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A man's honest voice came through, "What’s good or bad? I can’t do much, but I’m happy to help you out. Do you need anything else?"
Liu Qingxi's praise gave the man a lot of confidence. Years ago, he had poor health and was sent to the town by his parents to be an apprentice in order to make a living. He worked diligently and obeyed his master without question.
However, for some unknown reason, after studying for more than half a year, he was suddenly sent back home by his master with the inexplicable reason that he was not suited for this line of work. Because of this, he felt disheartened.
Due to his poor health, he could only do simple tasks. If someone in the village needed a simple bench, he could help make it and earn a little money.
Unexpectedly, these few simple molds received praise from Liu Qingxi.
"Uncle Zhang San, your skills are impressive! How about this: can you help make an oven? Just something simple will do. Make a big box out of tinplate and divide it in the middle with wire mesh. Then we can make a few iron trays!"
As Liu Qingxi explained, she gestured with her hands, getting more excited as she picked up a twig from the ground to draw and write: "Uncle Zhang San, do you understand?"
Zhang San listened carefully and, having previously learned carpentry, easily understood Liu Qingxi's meaning.
" Miss Liu, making this box isn’t difficult; it just needs tinplate and wire mesh, which I don’t have at home."
"Uncle Zhang San, don’t worry about that. I've already ordered the tinplate and other materials from the town. I’ll have them delivered to you soon. It’s quite urgent; the blacksmith shop is too busy to make them right now."
In fact, Liu Qingxi had given him this opportunity after understanding Zhang San's situation so that he could earn some pocket money.
The honest man was overwhelmed with joy, as if he finally had a direction to strive for: " Miss Liu, you can count on me. I will definitely make it well for you."
Sure enough, the people who returned from the town in the afternoon brought back the necessary items. Liu Qingxi had them delivered directly to Zhang San’s home so he could customize them according to what they discussed earlier.
Meanwhile, under her guidance, the women had almost finished preparing the filling ingredients and had already stir-fried a large sack of cooked dough that needed to be mixed into the filling.
"Aunt, you've worked hard today!"
"It's not hard at all, Qingxi. We're just sitting at home anyway, so it's best if we can help out a bit. We'll come back early tomorrow morning."
Grandma Liu was in good health, bustling around with energy, and when she smiled, her wrinkles crinkled together: "Alright, let's head back!"
The old lady's son was capable, so she didn't have to do much herself. It was nice to be able to help out.
At dinner time, the two maids prepared a simple meal. It wasn't suitable to eat too much at night, so the dishes were light and refreshing.
Liu Qingxi brought a bowl of congee and a bowl of vegetables as she opened the door to the side room: "You’re feeling a bit better now, but you still can’t eat greasy food, so just make do with this."
After a pause, she continued: "Although you don’t reveal your identity, it’s clear you’re not from an ordinary family. I won’t ask why you have such fierce enemies; I just hope that once you recover, you can leave quickly."
"Yes, it's best not to let anyone know that you were in Ten Li Pu, after all..."
Liu Qingxi wasn't afraid of bringing trouble upon herself; she was worried about bringing disaster upon the villagers.
After all, this person's identity was extraordinary, which meant his enemies were certainly not ordinary people that common folk could provoke.
The young man remained silent. He had changed out of his smooth and comfortable black clothes made of unknown fabric and was now wearing clothes that Liu Qingxi had borrowed from Liu Laosi next door.
He wore a loose blue cotton top and trousers, along with a pair of black cloth shoes made by Zhang for Liu Laosi that had never been worn before.
She remembered how he had looked when she brought them for him to change into; although his expression was emotionless, the girls could clearly sense his unparalleled disdain.
"You definitely won't find the fabric you're wearing here, but you can't keep wearing just this one outfit. Also, we're in the countryside; if you go out dressed like that, it won't need any promotion—your enemies will find you!"
In the end, although the young man still had his complaints, he managed to change into something else. As for his previous outfit? The Summer Lotus had already been washed and was set aside for him temporarily.
At that moment, the young man felt something different about Liu Qingxi. Was she just an ordinary farmer girl?
The things she considered and the clarity of her analysis were not at all like what one would expect from a village girl living in the countryside. In fact, even the young ladies from the capital might not possess her poise and talent.
Over the next few days, he occasionally observed the girl's behavior.
She would wake up in the morning to cook and wash clothes, then join a group of Villager Women to prepare dried fruits and such. There was nothing unusual about it; she worked hard without hesitation.
But when she spoke, it was entirely different.
There was nothing rustic about her; instead, she seemed like someone well-versed in knowledge.
And since waking up until now, he hadn't said a word. Liu Qingxi's guesses were almost spot on compared to reality.
Thus, he settled in with peace of mind: "Perhaps they think their goal has been achieved and that I am already dead. Well then, let the good show begin!"
A fleeting glimmer of intrigue passed through the young man's eyes before disappearing in an instant.
Later on, he saw the girl mingling with the women. Although their lives were not refined, they lived happily, and every smile was genuinely heartfelt.
Just like now, his gaze fell upon a bowl of Congee and a bowl of greens.
Ah! Perhaps more than a decade ago, when he was barely surviving, the food he ate was even worse than what he has now. It was only later that he concealed his strength and gradually grew more powerful; it had been a long time since he had such simple fare.
With a barely noticeable nod, the young man indicated that simple food was fine.
Liu Qingxi probably understood his meaning; after all, it was quite normal for the young man to be silent. If he spoke, that would be unusual.
She placed the meal on the bedside table and turned to leave.
The young man watched her retreating figure, lost in thought for a long time, with too many things difficult to explain.
He picked up the congee and scooped a spoonful into his mouth. The soft and rich flavor filled his taste buds, complemented by the garlic, oil, and vinegar-dressed vegetables. Paired with the congee, it was refreshing and delicious, prompting him to eat faster.
Compared to the same meal from years ago, it tasted infinitely better.
That night, the air was cool and refreshing. A gentle breeze gradually blew through the slightly open window, brushing against the young man's face. Unable to sleep for a long time, he rested his hands under his head and lay flat, contemplating the recent events.
As for those who attempted to assassinate him, it was obvious who they were. However?
Now was not the time for full-scale resistance; step by step, he would dismantle their power and then rise up to strike them down without any chance of retaliation—that was the right path.
As night deepened, the young man slowly closed his eyes. On his sharply defined face, two faint shadows like crescent moons appeared, resembling butterflies that invited a touch.
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