didn't really doubt his character, she just questioned his ability, "You can even keep accounts?"
Wen Xu: "Who do you think you are? I've been doing this since I was little."
Yun Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, then casually handed the guesthouse's ledger to Wen Xu. Of Clear Breeze Temple's three main revenue streams, Clear Breeze Temple was currently the most profitable, and it was also Yun Zhaozhao's core business and trade secret, so she definitely had to keep track of the accounts herself. As for the agricultural base managed by Grandpa Lin, since it had a partnership with Wen Xu's factory, it wouldn't be appropriate to let Wen Xu see the cost price of the poultry directly. Therefore, only the Clear Breeze Temple Guesthouse, because it had been open the shortest and its profits weren't particularly high, and its accounts were simple and clear, was suitable to be handed over to Wen Xu.
Wen Xu had no idea about these things, and as a result, he started working diligently on the ledgers that Yun Zhaozhao handed him. Actually, he usually hated doing these things the most. Huang Xi would hire a professional accountant to handle the accounts for his own factory. But when he was with Yun Zhaozhao, he felt that even something as tedious as accounting became interesting.
Luckily, his dad isn't here, otherwise he'd probably scold him for being love-struck again.
Before the accounts were being tallied, the courtyard was always bustling with people. But as the accounts were being tallied, the Daoist priests all left the courtyard.
Anyway, when Wen Xu and Yun Zhaozhao looked up from the pile of account books, they found that they were the only two people left in the courtyard at some point.
Yun Zhaozhao glanced at the time and realized that it was almost midnight.
She asked Wen Xu, "Do you have the custom of staying up all night on New Year's Eve in your hometown?"
Wen Xu: "My family doesn't even celebrate the New Year anymore, what do you think?"
Yun Zhaozhao: "... In my hometown, we set off firecrackers at midnight. Only after the firecrackers are finished is the New Year celebration truly over."
Wen Xu subconsciously said, "That's a pity. I should have saved a box of fireworks and waited until midnight to set them off."
Yun Zhaozhao smiled and said, "It's no pity. The young Daoist priests are all asleep now. If we really kept them, we definitely couldn't let them go."
Yun Zhaozhao had put her phone on silent to keep track of the accounts, and only when she took it out now did she see that many people had sent her New Year's greetings. She leaned back and slowly replied to each one.
Wen Xu, who was standing nearby, didn't disturb her. Instead, he went to get more charcoal and made the fire burn brightly again.
Actually, they both knew that at this hour, they shouldn't add any more charcoal, but rather say goodnight and go to sleep. However, Yun Zhaozhao didn't mention it while replying to her phone, so Wen Xu just pretended not to notice.
Actually, Wen Xu didn't plan to do anything. He just felt that the night was long and he couldn't sleep, so he wanted to spend more time with Yun Zhaozhao.
At the same time, Wen Xu's mother, Ms. Song Qinglan, who was far away abroad, was also Wen Xu.
There's a time difference abroad, and right now, the sun is shining brightly and the sea breeze is gentle where Song Qinglan is. Ms. Song Qinglan is enjoying the sea breeze and drinking a little wine when she suddenly has a flash of inspiration and thinks about her son who is far away in China. Then she realizes that today seems to be Chinese New Year's Eve in China, so she takes the initiative to make a video call to check on her single son.
The elderly mother didn't care whether it was the middle of the night back home; she immediately made a video call.
The sudden ringing of the telephone instantly shattered the delicate, intimate atmosphere around the fireplace.
Before Yun Zhaozhao could even look up, Wen Xu had already hung up the phone with lightning speed.
Yun Zhaozhao: "Who is it?"
Wen Xu remained Wen Xu and composed. "A harassing call, probably a scam."
Yun Zhaozhao deeply sympathized. "Yes, there have indeed been many scam calls in recent years, especially those from overseas."
Wen Xu: "Yes, this call came from overseas."
Looking at the phone call that was abruptly ended, Ms. Song Qinglan, who was far away overseas, complained to Wen Zhengrong in disbelief, "Tell me, tell me, what's the use of raising a son? He won't even answer my calls."
Wen Zhengrong: "Try to think positively. Besides, it's the New Year, and you haven't bothered with him, have you?"
Song Qinglan: "... That's true."
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Wen Xu's factory employees get a two-week annual leave, but Clear Breeze Temple started getting busy early the day after New Year's Eve.
Firstly, there are many pilgrims who come to the Daoist temple on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month to offer incense.
In the past, Clear Breeze Temple also had the custom of burning the first incense on the first day of the Clear Breeze Temple month, but at that time, Clear Breeze Temple's reputation has grown day by day. It's not so obvious when you see it normally, but on a big day like today, it's so crowded that there's hardly any room to stand.
