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The four of them cleared the dishes on the table in no time. Not only did they finish a large pot of rice, but Zhou San even scraped up the crispy rice left at the bottom, devouring half a bowl of it along with the last bit of sauce from the roasted wild chicken.
Yezhi let out a satisfied burp and patted her slightly bulging belly. The rice was too delicious; she couldn't help herself and ended up eating two bowls. Still, she was the one who ate the least among them. Zhou San managed to eat five bowls, leaving the pot completely empty, while Xiao Cheng and Aunt Zhou also worked hard to finish three bowls each.
After finishing their meal, Zhou San helped clean up the table while Yezhi boiled water in the kitchen. Aunt Zhou washed the dishes with rice washing water, and Xiao Cheng and Zhou San had nothing to do, so they started playing with Black Treasure in the yard.
Yezhi took out some tea leaves and brewed four bowls of tea with boiling water. Xiao Cheng sat in a rocking chair, took a cup of hot tea, sipped it lightly, and recited, "Drinking tea under a tiled roof with paper windows, clear spring water and green tea, using elegant ceramic teapots, sharing with two or three people, enjoying half a day's leisure can replace ten years of worldly dreams."
Yezhi held a white clay bowl with both hands, blowing on it lightly before sipping the amber-colored tea. Xiao Cheng's clear voice and the faint aroma of tea made one feel as if they were far removed from life's troubles and struggles in that moment... At this time, her spirit felt transparent, light, serene; even her soul became simple and pure!
Zhou San and Aunt Zhou didn't have as many profound thoughts as Yezhi. They simply felt that Xiao Cheng's recitation was beautiful. After eating their fill, they sat in the yard to rest and enjoyed a sip of hot tea, feeling quite comfortable.
"Comrade Yezhi, you will be going to the county for study in a few days. Are you prepared?"
Xiao Cheng's words reminded Yezhi that she indeed had many things to do before heading to the county. She needed to say goodbye to Wolf Child on the mountain, catch a wild boar, arrange matters regarding Earth's Rarity, and harvest Colostrum. Aunt Zhou, who had been smiling brightly before, now wore a worried expression. After sending off Xiao Cheng and Zhou San, she rummaged through boxes in the house and then sat cross-legged on the kang, sighing at two tickets in her Cloth Bag.
"Auntie, what's wrong? Is there something bothering you? Just tell me; I'm here for you!" Yezhi said with concern as she patted her chest.
Aunt Zhou handed the tickets to Yezhi. The small tickets were printed with "Cotton Ticket, one pound." Yezhi looked puzzled; it was her first time seeing a Cotton Ticket for buying cotton and found it quite unusual.
"Auntie, does one pound mean one jin?"
Aunt Zhou sighed, "I've saved for a long time and only exchanged for two Cotton Tickets. The weather is getting colder, dear, you don't even have a thick Cotton Padded Jacket!"
"Aunt, stop worrying! I'll just buy one!" Yezhi shouted confidently.
Aunt Zhou always felt that Yezhi was not simple. Just look at her clueless expression; this Cotton Ticket that every household needs, she seemed unfamiliar with it. "Silly girl, without a Cotton Ticket, you can't buy a Cotton Padded Jacket. Besides, doesn't everyone make their own?"
Yezhi scratched her head in frustration; the era of ticket supplies was really troublesome. "Winter is still a ways off; I'll think of something." If all else fails, she could go to Cosmic Mall to buy one.
"Spring dew has already passed; the cold comes quickly, and the cold wind cuts like a knife..." Aunt Zhou said anxiously. Hearing Aunt Zhou's ominous words made Yezhi shiver involuntarily; she was very sensitive to the cold. Without an electric blanket or a heater in winter, she couldn't sleep or sit still.
"I'll think of another way; I will definitely gather enough cotton before you go to the county town!" After saying this, Aunt Zhou hugged a Cloth Bag and headed to Barefoot Aunt's place.
After Aunt Zhou left, Yezhi sprawled on the kang and logged in with her consciousness. The lush green grass felt soft and gentle under her feet as she stepped through the transparent light door of the online store. Xiao Fang was indeed counting the golden Bodetons again.
