This action gave Grace Bolton immense trust and comfort—it meant entrusting her with all his privacy. So when William Foster called Little White to sit down and eat together, she just smiled.

Little White looked at William Foster with a hint of grievance. As the maid who stayed by the bedside, and also his future concubine, William Foster still refused to touch her, saying she was still young and needed to grow up a bit more.

Last night, Little White secretly touched her own body and felt she was already quite mature.

“Let’s eat.”

As the head of the household, William Foster picked up a slice of salmon with his chopsticks and placed it in Grace Bolton’s bowl.

Grace Bolton took a small bite, and her brows relaxed.

“Is it good?”

In these times, there were no seafood products for inland people, so Grace Bolton asked in confusion, “Husband, this fish is so fatty!”

“This is sea fish. In the future, I’ll have someone prepare sashimi for you all.”

“Sea fish?”

Grace Bolton was a bit surprised. She came from a decent background and wasn’t ignorant, so she knew a few things.

With the transportation conditions of the time, seafood would basically spoil by the time it reached inland, and that fishy smell could make people nauseous.

But this fish tasted sweet and rich, melting in the mouth.

After the meal, William Foster used a key to open the cabinet he kept by the bedside.

“Shuhui, from now on, you’ll manage the money in here as you see fit.”

“Huh!”

Grace Bolton was a bit stunned. Inside the box were neatly stacked silver ingots and a land deed.

“This is the deed to the manor. From now on, you’ll take care of it more, and let the steward have a break.”

Going to the ancestral hall to pay respects...

After everything was settled, Jason Foster brought a group of people to congratulate the young master on his wedding.

William Foster sat in the center, with Grace Bolton on his left and Little White standing on his right, which gave off quite an imposing air.

“Congratulations to the young master on your wedding!”

William Foster nodded, then stood up and said, “Everyone, do your best. Life at Fang Manor will only get better and better.”

As the head of the family, but without children yet, William Foster still had to endure being called “young master.”

Nodding to Grace Bolton, William Foster then left with Little White.

Everyone watched this scene, feeling a chill in their hearts.

It seems that from now on, the young madam will be the one in charge at the manor!

Grace Bolton didn’t feel the slightest discomfort. She first asked a maid to help Jason Foster up and said kindly, “Uncle Jason, you are highly respected. In the future, I’ll need to seek your advice often.”

“This old servant wouldn’t dare.”

Jason Foster knew that from now on, this young madam would be his direct superior, so he didn’t dare be negligent.

Grace Bolton smiled warmly and said, “Uncle Jason, you’re too modest. You are a loyal servant of the Fang family. My husband has said that from now on, you are the pillar of our household. Please continue to do your best.”

After reassuring Jason Foster, Grace Bolton’s expression didn’t change as she looked at the farmers and servants below and said, “Everyone has worked hard. Later, go and collect your rice.”

Collect rice? Everyone was a bit puzzled, but from the tone, they knew something was being distributed, and the crowd became a bit noisy.

“Quiet!”

Seeing that there was a slip-up on the first meeting with the young madam, Jason Foster immediately shouted, blowing his beard and glaring, then rushed over and kicked a burly man.

“Xin Lao Qi, if you keep making noise, I’ll give your rice to your wife!”

The big man rubbed his butt and grinned, “Young madam is kind. Even if you give it to my wife, it’s the same for me!”

Everyone around burst into laughter, and the group started talking about how Xin Lao Qi was once chased all over the manor by his wife wielding a rolling pin.

At this moment, Grace Bolton gave a light cough, and a maid immediately brought over a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Everyone stood solemnly.

After taking a sip of chrysanthemum tea, Grace Bolton said calmly, “Since my husband has entrusted the manor to me, everything will remain as it was for now. Go and collect your rice—each household according to the number of people, five jin of fragrant rice per person.”

Five jin of rice, and fragrant rice at that. Even though no one knew how good this fragrant rice was, in these times when even flour dumplings were a delicacy, rice was truly precious.

At this moment, Xin Lao Qi shouted, “Young madam, does that include newborn babies?”

“Everyone counts,” Grace Bolton nodded.

“You glutton! Hurry home and get a sack!”

Jason Foster gave him another kick, and then everyone dispersed.

After everyone had left, Jason Foster said, “Young madam, Xin Lao Qi isn’t causing trouble for no reason. He’s a bit slow, and he’s the youngest of seven brothers in his family.”

Grace Bolton immediately understood the implication.

A family with seven brothers—how hard must it be to feed them all!

Half-grown boys can eat their father out of house and home.

This youngest one probably never had enough to eat growing up.

“But sometimes fools have their own luck. By chance, he learned martial arts, but people who practice martial arts eat a lot, so his family has already separated him out. I was just about to recommend him to the young master. What do you think…”

A guard for the manor? Grace Bolton nodded, “I’ll mention it to my husband when he returns.”

On the dirt road of Fang Manor, Little White walked behind William Foster, nearly tearing her handkerchief apart.

It was the height of summer, and the spring wheat in the fields had already been harvested. Now, the farmers could be seen plowing and fertilizing the fields, preparing to plant soybeans.