In fact, when Su Qingluan first visited the house, it was a bit fake to say that she was not nervous.

But it's also possible that the saying "mistakes are made in haste" was strangely confirmed. Su Qingluan couldn't help but slip up in her speech ever since she arrived at Mu Xingzhi's place. As the saying goes, social death is something you get used to after a while.

So Su Qingluan, who was very embarrassed after her first slip of the tongue, felt her embarrassment index exceeded her threshold after the second slip of the tongue, and she became calm instead.

Although Su Qingluan had basically broken the window paper at the door just now, Mu Xingzhi still treated Su Qingluan with his usual attitude, and even asked her very considerately what kind of tea she wanted.

"Then I'd rather drink green tangerine tea, which tastes sweeter." Su Qingluan said her preference without thinking, and then she wanted to bite her tongue.

"Oh, I'm really sorry," Su Qingluan sighed and spread her hands, "I've been here so many times that I've become accustomed to it. It's hard to change in a short time." In fact, it was because she subconsciously felt that Mu Xingzhi would not suddenly take her life, and she did not feel any danger.

After all, being able to pretend to be sick and hide one's identity to live in seclusion in this remote mountain village is a very rare thing in itself, no matter what the reason is.

What's more, according to what his parents said before, their words showed that Mu Xingzhi had been in Huaxi Village for at least seven or eight years.

He has such patience and forbearance, only lying in wait for the opportunity, and would never kill in a fit of rage.

Su Qingluan thought so and looked at Song Bo who only brought in tea and snacks. He left as usual, leaving only herself and Mu Xingzhi. She was a little surprised: "Could this snack be made by Song Bo? His craftsmanship is not bad."

Mu Xingzhi picked up the tea bowl and took a sip gracefully. The tea dyed his pale lips a shade redder, revealing a moist, watery sheen. His expression was somewhat amused. "Qingluan didn't come here just to ask about such a trivial matter, did she?"

After hearing what the other party said, Su Qingluan placed the snack she had picked up out of curiosity back on the snack plate in front of her and said seriously, "Actually, I want to ask you a favor. If the Xie family is angry with me because they don't like the 'Four Seasons' jam, I hope Xingzhi can protect my family's safety."

Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan and said, "How do you know I can help? The Xie family is very powerful in the court, and I am just a commoner in the countryside."

Su Qingluan gritted her teeth secretly: I have already poked eight hundred holes in the window paper just now. It will be pointless for you to pretend to be ignorant while knowing the truth.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan curled her lips and said, "Then you, a country bumpkin, are really wronged. You have all your limbs intact, but you have to pretend to be lame and use a wheelchair all day. Do you want to experience this new way of walking?"

Ouch, she was so sorry, she accidentally did something bad.

In fact, she was not impulsive and brainless - Su Qingluan touched the charcoal pencil in her arms - she had learned a lot of advanced technologies from modern times, and during this period of time she had selected some that could be used in this era.

She didn't know the detailed steps for some techniques, but she knew the general direction. However, many times, the lack of this "general direction" made the exploration efficiency very low.

Su Qingluan believes that the reason modern people know more and have a wider range of knowledge than ancient people is not because modern people are smarter or have stronger learning abilities, but because modern information resources are more convenient and faster to obtain.

Moreover, the knowledge accumulated by modern people is also accumulated from little to more, from nothing to something, through generations.

Often, the ancients, because they didn't receive an explosion of information and weren't obsessed with ideas, were able to focus more. They were actually quite intelligent; they often just lacked a general direction to work towards.

Therefore, Su Qingluan often does not need to understand some techniques very well. As long as she has a general idea, many craftsmen will know how to do it, and do it much better than expected.

For example, Su Guangfu is such a typical example in carpentry work.

Even so, Su Qingluan understood that any one of the ideas in her mind, if taken out, would likely cause changes in this era.

Su Qingluan glanced at Mu Xingzhi's expression.

Mu Xingzhi showed no sign of anger. Instead, he asked with great interest, "How did you find out that I was pretending to be disabled?"

He would never get up from his wheelchair before going out, even if there was no one around. He even used powder to embellish his skin tone to maintain an unhealthy paleness.

Seeing that he had stopped pretending, Su Qingluan nodded and said, "Indeed, I didn't notice it at first, but there is one thing: people who are truly unable to walk - especially those whose feet and legs have not been exercised for a long time - cannot pretend to be healthy." Su Qingluan lowered her eyes and looked at Mu Xingzhi's calves near his ankles.

"I wonder if you have ever seen patients who have been bedridden for a long time? They are all very thin." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi.

"But some patients won't lose so much weight if they get massage every day."

Su Qingluan nodded, "Indeed." She thought for a moment, unsure of the term "muscle" in this era, so she could only use a more vivid metaphor: "But no matter how you massage it, the 'flesh' of a person who has been bedridden for a long time will become very loose, and you... don't look like that."

No matter how you maintain it through massage, if you don't actively exercise your muscles, the chicken will become loose or even atrophy, completely different from healthy muscle lines, and it will feel like "the meat is loose and sticking to the bones."

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