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"Well, I'll go help Plain Grandmother," Qin'er said, as if she had received a pardon, secretly sighing in relief before eagerly turning to run off, leaving Qing Luan feeling somewhat helpless.
Little Wolf watched her with confusion. Why was Qin'er so terrified of Plain Grandmother when she was so cute? He was still so young and hadn't even tasted meat yet; it was frustrating to be feared by others.
In recent days, due to the need to implement matters related to the school, most fishermen had not gone out to sea. The items needed by the tavern were bought by people from Azure Phoenix Sect in other fishing villages, and the quantities were small. Sister Ma had organized everything and sent someone to deliver it to the city, so at this moment, Home was empty.
Little Wolf had been named Little White because of its white fur—simple and easy to remember. During mealtime, it was placed by Qing Luan's feet, with a bowl filled with soft rice mixed with minced meat and broth. It ate happily, making "slurping" sounds, while Tide seemed distracted during her meal.
"Tide," Qing Luan warned as she noticed Tide's inattentiveness, "if you don't hurry up and finish your food, you'll have to wash all the dishes later."
"Uh, I don't want to," Tide's expression changed immediately as she turned back to shovel rice into her mouth. However, her adorable eyes still darted around, making Qing Luan feel helpless but she chose not to say anything further.
After Qing Luan bathed Little White and dried it off, Zhao Yun held it and played in the yard while A-Song joined in teasing the little creature. They were both curious about this little one that had come to them. After all, it had followed the young lady but ended up pouncing on her instead—how could it have known that she would save and protect it?
"Zhao Yun," after Qin'er and Plain Grandmother finished tidying up the dishes, Qing Luan moved two chairs into the yard and called out to Zhao Yun, who was whispering something with A-Song.
"Sister," Zhao Yun turned around upon hearing her voice and ran over to ask, "Sister, did you need something from me?"
"Yes, please sit down first," Qing Luan said as she pulled him onto a chair. Then she gently asked, "How did you find today’s class? Did you get used to it?" She had arranged everything for him but also cared about his feelings; if he didn't like it, she wouldn't force him.
Upon hearing her question, Zhao Yun's smile faded and his mood suddenly dropped. He replied unhappily, "Teacher said we are older now and starting school late will be tiring. We need to work harder and be more serious..." He wanted to listen to his sister’s advice and study hard so he could become a top scholar one day and repay the Blood Feud. However, after hearing Teacher's words, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to do it.
"Take your time; don’t push yourself too hard," Qing Luan understood where his gloominess came from and smiled reassuringly. "Sister hopes you can learn to read and write so that we can avoid being deceived by others. Don’t you think?" She hoped he would understand that too much pressure wasn't good for him.
As for the Blood Feud, after she discovered the cotton, new plans began to form in her mind—perhaps even the heavens were helping her.
Time passed quickly, and the weather gradually turned cooler; before long, it was time for the autumn harvest. Although the villagers relied on the sea for their livelihood, they also grew grains, so everyone in the village was busy during the harvest season. Only Qing Luan's family seemed leisurely. The Hu Family Tavern would not see a decrease in customers due to the harvest, so she had arranged for some of Hu Lingyun's maids and married women to come help.
The main tasks were completed by her, Plain Grandmother, and Qin'er, while those others merely assisted with the basics. As for what came after, none of them knew. This was done entirely to prevent anyone from leaking their methods; if the Zheng Family offered a substantial reward, there would surely be someone among them who couldn't resist the temptation. It was better to be cautious.
"Miss," Sister Ma cheerfully walked into the courtyard carrying two baskets of Sweet Potatoes. Spotting the busy people in the yard, her sharp eyes quickly found that familiar figure, and she called out, "I've brought the Sweet Potatoes! Where should I put them?"
Hearing Sister Ma's voice, Qing Luan turned around in surprise at the sight of those large, smooth Sweet Potatoes. She hurriedly instructed Sister Ma to unload the baskets and smiled as she said, "Sister Ma, thank you! Just let me know how many pounds there are, and I'll pay you later." She had bought land but hadn’t planted anything; these items could only be purchased.
"Alright, there are still two more baskets; I'll go get them," Sister Ma readily agreed. After spending some time with Qing Luan, she understood her thoughtfulness and knew that families like theirs often lacked silver. They generally wouldn’t leave debts; if anyone faced difficulties, they could always speak up to her for help.
"Okay, just be careful," Qing Luan said as she watched Sister Ma easily carry in two full baskets of Sweet Potatoes. She still found it hard to believe. "By the way, Sister Ma," she suddenly remembered something as she saw Sister Ma turning to leave. "If anyone in the village thinks they have too many Sweet Potatoes, they can send them here; I’ll accept them."
"Ah, oh, alright! I'll let everyone know," Sister Ma replied with surprise and delight.
"Miss, why are you collecting so many Sweet Potatoes?" Qin'er asked curiously. "If you can't eat them all, they'll just go bad!" If not stored properly when it got cold, they would freeze.
"I have my reasons, Qin'er. You take care of things here; once they're done with this work, let them head back," she said nonchalantly while noticing a few sneaky individuals glancing at them from a distance. She pretended not to notice and continued with her tasks.
"Yes, but where are you going?" Qin'er asked in confusion.
"I have something to attend to, Qin'er. Gather all the prepared fish together; when I return, I'll teach you how to make something new." Since Qin'er showed interest in learning these things, Qing Luan was generous with her knowledge as long as she was eager to learn.
"Alright," Qin'er immediately broke into a stunning smile upon hearing this, leaving Qing Luan momentarily speechless.
Wow, her maid had become more beautiful, and she only just realized it. "Qin'er, your smile is so lovely!"
"Miss," Qin'er, who had been smiling naturally, suddenly blushed at her words, stamping her feet in protest. Oh no, she was being teased by her own mistress.
"Uh, I was just speaking the truth," Qing Luan said innocently, shrugging her shoulders and feeling quite wronged.
"Miss, I'm not talking to you anymore!" Qin'er ran off with a flushed face, leaving Qing Luan standing there in frustration, pondering: Was it really so wrong to speak the truth?
This tangled question didn't linger in Qing Luan's mind for long. She called A-Song to head up the mountain; it was time to harvest the cotton. She needed those seeds so she could plant large fields of cotton. And planting cotton didn't require prime land; it could be done in valleys or near fish ponds.
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At midnight, she continued to work hard, rising at dawn!
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