Country Maiden: Fields and Fortune-Chapter 120

119, Mutual Leverage (2 more)

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There wouldn’t be a second person like Xie Zhinuan, so generous in giving, like a ray of light illuminating their desperate lives.

When they arrived at the Nunnery, the sky was still dark. Yuan Xiujie went to knock on the door, and an old nun opened it.

He stated his purpose and said that he was willing to give ten taels of silver to bury his mother on the back mountain so she could listen to the scriptures every day and be reincarnated sooner rather than wander the world as a lonely ghost.

The old nun immediately went to inform the abbess.

The abbess was moved by the sight of the children in their pitiable state, and as a person who had renounced worldly life, she was naturally compassionate. Moreover, there were ten taels of silver and the chance to establish a good karmic connection.

As for the silver, she felt it might not be forthcoming immediately, but having a few people remember this act of kindness meant they might contribute to the Nunnery’s oil fund once they were better off.

She agreed to their request.

Someone was arranged to wash and dress the body of Mrs. Ai and preparations were made in the Nunnery for a religious ceremony to help the soul transcend.

Yuan Xiujie knelt in front of Mrs. Ai’s body, his expression grave.

His two younger brothers and youngest sister following behind him all knew that their eldest brother had changed.

Although he was still their brother, he seemed not as gentle as before. They were filled with hatred for the Yuan Family’s cruelty and resentment towards the Ai Family’s heartlessness. They also hated the cowardice of their own father.

Xie Zhinuan, groggy, opened her eyes. The day was already bright, and the sun was shining on her backside. The headache from last night’s drinking still lingered, and remembering that she hadn’t bathed last night, she found her clothes and went into her space.

First, she drank a large bowl of Spiritual Spring Water and then swam a few laps in the lake. After getting out, she felt refreshed and even fetched half a bucket to give to Dahuang and Routuan.

She went to the kitchen to make breakfast by herself.

Being alone, she simply went to the backyard and picked two cucumbers, washing them and crunching away. That spared her the trouble of breakfast.

Feeding the chickens, sweeping the floor, washing clothes, and haphazardly watering the vegetable garden in the backyard, it was nearly noon when Zhinuan called Dahuang and Routuan out. She locked the main gate, hitched up the Mule Cart, and drove the horse carriage to town.

Dahuang was very clever and ran so fast that he nearly made Xie Zhinuan vomit blood without needing her guidance.

As soon as Xie Zhinuan left, someone went to inform Yuanbao, “Miss Xie has left!”

Thinking of his master who hadn’t eaten a bite all morning, Yuanbao hesitated for a moment. He then took a bucket and a basket and stealthily entered Xie Zhinuan’s house, fetched a bucket of water, and picked two cucumbers, a green cucumber, two sponge gourds hiding in the corner, and a few chili peppers. Looking at the heavily laden orange tree, Yuanbao secretly picked an orange from an inconspicuous spot, then left with the basket in one hand and the bucket in the other.

He found Aunt Chen and said, “You better make some porridge for the master quickly, and make a cucumber salad with these!”

“…” Aunt Chen looked at Yuanbao in surprise.

She knew exactly where the cucumbers had come from; she was the one who tidied the backyard every day and was well aware of what the vegetables looked like.

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She hurriedly agreed and started washing the pot to boil the water.

“Use the clay pot!” Yuanbao reminded.

Xie Zhinuan often used a clay pot to prepare porridge, which made it thick and aromatic.

With Xie Zhinuan’s porridge-making technique in mind, Aunt Chen didn’t dare to be careless. Once the porridge was ready, Yuanbao carried it to Li Hengyi.

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Li Hengyi, smelling the aroma, looked up at Yuanbao and remarked indifferently, “Taking something without asking is stealing!”

Yet, he picked up chopsticks and began to eat from the bowl bit by bit.

The taste was mediocre and not as aromatic as Xie Zhinuan’s porridge. He felt as though something was missing.

Yuanbao remained silent with downcast eyes.

He knew that taking without asking was stealing, but what was being a petty thief when it was for his master?

Miss Xie was stubborn too. He was afraid of really angering Xie Zhinuan, which was why he dared not do anything.

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Chapter 121