"It is indeed well written." Gu Fenglin wrote: "You sold your embroidery skills and exchanged them for a few acres of land. You must have other plans?"
Mu Yunhan told the truth: "I plan to grow some precious medicinal materials and vegetables."
At first, my grandma opened a small vegetable patch in the corner of the yard where they lived, growing vegetables in the middle and some commonly used herbs in the corners.
Grandma is very good at growing these. The harvest from a small vegetable plot is unexpectedly good.
Apart from the vegetables and medicinal materials grown for personal use, the rest is used to bribe the women and maids who look after them.
She learned a lot from her grandmother. She was not sure if the land was too wide, but it was no problem if it was a few acres of land.
Gu Fenglin neither agreed nor objected, but wrote: "Do you hate Zheng Hai?"
"Zheng Hai?" Mu Yunhan didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned Zheng Hai.
After a second thought, I understood.
In remote villages, there are not so many things to pay attention to, and men and women who are engaged have the opportunity to meet each other during New Years and holidays.
Zheng Hai was studying in the county. Whenever he came back during holidays, he would visit Mu's house and meet and talk with Mu Yunhan.
During the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, we also made an appointment to go out and play together.
The talent of the man and the beauty of the woman are also a legend in the town.
The relationship between the two used to be very good, but if it suddenly fell to this point, everyone would think that she must hate Zheng Hai very much.
"No." Mu Yunhan smiled and shook his head: "I was thinking about how to make a lot of money."
If it weren't for Zheng Zhugen and Zheng Hainiang's quarrel, she wouldn't have been able to remember such a person.
Her time and energy are precious, so why would she waste it on a scumbag?
"That's good." Gu Fenglin thought for a moment and took an abacus: "Is it possible?"
Mu Yunhan finally showed his timidity: "No."
“It’s no good if you want to make money but don’t know how to settle accounts.”
Gu Fenglin smiled, and his slender white fingers moved back and forth flexibly, making the beads crackle.
Mu Yunhan was extremely envious: "Master, can you teach me?"
Gu Fenglin motioned her to sit down, shared an abacus with her, and taught her the most basic fingering techniques.
The lights were dim and the black cat was dozing off. The two of them sat quietly at the table side by side, fiddling with the abacus. The beads struck each other, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.
Sometimes Mu Yunhan didn't understand or made a mistake, so Gu Fenglin would patiently demonstrate to her.
"It's time to rest. I'm not in good health, and I don't know how to take care of it." Goddess Gu reminded her dissatisfiedly, handing over a bowl of thick, black and sticky soup that exuded a strange smell.
Mu Yunhan thought it was for her and couldn't help but shudder. The medicine smelled unpleasant.
But Goddess Gu handed it to Gu Fenglin and coaxed in a soft tone: "Take the medicine. This time it won't taste as bad as last time."
Gu Fenglin stared at the bowl of medicine in a daze, and was forced to drink it helplessly.
After taking a sip, he frowned and felt nauseated uncontrollably.
Mu Yunhan felt sad for him, but he smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.
Goddess Gu quickly stuffed a piece of preserved fruit into his mouth to calm him down, and said worriedly: "Be patient, take the medicine and you'll be fine."
Gu Fenglin sat quietly with his eyes lowered, motionless.
Goddess Gu stood aside nervously, clasping her hands together from time to time and praying softly: "Don't spit it out, don't spit it out."
After about a cup of tea, Gu Fenglin opened his eyes and breathed out slowly.
"I won't vomit, thank God, thank God!" Mrs. Gu muttered and walked out.
Only now did Mu Yunhan dare to ask softly: "Is the medicine hard to eat?" (To be continued)