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  He Zhizhong exclaimed, "This flower is truly a treasure!" with an innocent and harmless face, only asking Jiang Changyang, "Excuse me, Mr. Jiang, is your friend still in the capital? If it's convenient, I'd like to ask him for help to bring back one of these plants or buy some seeds."

  This isn't openly hitting the nail on the head, is it helping oneself to spend money? Peony was stunned for a moment, her face turned hot, and she quietly pulled He Zhizhong's hand. From this old father, everything is fine, but when it comes to children, he always has an especially thick skin. He Zhizhong held her hand back, looking at Jiang Changyang with utmost sincerity, his face full of expectation.

  The subtle movements of the He family's father and daughter did not escape Jiang Changyang's eyes, and he couldn't help but secretly smile. In this world, there are foolish people who love wealth, fame, power, beauty, gold and stone, and some even love famous generals. But now, he himself has become infatuated with flowers. The He family is a straightforward and reasonable household with a strong sense of justice, making them suitable to interact with. Jiang Changyang thought this and smiled slightly: "My friend is not in the capital at the moment, so it's inconvenient for me to invite him over. If you like, wait until autumn when I've divided or grafted the flowers successfully, and I'll have someone bring some over to your residence."

  It's a generous one. Peony said, "No need to bother, just give me a few seeds." At this time, most people do not use seeds to propagate peonies, but instead use division or grafting. There is also a method circulating in the market, that as soon as the flowers wither, they will be cut off immediately, because people think that leaving the seeds will cause the variety to degenerate. If this gardener from Jiang's family is really knowledgeable, he might have pruned these flowers clean and wouldn't leave any seeds behind.

  Jiang Changyang glanced at the purple peony hanging fruit and replied without hesitation: "If you like it, just pick them all."

  "Peony saw that he was generous, but didn't want him to lose out either, so she smiled and said: 'Just a few will do, no need for so many. I also have some varieties there that you don't have here, and when the time comes, I'll send them over along with the Wei Zi and Yu Lou Dian Cui we previously agreed on.'"

  Here is the translation:

  "By the way, Peony glanced at the shrinking flower farmer and thought that if he didn't understand, giving himself a package of old seeds that couldn't sprout would be a waste. So she reminded him, "These newly formed seeds can be used for grafting as rootstock in the future, but peony seeds like to be fresh and not old, so it's best to harvest them in time." Peony seeds are delicate and peculiar, with fresh ones germinating within a year, slightly older ones taking two years to germinate, and very old ones taking three years to sprout. Moreover, they must be harvested and planted in the same year, otherwise, the seedling rate will be extremely low. It's really complicated! Jiang Changyang was slightly stunned, walked forward, and carefully examined the seeds, frowning: "When is the best time to harvest them?" He had thought giving someone a few seeds would be a simple matter, but it turned out to be so complicated? Since he had promised to give them good seeds, he naturally wanted to send the best ones, so he couldn't help but carefully clarify.

  "Master Jiang, don't worry about it," Peony smiled. "When the skin of this fruit turns yellow like a crab shell, just have someone pick it and hand it over to me for processing." She had her own motives - she wanted to mass-produce and cultivate them on a large scale, so how could she reveal the relevant techniques for handling these peony seeds to outsiders?

  Jiang Changyang saw that she had already given a clear reply, saying that when the skin turned crab yellow, it could be picked. He didn't decline the peony that Mudan gave him and smiled: "Then I'll trouble you." Seriously looking at the florist, he said: "You carefully take care of these flowers' varieties, wait until the hongpi turns into crab yellow color, then hurry up and pick them down."

  The flower craftsman wiped a cold sweat, carefully sizing up Jiang Changyang's expression. Seeing that Jiang didn't have any particular expression, he knew that before finding the right person to take care of the peony, he wouldn't be punished, so he put his heart at ease and hastily expressed: "Don't worry, sir, even if it costs me my life, I will definitely not let anything go wrong."

  Jiang Changyang glanced at him and said lightly, "If that's the case, you should have handed over your life long ago. How many lives do you have?" The florist suddenly changed color, his lips trembling with fear, and he didn't dare say another word. He suddenly fell to the ground, bowing deeply to Jiang Changyang: "Sir is kind and generous, I will never dare again."

  Jiang Changyang looked at Peony: "For the time being, I also can't find a suitable person to take care of these flowers and trees. Please teach him how to manage these flowers and trees."

  The peony called the flower craftsman over and seriously instructed him on several things to pay attention to when caring for peonies: "Watering must be done with care, not watering at all is better than watering too little, if you do water, make sure to water thoroughly, don't let water accumulate, in summer don't water at noon, either do it before sunrise or after sunset, best use rainwater or river water, otherwise use well water that has been left out for a day or two."

  That craftsman suffered a great loss and did not dare to slack off again, carefully responding without mentioning it.

  "Has the mistress of Qinghua Manor been troubling you after I left?"

  Jiang Changyang smiled slightly: "I'm waiting for her invitation at home." Seeing the look of disapproval on the faces of He's family, he laughed and said: "Don't worry about me, Pan Shifeng has always been friendly with me, she won't let me down. This time I go, I will be able to resolve this matter."

  He Zhizhong looked at Jiang Changyang's mansion, thought of his actions, and then looked at his calm demeanor, subconsciously believing seven or eight points of what he said. Thinking that this matter couldn't be helped by his own family either, he said a few more polite words and stood up to bid farewell.

  After leaving the Jiang family's residence, He Zhizhong was in a good mood and took Peony for a stroll along the Qujiang Pool. Pointing at the Purple Cloud Pavilion, he said: "When the new scholars' banquet is held, the musicians from the Music Bureau will come to perform, and the Emperor will watch from behind the curtains on the Purple Cloud Pavilion. You didn't have the chance to go out before, but next spring is just in time, you can come and take a look at the excitement then. If you're lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of the Emperor."