The incense at Clear Breeze Temple was so strong that it even changed the color of the sky above.
Since Wen Xu had nothing else to do, he came over to help again early the next morning.
He couldn't interfere with the incense burning and worship at Clear Breeze Temple, but there were still plenty of tasks he could be assigned to the orchard in the Clear Breeze Temple's backyard. For example, the strawberries at Clear Breeze Temple were in season right now.
Wen Xu led a group of young Daoist priests to pick strawberries in the orchard behind the temple, while Yun Zhaozhao and Xiaojiu led the other sales staff to sell the strawberries in the front yard of Clear Breeze Temple. The freshly picked strawberries were red, big, and fresh, with dew still on them. In addition, Clear Breeze Temple sold its own produce, eliminating middlemen and making a profit, so the price was even cheaper than strawberries on the market.
As a result, Wen Xu and his group's picking speed couldn't keep up with Yun Zhaozhao and Xiaojiu's selling speed at all.
In the end Yun Zhaozhao simply had Xiaojiu collect one entrance ticket for each person, and then let everyone go in and pick the fruit themselves. Eating it on-site was free, and if they wanted to take it home, they would be charged the normal price.
Xiaojiu was a little worried. "With so many people going in, won't they make a mess of the strawberry garden? Sister Banxia will definitely be angry when she comes back; this is all her hard work."
Yun Zhaozhao thought for a moment and said, "Here's what we'll do: go get the loudspeaker and record something, then play it on a loop in the greenhouse. Tell everyone to be careful not to damage the strawberries, because the immortals of Clear Breeze Temple are watching them from heaven!"
Xiaojiu was skeptical. "... Will this really work?"
Yun Zhaozhao smiled and said, "It might not work elsewhere, but it will definitely work here at Clear Breeze Temple."
Xiaojiu obediently recorded the audio, then carried a megaphone and played it around the various tents. Sure enough, the previously chaotic crowd suddenly became orderly.
Xiaojiu:... As expected, the power of gods is truly immense these days!
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the people of Clear Breeze Temple were busy until the Clear Breeze Temple closed, and only then did they finally get a chance to sit down and catch their breath.
Yun Zhaozhao was also exhausted that day, especially her legs and throat, which felt like they didn't belong to her anymore.
She was sitting on a stool, covered with a small blanket, sipping water to moisten her throat, when she saw Wen Xu sneakily walking towards her. Yun Zhaozhao pretended not to see him and continued drinking her water as if nothing had happened.
Although she deliberately avoided looking at Wen Xu, she could still sense his various Wen Xu movements out of the corner of her eye.
For example, Wen Xu sneaked over and sat on an empty chair next to her. Or, Wen Xu rummaged around for a while, seemingly looking for something...
Until, Yun Zhaozhao's arm was gently bumped by someone next to her.
When Yun Zhaozhao turned around, he saw Wen Xu smiling beautifully at him, holding a large, red strawberry in Wen Xu hand. The strawberry looked really red, even redder than the sunset, and its shape was a bit strange, like a heart.
Wen Xu just looked at her with a grin and said softly, "When I was picking strawberries, I specially saved the reddest ones for you. You can take the rest to your room and eat them slowly later. This one is the prettiest; try it and see if you like it."
In an instant, one word popped into Yun Zhaozhao's mind: pure love!
It has to be said that Wen Xu is already this old, yet he can still do such a pure and loving thing. It's really... really... quite surprising to Yun Zhaozhao.
Yun Zhaozhao didn't really want to spoil the mood, but her first thought was, "Did you wash these strawberries?"
Wen Xu: "No. But I saw them eating the strawberries directly in the strawberry field."
Yun Zhaozhao: "Shouldn't we still take a shower?"
Wen Xu Wen Xu got up, ran to rinse the strawberry, and then slipped back. This time, Yun Zhaozhao obediently took the strawberry and put it in her mouth.
Wen Xu: "Is it sweet?"
Yun Zhaozhao: "Sweet!"
After they finished speaking, they realized that it had been quite quiet around them for a while. They looked up abruptly and found that everyone was staring at them, and judging from the situation, they had probably been watching for quite some time.
Seeing Yun Zhaozhao and Wen Xu looking over, the others who were a little less timid pretended to look away.
Only Martial Uncle Chuli, Jingting, and Daoist Chang Kong were still staring intently at the two people.
The most outrageous one was probably Martial Uncle Chuli.
Because he actually imitated Wen Xu's mannerisms, picking up a strawberry and putting it to Jingting's lips, saying in a Wen Xu tone, "Here, try it, is it sweet?"
Jingting and Daoist Chang Kong: "Pfft!"