These shelves are made of long and thick moso bamboo, and are fixed on top with long and thick bamboo tubes, neatly arranged in five rows.
There are holes punched in the bottom of the bamboo tube to ensure that the plants planted inside can be dredged with water and soil without root rot.
Those placed against the wall are vertical in shape, while others scattered in the courtyard are like ladders, with different heights and heights, ensuring that each bamboo tube can receive rain, dew and sunlight.
Mrs. Mu was astonished: "What is this?"
Mu Yunhan smiled: "It can be used to grow vegetables, which can greatly save land space."
Madam Mu Er asked strangely: "How did you know?"
"It's from the books." Mu Yunhan smiled, "The Gu family has a lot of books. Didn't I tell you that the young master doesn't let me do anything every day, so he makes me read and write."
In fact, it was her grandma who taught her. She didn’t know where she came from so many strange methods, and she knew it better than anyone else.
At that time in Mu Mansion, grandma did not ask anyone to make this, but secretly drew pictures for her to see, saying that she could grow more things this way.
Thinking of his grandmother, it was raining again, and Mu Yunhan's mood became uncontrollably bad.
Mrs. Mu Er noticed that she was in a bad mood, so she thought it was because her baby's day was coming soon, so she didn't mess with her, but thoughtfully went to make her some sweet water to drink.
The rain didn't stop until the evening, but it changed from heavy rain to light rain.
Mu Yunhan didn't go to Gu's house and went to bed early.
Rain dripped from the eaves and kept "tick-tick" all night long. Mu Yunhan was so irritated that he covered his head in the quilt, trying to avoid this terrible sound.
It wasn't until midnight that she fell into a deep sleep. As expected, she had another nightmare.
In the blood-filled sky, the bright red wedding dress and golden phoenixes were flying, and the pigeon-blood-red gemstones were sparkling.
The cold and stunning Gu Yilan and Murong came hand in hand and looked at her condescendingly.
She was like a small and pitiful ant, crawling humbly on the ground and looking up at them.
Murong Qiao smiled sweetly: "I said, Mu Yunhan, why aren't you dead yet? Have you not given up on Yilan yet?"
She smiled sweetly, her scarlet lips slightly parted: "Yilan, let her give up."
Gu Yilan looked at her indifferently and stepped towards her...
"Gu Yilan, you are ungrateful!"
Mu Yunhan screamed and sat up suddenly, gasping for air.
The sky was dim, the window was half-open, and a figure was standing by the window with his back to her.
Wearing a spotless snow-colored gown, long jet black hair, thin and tall, he is none other than Gu Fenglin.
"Why is the young master here?" The most secret thing deep in his heart was suddenly revealed, and Mu Yunhan was very nervous and uneasy.
Gu Fenglin turned around slowly, with a cold expression and did not answer.
Mu Yunhan lowered his eyes, not daring to make any eye contact with him.
The atmosphere became stagnant, and both of them maintained their original postures, motionless.
There was a soft "squeak" sound, which was the sound of the window being pushed open and closed.
It's raining so heavily. Is Gu Fenglin leaving?
Mu Yunhan frowned and raised his head, only to see a shadow stop in front of the bed. Gu Fenglin not only did not leave, but came closer.
He looked at her quietly and gestured.
It was the code they had agreed upon before, indicating that he didn't see her coming yesterday and didn't get any news. He was worried and came over to have a look.
"Even if you are worried about me, there is no need to come to my room in the middle of the night, right? It would be bad for people to see you."
Mu Yunhan was in a bad mood, and what he said was a bit rude. (To be continued)