Chapter 1333 Agarwood

The senior brother said that Sanwa's eldest daughter was determined to stay on the mountain as a Taoist nun, and no amount of persuasion could get rid of her.

Song Chunxue knew that her senior brother said this because he wanted her to go down the mountain and take a look.

After all, she was like a wild woman living in seclusion, surrounded by flowers, trees and shrubs, and had almost never come down from the mountain.

The only times he went down the mountain were when his third sister passed away and when his second brother fell seriously ill.

She went to see them all secretly.

Aside from that, he would occasionally feel like going to a mountain to watch the sunrise, or go to the easternmost coast to play in the sand and sunbathe before coming back.

I found it very boring.

One day, I suddenly felt that the place I was in was a cage, and I wanted to go out and escape for a while. But I found that the unfamiliar places outside were so boring. I brushed past so many different kinds of people, and my thoughts were inexplicably complicated and I became sentimental.

My own old home is still the most comforting.

None of the places she had ever imagined had kept her there for long. Instead, it was this place she had never thought of that she found peace and settled down, where she lived earnestly and wholeheartedly for twenty years.

Twenty springs and autumns have passed, making her more at ease than ever before.

She swept the kang (a heated brick bed) with a broom she had made herself, lifted the quilt, lay down on the heated kang she had heated herself, and sighed comfortably.

To be honest, after twenty years, she felt like she had taken root here. Asking her to move would be as painful as taking her life.

Everyone sympathized with her, but she treated this place as her own home.

There's no need to try to uproot her and send her somewhere else.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; she had long since let go of her obsession.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and Xiaobai, who had been wandering outside, gently pushed it open and walked in, followed by the furtive Wuyou and Bawang.

Now that Ba Wang is no longer hiding his true intentions, Wu You goes outside for some fresh air and sometimes even bumps into Ba Wang returning from his carefree adventures.

The two swords were deeply embedded, often driving Song Chunxue both crazy and laughing.

"Squeak~"

With another sound, the stubborn donkey squeezed in through the door.

He thoughtfully closed the door, shook off the rain, and snorted as he nestled into a clump of grass beside him.

Xiao Bai darted to Song Chunxue, crawled into her bed, and became as quiet as a cat.

Everyone had returned, and Song Chunxue, listening to the pattering rain outside the window, gradually fell asleep.

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"Thump, thump, thump~"

The sound of chopping wood came from outside the courtyard gate, and Song Chunxue initially thought it was an earthquake.

Thank goodness, she took a deep breath and lay back down.

If I'm not mistaken, it snowed in the latter half of last night.

In early spring, the snow doesn't accumulate for long; it begins to melt as soon as the sun comes out.

A rhythmic clattering sound came from the courtyard; it was the snow melting on the eaves and dripping into the wooden basins and buckets.

Thinking of this, she quickly dressed and went to the yard, placing her large laundry tub under the eaves.

That way she can use snow water to wash her clothes.

Snow water is not as good as spring water for tea.

"Master!"

Changyun came in from outside carrying firewood. His lips were slightly bluish. The air in the mountains was damp and cold, especially since he had gotten up so early and his body hadn't even recovered before he started working.

"Getting up so early, I chopped such a big pile of firewood, why are you going to stand in the cold?" Song Chunxue called out to him, "Come inside quickly, I'll boil some water for you to wash your face."

"Huh?"

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she saw her senior brother sitting on the floor tending a fire, with hot water boiling in a pot.

Changyun crouched down as she entered the kitchen, finding the room low-ceilinged yet warm.

He was amazed to learn that the wooden rafters on the roof were personally cut and installed by his master.

The short wooden stump, sawn from a tree stump, looked quite old, its surface worn smooth – all traces left by the master over the years.

There was also the gleaming stove and cutting board, and the small bamboo cupboard, which the master said he bought at the market.

He especially liked that small pickle jar; its deep brown-green porcelain sheen warmed his heart.

As he looked at it, he felt his face getting wet.

Song Chunxue shook her head and handed him a handkerchief. "It's newly made. I scented it with the incense that my senior brother brought. Keep it safe."

Changyun accepted the incense with both hands, explaining that ordinary people couldn't use the fragrant sandalwood.

“Over the years, every time I come here, your master gives me a large portion of the silver, and I spend it on spices,” Zhang Chengxuan said. “I’m even more extravagant than those royalty.”