Xiao Fang joyfully exclaimed, "Master, you're here! Master, Kiwi is in short supply; let's go up the mountain and gather more! Blueberry Wine sales are also good; before winter arrives, we should brew some more!"
Recently, Yezhi had been busy with the autumn harvest while Xiao Fang was occupied replying to fan letters, chatting with Xingli, and engaging in its favorite activity of counting money. They often discussed the business of "Earth's Rarity." Little did they know how Xiao Fang would react when it learned she was going to study and close down.
Xiao Fang took out a letter and pretended to be mysterious, insisting that Yezhi open it herself. A gentleman with a mustache appeared in the shop. "Miss Leaf, hello! I am Ace from Great Music Cultural Media. We are very interested in the mountain songs from Earth. Could you sell us the copyright? Of course, we will offer you a satisfactory price!"
Yezhi never expected that mountain songs could be sold. In "Earth's Rarity," there had only been two paid downloads so far.
"Master, let's find some uncles in the village to sing a few more songs!" Xiao Fang said eagerly at the sight of money. Yezhi poked it discontentedly. "Xiao Fang, although we are currently in debt, 'Earth's Rarity' is running well; we are not completely broke! Why do you keep focusing on money? If life is only about making money, what meaning does it have?" Despite Yezhi's earnest words, she was actually laying the groundwork for closing down. Although Xiao Fang called her master, she never regarded it as a servant; they were one entity. She needed to be gentle when depriving Xiao Fang of its interests.
Xiao Fang hugged Square Head, thinking hard about the master's words, "Counting money is happy, watching goods turn into money is also happy. If the master has endless money, Xiao Fang will be even happier. Isn't this a meaningful goal?" Xiao Fang looked up, confused.
Damn! That was too sentimental! Yezhi's eyes instantly became moist, and her heart felt soft and mushy. "Xiao Fang, let me tell you the truth. In nine days, I will go to the county for two months of study. The... store... will be closed for a while!"
"Ah... oh!" After being surprised, Xiao Fang stroked her chin in thought. See, she knew Xiao Fang wouldn't stay calm, which is why she wanted to hint at it.
"Master, then let's not limit the stock these days; let's clear out the goods first!" Yezhi nodded vigorously. With the master's approval, Xiao Fang chuckled, "I need to video call Brother Bai and tell him to come stock up quickly; otherwise, he won't get any! I also need to notify Xingli that his idol is coming!" Seeing the cheerful Xiao Fang, Yezhi felt a wave of relief!
Early in the morning, Yezhi went to the garden to check on Oat. Xiao Fang analyzed it too and said they would harvest in two days. Originally planning to work hard, Yezhi had to wash clothes and clean the yard. After finishing all the chores, she made a few large rice balls, put them in a big Cloth Bag, packed some pickles, and ran to One Egg's house. One Egg warmly welcomed her inside while working on homework at the kang table.
"Sister Ye, what brings you here?"
"I'm here to take you up the mountain!"
Upon hearing this, One Egg grinned widely and said, "I'll finish my homework right away!" Then he lowered his head and started writing furiously.
Yezhi sat on the edge of the kang and suddenly asked, "One Egg, how many bowls did you eat?"
One Egg looked up and said with a grin, "Hehe, Sister Ye, I was so busy eating that I forgot to count. Anyway, my mom only had one bowl; my dad and I finished off the whole pot." Yezhi laughed while holding her belly. Yesterday, everyone in Zhoujiatun became rice buckets. She heard Aunt Zhou say that some villagers were waiting for treatment because they overate! And then there was Zhou Xiaomu; that little rascal didn't eat enough rice and sneaked into the big rice jar to chew raw rice when his parents weren't looking. If he hadn't gotten a stomachache and cried out loud! The adults still didn't know!
There were plenty of funny stories about rice. Today in Zhoujiatun, when people greeted each other, it was no longer the usual "Have you eaten?" but rather "How many bowls did you eat?" Perhaps "How many bowls did you eat?" would soon become a signature phrase in Zhoujiatun!
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