Transmigrating into the book: The daughter of the Shen family is too arrogant

Chapter 98 Entrustment

When Shen Qingyu was about to leave, she heard a sad song not far away in the bamboo forest.

It is so sad that it makes people cry.

It’s Mr. Jiang!

When Shen Qingyu heard the old and drunken singing voice, he immediately guessed that it must be the manager of the tea house, Mr. Jiang.

"Xiangyun, come with me and take a look."

Shen Qingyu sorted out his emotions.

Following the sound, I saw an old man in his sixties lying on the ground under a lush pine tree, drinking and singing.

I want to sing wildly, but I get drunk and become desolate.

The old man was dressed in cloth and straw sandals. Although his clothes were simple and rustic, his eyes were bright and sharp, unlike those of ordinary people. His demeanor showed the arrogance of a scholar.

"Mr. Jiang."

Shen Qingyu walked over and bowed respectfully.

Jiang Lao opened his eyes, which were full of drunkenness. "It's you, the girl from Mr. Shen's family. Not bad, not bad, little girl. The wine you sent is very much what I want."

As he was talking, Mr. Jiang burped.

Shen Chuanhe is the third oldest among the Shen brothers. Except for the deceased Old Master Shen, I'm afraid that given Shen Chuanhe's status as the head of the family, no one dares to call Shen Chuanhe that.

The fact that Old Jiang calls Shen Chuanhe like this is enough to show that in Old Jiang's heart, he does not actually take Shen Chuanhe, the head of the Shen family, seriously.

"My slave, please retreat first."

Xiangyun saw Shen Qingyu raise his hand and wanted to say something to Mr. Jiang, so she stepped aside.

Shen Qingyu sat next to Mr. Jiang without any hesitation.

Old Jiang looked at Shen Qingyu with a hint of satisfaction in his drunken eyes. He didn't expect that a man like the third son of the Shen family could give birth to such a smart daughter.

Mr. Jiang is a casual person. There is no need to show him the hypocrisy in interpersonal communication. "Mr. Jiang, the song you sang just now was full of sadness and regret. It was a feeling of unfinished business and difficulty in reconciliation."

Hearing her words, Jiang Lao laughed out loud, "You have some hidden meaning in your words, girl. It seems that you have doubted my identity. Whatever, after all these years, I have done my best for your Shen family and your grandfather."

"Mr. Jiang, you are someone that my grandfather promoted. After my grandfather passed away, Mr. Jiang did not return to the mansion, but stayed in the tea house in Yuntai Mountain. I think you are guarding our Shen family for my grandfather."

The Shen family’s largest teahouse is located on Yuntai Mountain. This is the Shen family’s foundation and lifeline. As long as Yuntai Mountain is defended, the Shen family’s industry will be defended.

Mr. Jiang did not refute Shen Qingyu's words. He took a sip of wine and said, "Time flies. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed."

"Mr. Jiang, you are my senior, may I call you Grandpa Jiang?"

Shen Qingyu tried to narrow the distance between the two people. Although she seemed to be of noble status, she did not take the etiquette and rules seriously. She sat on the ground with the old man, which showed her sincerity.

Her eyes were clear, without any calculation, and she spoke to him sincerely.

"I am an acquaintance of your grandfather, so it is not wrong for you to call me grandpa." Old Jiang smiled kindly.

"Grandpa Jiang, Qingyu has something unclear, please advise. Jiang Yun calls Master Nanrong his senior brother, then you are..." Thinking of what Grandpa Jiang said before, "Even if you have a wonderful brush in your hand, you can paint all the people in the world, but you can't paint the human heart." At that time, she thought that Grandpa Jiang was implying that people's hearts were unpredictable, but now thinking about it carefully, it is also possible that Grandpa Jiang is also good at painting, and what he is best at is not landscape painting, but painting people.

What if Mr. Jiang was Nan Rongyan’s teacher?

Doesn't that mean she has one more way out?

What a cunning girl! She tried to trick him by calling him Grandpa Jiang. However, this girl was indeed smart. She had only been in Yuntaishan for a few days but she had already guessed his identity. It seemed that the descendants of the Shen family were not all incompetent and mediocre.

It’s a pity that she is just a girl and will not be able to revive the Shen family in the future.

Jiang Lao sighed in his heart and said with a smile, "I can see what you are thinking, little girl. But unfortunately, I am not Ziyu's real teacher. Ziyu is a rare genius in a century. His attainments in painting in the future will definitely be far better than mine. I just gave him some pointers because of my age. He respected me and called me teacher."

"Grandpa Jiang, Qing Yu has seen the paintings of Young Master Nan Rong in the bamboo house in the bamboo forest. His painting style is sharp, and seems to carry a bit of sharp meaning. I just heard that Grandpa Jiang once gave Young Master Nan Rong some pointers. So Qing Yu might as well make a bold guess that Grandpa Jiang should be a painter who is good at painting people, or even a royal attendant. Even if he is neither, you should have stayed in Kyoto when you were young and were infected with the luxurious atmosphere of Kyoto. Therefore, the painting has the momentum of the emperor's feet, overlooking the four seas, sweeping the universe, and encompassing the eight wildernesses."

Jiang Lao's hand holding the wine stopped in mid-air, and his old eyes suddenly opened completely. The drunkenness dissipated, and he was full of astonishment and disbelief, "Girl, you are really too smart. Although it is not expected, it is not far away."

Old Jiang took another sip of wine and continued, "I was successful at a young age. Once I became famous, I didn't know how high the heavens were and how deep the earth was. As a result, I offended the powerful and had to flee in a hurry. Fortunately, your grandfather took me in. Girl, your grandfather was also a man of temperament, but unfortunately... unfortunately..."

Shen Qingyu was very curious about what kind of legendary story happened to this old man Jiang in the past, and what kind of person was the famous old man of his own Shen family, whose influence still lingered even after many years of death?

However, seeing the dejected look on Mr. Jiang's face, Shen Qingyu didn't dare to continue asking even though he was halfway through his words.

"Grandpa Jiang, since my grandfather asked you to help look after the tea shop and the Shen family, then you shouldn't stand idly by when the Shen family suffers this misfortune regarding the new tea tribute to the court."

Old Master Shen asked Old Master Jiang to stay in Yuntaishan. Given the friendship between Old Master Jiang and Old Master Shen, if Old Master Jiang knew that thousands of tea seedlings were damaged, it would be unreasonable for him to just sit there and let those people do whatever they want in the Yuntaishan tea house.

Jiang Lao glanced at her, took a sip of wine and said, "Girl, since you have thought of it, why bother asking me? Manager Li is usually very respectful to me and worships me like a Buddha, hoping that I will become confused and turn a blind eye and stop interfering in the affairs of the villa."

Sure enough, it was just as she expected.

Shen Qingyu didn't understand anything at the moment. At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Mr. Jiang was guarding the Shen family, he would definitely not watch anything happen to the Shen family. Now he looked so relaxed. I'm afraid he must have grown the same tea in other places.