In a fantastical world, a story of wilderness survival with no golden finger, focusing only on survival, delicious food, hoarding grains, and farming, with a touch of the supernatural (not scary).<...
Yan Zheng carried spring water from the mountain into the courtyard. Seeing that she was irritable from the heat, he said to her, "This spring water is very refreshing. Come and wash your face."
"I have to wash, it's too hot." With that, Jiang Xi got up and pulled her collar to let in some fresh air.
Yan Zheng poured the water into the basin on the shelf.
Jiang Xi hurriedly ran over, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on her face. The spring water was cool and refreshing, and washing her face made her feel refreshed and invigorated.
She dried herself with a towel and said, "I originally told them to go out in the afternoon, but it's so hot now. Anyway, it gets dark late, so it's no big deal to go out a little later."
"Before I could even get the result, the two of them went into the woods while I was getting some water."
Yan Zheng poured out the chrysanthemum herbal tea he had brewed that morning, drank half a cup, and said, "We really have to stop them from ordering it. It's too hot today, and it would be troublesome if they got heatstroke."
Perhaps because they had been living by the lake all year, the average temperature was lower in areas with more water, so although they felt hot, it was alright.
This year we moved to the mountains. The terrain is already high, and the village is surrounded by mountains with few big trees. Living under the scorching sun like this, it's no wonder it's hot.
Little Black was also hot and kept sticking out its tongue, lying on the stone table.
Jiang Xi had no idea how it got up there; it came down for a while and then went back up when no one was looking.
She suddenly thought of her grandmother's pet cat, Xiaohua, a tabby cat, all gray with black markings, whose favorite thing to do was lean against a rock, probably because it was afraid of the heat.
Thinking of her grandmother and her yard, Jiang Xi murmured, "If only I could have a bowl of ice jelly."
Yan Zheng teased her, "The less there is, the more you think about it. We don't have ice jelly, but we do have chilled fruit. I chilled a bag of yellow raspberries in a bucket. Go get some and eat."
Upon hearing that there were chilled yellow raspberries, Jiang Xi hurriedly went to the kitchen to find them.
The first batch to ripen here is this yellow raspberry, which is about the size of a fingertip and tastes sweeter than sour.
Freshly taken out of the water, they were cool to the touch. She took two and put them in her mouth, squinting her eyes to enjoy the coolness for a moment.
"Hmm, it's cool."
But she still wanted to eat ice jelly.
When I was little, my grandma often made it for me. She would put the finished ice jelly into well water, and the icy, smooth texture seemed to wash away all the summer dryness as soon as I took a bite.
What is ice jelly made of again?
As Jiang Xi ate, she lowered her head and thought. It seemed to be a kind of food called "ice jelly seeds," an ingredient that appeared in her childhood, but Jiang Xi couldn't quite remember it.
I only remember that they looked like little steamed buns, with a thin outer skin. The seeds that you squeezed out after cracking the shell were just the right amount to make ice jelly.
She'll have to ask Yan Jing'an and Du Ling later if they've seen it.
After tidying up the chrysanthemums and bracken, Jiang Xi hurriedly took out the silk thread.
Recently, whenever she has free time, she devotes it to this project: making her wedding dress.
During her school days, Jiang Xi had also fantasized about marrying Yan Zheng. At that time, she preferred a simple wedding and disliked anything too complicated or grand.
But after experiencing so much, she suddenly felt that things should be a little more complicated, maybe her parents could see it in their dreams one day.
Not being able to fulfill her filial duties while they were alive was already a dereliction of duty for her as a daughter. They had gone through so much to raise her with such care and love, how could she just hastily marry herself off?
Of course, you need a beautiful wedding dress and a formal wedding.
Even if she were in another world, Jiang Xi wanted to tell them that she was happy at this moment, and that the son-in-law she had chosen for them was a reliable person who cared for her.
All the silk threads are almost ready. In a while, she will start making the fabric and then dye it with red raspberries.
It might not be able to dye it a true red, but a watery red or burgundy would be fine.
In the afternoon, Yan Zheng went out again with his sword, taking Xiao Hei with him. Now, Xiao Hei can not only catch a few ducks, but has even killed a snake.
Now it is nearly a meter long and is very alert all day long. It will make all kinds of noises to alert them at the slightest movement, which makes them very worry-free.
Jiang Xi was making clothes at home alone. She was feeling drowsy in the afternoon when she heard voices outside the yard, so she quickly put down her spindle.
Yan Jing'an and Du Ling returned, but the atmosphere between them was rather tense.
Du Ling raised her voice unusually loudly: "I told you not to go, not to go, you just know how to show off."
Yan Jing'an, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around upon hearing this and took two steps closer: "Are you never going to stop? I think you've gotten too bold now, daring to even lecture me."
Upon hearing this, Du Ling raised her head defiantly, showing no sign of backing down: "If you do something wrong, you should just say so. What good could there be with such a commotion? Why did you have to chase after it to see?"
"Now look what's happened, we've lost all our food and even a water bottle."
She rattled off like a machine gun, and Yan Jing'an, as if enraged, pointed the whip in his hand at her twice: "Fine, you're something else. Don't follow me tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned and went into the courtyard. Without even glancing at Jiang Xi, he walked towards his room, his face ashen and his whole body radiating a murderous aura.
Jiang Xi suddenly felt overwhelmed.
They argued again.
These two sworn enemies have been arguing every three days and having minor arguments every two days lately.
Ever since Du Ling was able to speak fluently, she has also learned many principles and has started to speak louder.
Sometimes Yan Jing'an's attitude was bad, or the two had a disagreement, which inevitably led to an argument.
Du Ling stormed into the courtyard and saw Jiang Xi by the stone table. She quickly went up to complain.
"You have no idea, we encountered a huge thing in the woods today."
At first, it sounded like a tiger's roar. Du Ling felt something was wrong when she heard the sound and pulled Yan Jing'an to turn back.
But Yan Jing'an was a stubborn person: "I'll just take a look. I'll follow along and see what it is before I leave. I won't feel at ease if I'm not sure what it is."
She tried her best to stop it, but in the end she couldn't. As soon as she poked her head out, that thing discovered her.
It was indeed a tiger.
Moreover, it is larger than a typical tiger and much faster.
However, they were very alert, so the two quickly retreated.
After a while, the contents of the basket fell to the ground.
Of the two mineral water bottles that Yan Zheng brought, one was taken by Du Ling and Yan Jing'an, but it was lost during this escape.
Jiang Xi felt overwhelmed, but comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay. Didn't you bring back a gourd last time? You can use the gourd later."
Du Ling, still unconvinced, said, "He's always like this. No matter what you say to him, he won't listen."
After saying that, she glared fiercely at Yan Jing'an's door and said loudly, "He's just a chauvinist."
Then came a loud bang from the door. Yan Jing'an must have heard it; it's unclear what it was that smashed.
Du Ling then shrank her neck and pouted unconvinced.
It felt a bit incongruous for Du Ling to say such chauvinistic things.
Jiang Xi suppressed a laugh and asked her, "Where did you learn this term 'male chauvinism'?"
Du Ling paused for a moment, then said, "I learned it from you."
"Me?" Jiang Xi looked bewildered.
It seems I need to be careful what I say from now on; it's not good to teach children bad things.