Chapter 227 What is coming cannot be avoided

Zhao Sheng only made one trip to transport the raw materials in the afternoon and then returned to the transport team, carrying the small jars and two bamboo poles back to the family compound.

Lin Yiyi didn't expect the man to come back early, and she didn't even have time to put away her college textbooks.

If I suddenly start studying for no apparent reason, will he become suspicious?

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that the man was in a good mood, Lin Yiyi remained calm and said gently, "I'm reading and studying. Did anything good happen to you?"

Zhao Sheng smiled, his thin lips moved slightly, "Guess."

Lin Yiyi couldn't guess and glared at him.

Seeing the jar in Zhao Sheng's hand, he was a little curious but didn't reach out to touch it, and asked, "What is this?"

The shape and size of the jar is quite odd.

"It's a good thing. I'll show it to you later."

After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he poured water to wash his hands, rubbed his hands carefully with soap, then dried them with a towel and lit the kerosene lamp. After his hands were dry, he started to open the jar.

It is called a jar, but it actually looks like a small pickle jar, but it doesn’t have such a big belly.

As soon as you open the jar, there is a pleasant smell, a refreshing fragrance.

Take out an oil paper bag from it.

Then, after removing several layers, Lin Yiyi finally saw its true face.

It should be ginseng, right?

Don’t ask her how she knew, because this is a larger version of the “Dangshen” she had eaten last time.

The previous one was very small, but this one is much bigger, especially the roots are so many and very long.

"Where did you get it?"

Zhao Sheng looked at her with eyes wide open, restrained his smile and spoke to her seriously.

"I got it from someone else. I cut off the ginseng roots and you have to boil one root with half a bowl of water every ten days. Do this for half a year without interruption."

Lin Yiyi: “…”

She's in good health, so she doesn't need to be supplemented like this, right?

She couldn't help but appreciate the man's kindness.

Zhao Sheng followed the steps in the recipe, cut off half of the ginseng roots, and resealed the remaining ginseng.

Strictly follow the moisture-proof steps and place it in the inner corner of the chest of drawers.

After the man put the can away and walked out, Lin Yiyi took the initiative to hug the man's waist, raised her head and kissed his cheek, and said with a smile: "Thank you for being so nice to me, but we should drink this good stuff together."

Knowing what the man was going to say by looking at his eyes, Lin Yiyi deliberately said fiercely: "You are not allowed to refuse, and you are not allowed to not use it."

Zhao Sheng was a little helpless about her willfulness. He didn't need to replenish his body at all, but he succumbed to her kitten-like threats and nodded in agreement.

He took a small sip at a time.

Thinking about the bizarre things that happened at home, Zhao Sheng was afraid of scaring Lin Yiyi, so he originally didn't plan to tell her. But thinking about the agreement with her, he hugged her and slowly told her everything about Zhao Lili.

After hearing what the man said, Lin Yiyi was stunned and confirmed again, "…This?…Is this true?"

I don't want to break my promise to her, but I'm also afraid of scaring her.

Seeing her stuttering, Zhao Sheng felt distressed and coaxed her in a low voice: "It's absolutely true. We are in the city now, far away. If you meet her in the future, don't contact her. She is very evil."

Lin Yiyi nodded obediently: "..."

Could it be what she thought?

So the original Zhao Lili is gone just like that?

Lin Yiyi sighed, feeling a little regretful, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

I hope it’s just a temporary amnesia and she’s still the same person.

Looking at the ginseng roots wrapped in oil paper on the table, Lin Yiyi took out a small section of the root, wrapped the rest and put it into an empty canned fruit glass bottle.

I lit the stove and poured a small bowl of water into the pot. I cleaned the roots a little and put them in to cook.

The special root soup will be ready in a few minutes.

Zhao Sheng was originally planning to just take a small sip, but when he saw the wooden spoon that was feeding the calf to his mouth, he couldn't avoid her gaze.

A small bowl of tasteless soup was shared equally between the two of us.

Dinner time.

Lin Yiyi and the man went to the cafeteria to eat dumplings, and after the meal they went to the bathhouse together.

