There were no men at home for dinner, and the old lady finished her meal early and went back to the house. Yang Donghu told Zhu Cuilan about the joke Yang Anjin made at noon as a joke.

The two were now as close as mother and son, and there was nothing they couldn't say to each other. Zhu Cuilan laughed while covering her mouth as she listened: "An Jin has a pure nature, and your Aunt Lan Zhen is shy, so she definitely can't say these things. No problem, wait until the night before the wedding, and a maid will show him the picture book."

Zhao Fangchu also had no idea what they were talking about. He asked a question every time Yang Donghu spoke, and then interrupted Zhu Cuilan to ask, "What picture book?"

Zhu Cuilan and Yang Donghu exchanged glances subtly. Now was not the time to talk to Zhao Fangchu about this, so she told him to shut up and eat quickly.

Zhao Fangchu curled his lips. He felt that Yang Donghu was now more like his mother's child than he was. They knew everything but kept it secret from him and didn't let him hear it.

Two months sounds like a long time, but the days passed by really not slowly. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching. Mid-Autumn Festival is a big festival that must be celebrated. Zhao Luochuan came down from the mountain at the end of July, and in order to catch the Mid-Autumn Festival, he hurried back up the mountain after only two days. He was so busy that it was the end of August.

When the autumn wind starts to rise in September, the weather suddenly becomes cold after an autumn rain. It is still appropriate to wear summer clothes when the sun is strong at noon, but it will still be a bit chilly if you don’t add clothes when you get up early or go to the evening.

After September, Zhao Luochuan went down the mountain and never went back. Zhao Fangyu had been hunting with him for more than a year and had long been familiar with the situation on the mountain. Now the two of them went their separate ways on the mountain, so it didn't matter if Zhao Luochuan didn't accompany him.

The cabinets and beds custom-made by the carpenter have been completed. Since Zhao Luochuan is not going to the mountain, he thinks about replacing the old bed and cabinets in the house.

These were all large items, newly made, so one had to be extremely careful when moving them. It would certainly be difficult for Zhao Luochuan to transport them back alone, so he asked a few young men in the village for help, and they pulled a cart to the carpenter's house together.

Lin Zhiren was so enthusiastic that he volunteered to run in the front. Even Li Zihong, who had gotten married, was eager to see what new things Zhao Luochuan had bought for her husband, so that he could use them to please Shen Ran after he learned them.

When they arrived at the carpenter's house, they were stunned. There was no such a big bed in the village. Lin Zhi was dumbfounded as he counted the pillars around the bed: "Oh my god, six pillars! Brother Dachuan, are you still short of helpers when you go up the mountain? I'll be your little brother and serve you tea and water. When we get down the mountain, you can give me a third of the profit. I knew hunters were very profitable, but I didn't expect you to be so well-hidden. This bed must be worth several taels of silver."

The four satin blankets and four quilts that Zhao Luochuan used for his wedding had already made many people in the village envious. Even now, Mrs. Lin would pull Lin Zhi's ear and scold him when she was angry, saying that he had coaxed her with only a few blankets.

Lin Zhi has a good temper and a kind heart. He understands that Mrs. Lin works like a slave in his home to take care of his family and has to take care of more than ten acres of land. Although she nags all the time, she never complains when working. Her hands are as rough as a man's, and sometimes they become chapped and itchy in winter.

How could one not feel sorry for his own wife? Lin Zhi didn't understand romance but he could learn. He bought some hand ointment for his wife to take care of her hands. Mrs. Lin scolded him for spending money recklessly but her face was smiling like a flower.

It would be impossible to hide such a large item from others if it was transported back. Zhao Luochuan knew that if Mrs. Lin saw it, she would nag Lin Zhi again. He asked them to come and help today because he wanted to treat them to a meal.

The family had hunted down many plump pheasants from the mountains. Zhao Luochuan smiled and patted Lin Zhi on the shoulder: "If I had as many fields as yours, I would also like to be a farmer. You guys helped today, so you must eat and drink. It's not appropriate to leave your wife alone at home. I brought back several pheasants from the mountains. You can bring an extra one back later to please your wife."

"No wonder they say you love your wife." Lin Zhi smiled innocently: "I'm going to learn from you today, so I don't have to worry about my wife nagging me when I get home."

When Li Zihong was getting married with Chen Ran, he also wanted to follow Zhao Luochuan's example. He could have made up four beds and four quilts if he wanted to, but when he saw this bed, he felt a little discouraged.

Li Zihong's family situation is not as good as Lin Zhi's. The land he has is only a few acres, and his family background is not as rich as others. He also does odd jobs in the town, but that is not a long-term solution. He has to rely on luck for his livelihood.

Having all grown up naked, how could Zhao Luochuan not see that Li Zihong was in a low mood? He padded the carts he brought with a thick layer of straw. Zhao Luochuan carefully tied the bunk bed and cabinet on the carts with hemp ropes, shook them to make sure they would not move, and then put his arm around Li Zihong's shoulders.

"What's wrong with you? You're usually so cheerful, but today you're so quiet?"

Li Zihong sighed deeply, looking at the things with envy on his face: "How much did you prepare for your wedding? How much money did you get? Let me calculate if I start now, can I marry Shen Ran in such a grand manner when I am sixty years old?"

Zhao Luochuan laughed when he heard it and hit him: "Go to hell, you are a sixty-year-old old man and you still want other people's brothers? I heard from Aunt Cuilan that Chen Ran's mother doesn't care about these empty words. You are the best reward for his family by being nice to Chen Ran."

"That's what I said, but who doesn't want to give their wife good things? If Shen Ran saw others getting these, my heart would be so painful. Alas, it's because I'm not ambitious enough. I didn't think about doing any business, and I just lived on a few acres of thin land."

He sighed three times for every sentence he said. Zhao Luochuan didn't know how to start. After a while, he thought of something and said, "I have an idea. You know, my uncle is a bricklayer in town."

"Yeah." Li Zihong nodded.

"Brother Fang Yu is a hunter now, and there are no other men in the family, so the bricklaying skills are left here without a successor. My uncle has told me several times that he wants to take in an apprentice. That way, when he gets too old and can't do it anymore, there won't be a village without someone who can repair roofs. If you want to find a job, I can talk to my uncle and ask him to take you in."

Li Zihong perked up when he heard this: "Really?"

"Of course, but bricklaying is hard work. Even when it's hot, you're out in the sun with no shelter and no rest. Plus, you can't get rich overnight. You have to do some hard labor."

"I know, I know. I'm not afraid of hard work. Working in the fields is tiring. We are so familiar with each other, so you know that I won't cheat. If I can really be accepted by your uncle, I will definitely do my best." Li Zihong nodded repeatedly, as if he was afraid that Zhao Luochuan would go back on his word.

"Okay, let's transport the things back. I'll tell my uncle as soon as he gets back from town."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Zhi and Li Zihong both received extra benefits and were very motivated. They looked after everything carefully on the way back. The journey home was not short, but there was no bump at all.