Chapter 262 He Really Understands Me

He Jinglan widened her eyes in surprise.

Not long ago, Gu Xixi vowed that from now on, she would pretend that Chen Fang did not exist.

At this moment, she actually recognized Chen Fang in public again.

Are these three boxes of seeds so rare that even Gu Xixi has to bow down to them? !

Gu Xixi saw the meaning of He Jinglan's question, but it was difficult to explain it in public, so she could only smile awkwardly.

There's nothing I can do, it's all because he gave me too much!

At this time, Mrs. Qin, Mrs. Zhou and others who were good friends with Gu Xixi came over and expressed their congratulations sincerely.

In the past, everyone had a very good impression of Mr. Chen.

If he could come back and the two of them could get married smoothly, it would be a beautiful thing.

Mrs. Qin said quickly, "It seems that it was all a misunderstanding before. I even said a lot of nasty things to Mr. Chen. When he comes back, I have to apologize to him!"

Aunt Qian was relieved, "This is a good thing! It's rare that Xiao Chen is so sincere to Xixi. The marriage that cost a penny has finally paid off!"

Several other women echoed this.

"That's right! After all, they are assigned by the government, and they choose the good or bad ones based on their luck at that moment. I know of several couples like this who couldn't get along and broke up."

"Isn't that the case with the widow Zhou in our village? She was the most active in choosing a man, but after just a few days of bringing him home, she became extremely dissatisfied with him and found fault with him in every way. She even fell in love with Chen Fang and wanted to change her mind midway!"

Mrs. Qin cleared her throat and winked, signaling to everyone that Chen Fang's reputation had finally improved and they should not bring up anything that would spoil the fun.

What's more, it was Xixi who sent Widow Zhou to the yamen.

The woman who said this hastily tried to smooth things over, "It's all Widow Zhou's fault. She has evil intentions and is full of bad intentions. She deserves to be in jail. It's all thanks to the village chief who expelled her. Otherwise, she would have ruined the reputation of our village!"

Mrs. Zhou looked at the seeds with interest and asked, "These three kinds sound like vegetables and fruits. I wonder if they can be made into pickles?"

Several women laughed and joked that Mrs. Zhou now wanted to throw everything she saw into the kimchi jar.

The Zhou family grows vegetables in the Pinellia orchard, and under the guidance of Gu Xixi, their pickled vegetable business is booming.

Nowadays, Mrs. Zhou’s nickname of “Pickled Vegetable Xishi” has spread.

When people in Qingtian County talk about buying pickled vegetables, they always mention Pickled Vegetable Xishi.

Recently, even people from Huachidu Village and nearby villages have come to Zhou's house to buy some pickled vegetables to change the taste.

Mrs. Zhou was not angry at everyone's jokes. Instead, she enjoyed it very much.

"I'm so obsessed with pickling now. If I wasn't afraid of human flesh going sour, I would even pickle myself and try it!"

Everyone laughed again.

Gu Xixi smiled and said, "Mrs. Zhou is right. Tomatoes and cucumbers are both vegetables, but when their fruits are ripe, they can be eaten raw. They also have a unique flavor when made into pickles."

"As for winter melon, it is a kind of fruit. The ripe melon pulp can be used to make winter melon sauce."

"Is it true?" Mrs. Zhou's eyes lit up with anticipation.

But she knew in her heart that these were seeds from the Western Regions that she had never seen before. Since Mr. Chen had someone specially bring them back, they must be extremely valuable. Naturally, she felt embarrassed to ask Gu Xixi for them.

Gu Xixi could see what Mrs. Zhou was thinking, so she smiled and said, "I still don't know how these three crops adapt to local cultivation and how to take care of them."

“Even if we give some to everyone right away, it may not be possible to grow them.”

"So you have to wait for me to try planting it. If it's successful, I'll breed more seeds and see."

Several people were very happy to hear this.

While they were talking and laughing, only He Jinglan frowned in confusion and looked at "Chen Yuan" up and down.

"Chen Yuan" found that He Jinglan was staring at him, and he did not hide it. He looked up at her openly.

He Jinglan's pupils suddenly contracted, "You actually!"

Master Liu quickly jumped out and said, "Cousin! You've brought the things, let's go."

He smiled and bowed to He Jinglan and Gu Xixi, "We have other things to do, so we'll leave now."

Master Liu dragged "Chen Yuan" and quickly fled from the land temple.

Being so blatant, you can just play for a short while. If you stay and refuse to leave, it will inevitably be seen as a provocation.

I'm afraid it won't be solved with just those three boxes of seeds!

He Jinglan looked at Gu Xixi in astonishment, meaning: You know?

Gu Xixi spread her hands and showed a helpless expression, which meant: There is nothing we can do, let it be.

The Gu family members were about to go back, and He Jinglan accompanied Gu Xixi to send them to the village entrance.

When I came back, the sun had set and most of the villagers had gone home to cook, so there were not many people on the road.

He Jinglan was shocked and said, "Chen Fang, Chen Yuan, he is really not afraid of being exposed."

Gu Xixi held the three wooden boxes tightly in her arms, with mixed feelings, "It's not that he's not afraid of being exposed, but he's crazy enough and is sure that no one can expose him."

This is indeed the case.

There were many people in the land temple who were familiar with Chen Fang, but no one recognized him, not even the students he had taught personally.

He Jinglan said, "This disguise technique is quite realistic. It's the first time I've seen it. I'll ask him to teach us later."

Gu Xixi's eyes lit up, "Yes, this is a good thing."

"Once you learn it, it can be used in many places."

The two men looked at each other, both grinning with determination.

When he returned home, Mu Nanzhao had returned to his normal self and was practicing calligraphy while looking at a stone.

"Hold on, that stroke is about to fly into the sky."

"Master Liu still passed the examination for a handwriting like yours. The standard is really too low."

In fact, Shitou's calligraphy has made great progress since Mu Nanzhao left.

Gu Xixi bought the cheapest paper for him to practice calligraphy, replacing the wooden board he had originally used.

In addition to completing his homework at home every day, Shitou also practices calligraphy alone, filling at least two pages of paper.

The strength and stability of his pen have improved a lot. Even Master Liu has praised him many times recently, saying that Shitou's calligraphy is the best in the school.

Mu Nanzhao frowned and shook his head, clearly showing disgust.

He Jinglan patted the stone sympathetically and comforted him, "Don't take it to heart, he said what he said."

"You have made great progress, but this person's standards are so strict that they are almost inhumane."

“There are few who are not struck by him.”

Shitou looked up and said in distress, "But Chen...oh no, Mr. Mu's handwriting is really good."

"Mr. He and Mr. Mu have known each other since childhood. Do you know how long it takes to practice before you can write as well as him?"

He Jinglan's smile froze, as if she had encountered a very difficult topic to talk about.

Mu Nanzhao said coldly, "You asked the right person if you asked her."

Gu Xixi and Shitou were curious, "Why?"

Mu Nanzhao said nothing, but just glanced at He Jinglan playfully.

He Jinglan was furious at this look, "I am a man of action and responsibility. What is there for me not to say?"

"I have envied your good handwriting since I was a child. In order to catch up with you, I visited famous teachers and practiced hard every day."