  The peony gathered his fun, deliberately picking up some irrelevant questions to ask east and west, and the two of them, Dalang, inserted jokes, teasing He Zhizhong into a hearty laugh. Suddenly, he thought: "It's getting late, I asked Si Lang to invite Zhang Wu Lang, it's almost time now, if we go late, we might be said to be disrespectful, let's hurry back." After finishing, he turned the horse around and urged Peony and Dalang to catch up quickly.

  A group of people walked to the vicinity of Xiuzhengfang, and suddenly saw an old woman standing in the middle of the road, crying and wailing. With a foreign accent, she begged passersby for help: "Save my family's daughter." However, the pedestrians didn't pay much attention to her. Some people couldn't bear it and handed her some money, but she just covered her face and continued to cry bitterly.

  The peony raised her eyes to look over, but saw that the old woman was wearing a fine linen underskirt, and her hair was also combed neatly. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was clean and tidy, like a servant from an ordinary family, but not like a rascal. This aroused some curiosity, and after getting He Zhongzhong's permission, she let Yuhe go forward to ask what was going on.

  The old woman wailed for half a day, and only now did she see someone willing to listen patiently to her words. She didn't care about anything else, and hastily rushed forward, grasping the reins of Peony's horse with one hand, and crying out: "Good maiden, please save my daughter-in-law! Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!"

  He Zhizhong furrowed his brow and raised his whip, shouting: "Let go! If you have something to say, say it properly. Don't grab and pull like this, or I'll use my whip on you!"

  The old woman finally let go of her hand and pointed to the shade of a nearby tree: "My daughter accidentally offended her husband, and he drove her out with a divorce letter. Her parents' home is not here, and our master and servant have nowhere to go when we leave! She was seriously ill and had spent all the money on her body. She had just been driven out of the inn, and she fell ill again, dying. I hope you, sir, will take pity on her and save her!"

  The thing hurt its kind, Peony's heart suddenly felt a chill, and she looked at He Zhizhong with pleading eyes. He Zhizhong sighed and said, "Let's take a look."

  But beside the tree, a relatively clean grass mat was spread on the ground, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old maid sat on it, hugging a young woman of about twenty in her arms, who was crying. There were only two small and old packages by their side, and there was not a single valuable ornament on either of them.

  A group of people walked to the vicinity of Xiuzhengfang, and suddenly saw an old lady standing in the middle of the road, crying and wailing. She spoke with a foreign accent and asked passersby for help: "Save my daughter." However, the pedestrians didn't pay much attention to her. Some people couldn't bear it and handed her some money, but she refused, covering her face and sobbing.

  The peony raised her eyes to look over, but saw that the old woman was wearing a fine linen underskirt, and her hair was also combed neatly. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was clean and tidy, like a servant from an ordinary family, but not like a rogue or a rascal. This aroused some curiosity, and after getting He Zhongzhong's permission, she let Yuhe go forward to ask what was going on.

  The old woman wailed for half a day, and only then did someone come to listen patiently. Without caring about anything else, she rushed forward in big strides, grabbed the reins of Peony's horse, and wailed: "Good girl, save a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, my family's daughter."

  He Zhizhong furrowed his brow and raised his whip, shouting: "Let go! If you have something to say, say it properly. Don't make me use my whip with all this grabbing and tugging."

  The old woman finally let go of her hand and pointed to the shade of a nearby tree: "My daughter accidentally offended her husband, and she was forced to leave with a divorce letter. Her family is not here, and there's nowhere for her to go outside. She spent all her money on medical treatment and was just kicked out of the inn. Now she's dying from illness, please, sir, have mercy and save her!"

  The peony was in full bloom, and although the young woman was unconscious, her facial features were beautiful and delicate, a rare beauty.

  He Zhizhong also found it strange: "You want us to help you, but you must also make it clear what kind of people you are, who her original husband's family is, whose daughter she is, and why she was divorced. Otherwise, how can we blindly help you?"

  The old woman cried and complained, and Peony finally understood what was going on. It turned out that the woman's maiden name was Qin, originally from Yangzhou, both parents had passed away, and she was married off by her uncle and aunt to Yan Ba Lang in Tongshantang, Beijing. The man was ugly, but Qin didn't say anything, and they lived together peacefully. Who would have thought that half a month ago, while Qin was dressing up in the bedroom, Yan Ba Lang sneaked a peek at her, and she suddenly saw him in the mirror, scaring her to death. Yan Ba Lang was furious, no matter how Qin begged for mercy, he wouldn't listen, and with one divorce paper, he kicked her out. Pitifully, far from home, she couldn't return, and ended up like this.

  The beauty and the beast are matched, it's not a comedy but a tragedy. Such an unforgivable mistake, yet it becomes the reason for being abandoned. Qin didn't even bother to tell him, letting herself be discarded, Peony couldn't help but say: "Why don't you go tell him?"

  The woman was stunned for a moment, and sighed: "It's already been abandoned, what's the point of saying it again? It's just getting a little more property. As for my mother, the difference is that there is no father or brother, not a local..."

  Peony was a bit dazed, although she had prepared herself, after all, what she relied on was just the powerful father and brother behind her. Otherwise, it would be equally miserable, at most, it would be a case of "玉石俱焚" (where both the good and the bad are destroyed together), where could she go to seek justice? She shrank back in fear behind He Zhizhong's body, tightly grasping He Dalang's hand.

  He Zhizhong saw his daughter's appearance and said in a low voice: "Help her up, send someone to the nearest inn nearby, and immediately go to the medical clinic to ask for a doctor. If you want to return to Yangzhou, you can leave with our team in two months."

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