After washing off the sweat stains on his body, Zhao Sheng returned home and started to use bamboo poles to set up the mosquito net again.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, Lin Yiyi was taken over by someone.

Men are always greedy about this kind of thing, and they tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep.

…

A week passed like this, seemingly peaceful but actually not.

By the night of the 13th, Lin Yiyi really wanted to cry.

The hot and humid weather makes it impossible to sleep.

Plus, her period was late.

I remembered the Chinese Valentine's Day on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar that I saw on the calendar during the day.

I reached out and touched my lower abdomen, feeling terrified. It might really be a day of catching people.

Her husband went out for a long trip two days ago, and she was alone at home. She looked at the moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window, and fanning herself, but she didn't feel any cooler.

There was nothing but hot wind blowing in my face.

Very upset.

Lin Yiyi took a wet towel and wiped the sweat off herself repeatedly to cool herself down, and eventually she fell asleep.

Because I was worried about something, I didn't get a good rest these days.

Go to bed late and get up early.

Listening to the radio program, Lin Yiyi had no appetite for breakfast. She felt bored at home, so she simply went out to Uncle Zhang's scrap yard.

Chatting with experienced people will broaden your mind.

Lin Yiyi didn't find the books she urgently needed at the scrap yard, but she did find a shelf, or to be more precise, an easel.

It's a miracle that it wasn't burned as firewood when it was piled in the corner.

Lin Yiyi wanted to change her current mental state. She stayed at home every day reading and studying, but she was always worried about things that would take time to answer.

It's easy to feel depressed over time, and before you know it, your mental state becomes erratic, overthinking, and sensitive.

She plans to pick up painting again.

After saying hello to Uncle Zhang, Lin Yiyi went to the bookstore in the city center.

I bought some drawing paper and pencils and was secretly happy that I didn't meet He Jia on the way back to the scrap yard. But the moment I saw her, I met her in Uncle Zhang's territory.

This is really a case of good things not working, but bad things working.

He Jia greeted her warmly, "Yiyi, what a coincidence, I actually run into you here. Why haven't you come to play with me since you left the bookstore?"

She has been coming to the scrap yard every day for almost two months, but has never met Zhang Yaowen and is not familiar with Uncle Zhang.

She had no choice but to find another way.

Seeing He Jia suddenly so enthusiastic as if nothing had happened, Lin Yiyi frowned slightly, then smiled politely, "The weather is too hot, stay at home to cool off."

What is she trying to say? I've fought with her before.

"......"

He Jia got angry when he saw her standing in the sunlight, looking so white and charming. She looked like a black Bao Gong. His expression froze and he cursed in his heart.

Summer vacation? That's just squeamish.

He Jia held back her dissatisfaction and continued to talk, "No wonder I rarely see you. Have you had lunch? It's lunch time now. I'll treat you to some sweet tofu pudding."

"No, I have something to go home."

Lin Yiyi suspected that she had a hearing problem and refused decisively. Fearing that she would be harassed by He Jia, she quickly said goodbye to Uncle Zhang and left.

"Grandpa Zhang, I'm going back. I'll come see you when I'm free."

"Take the shelf and walk slowly. See you later."

After saying this, Uncle Zhang stood up and went into the yard. He ignored He Jia who was outside. He just wanted to hide away and have some free time.

The weather was hot and humid, and no matter whether he was working or resting, this young comrade seemed to have no sense and would always try to find something to talk about next to him.

He was an old man who was so tired, but he still had to spare the energy to talk to her.

He was really annoyed during this period.

The two of them simply ignored He Jia and went back to their respective homes.

He Jia knew that she was not welcomed and was very angry. She didn't want to go to the door every day.

But if she didn't do this, she would have no chance to meet Zhang Yaowen.

…

Lin Yiyi took the shelf she bought and took the bus back home.

Take it to the sink, rinse it clean, and hang it in the corridor.

By the time she had cut the paper to size and sharpened her pencils, the easel was dry.

For safety reasons, Lin Yiyi's paintings are all about farm work and scenery.

With two things in my life: a hobby and studying and memorizing, and a regular life, the days go by quickly.

The Ghost Festival has passed.

Her happy days did not come as expected.