Liu Xiaoyun was taken aback. Seeing that Jiang Yimian seemed to be taking her pulse, she said after a while, "Yimian also knows medicine?"
Over the past two weeks, she had learned a lot from Yi Mian. Yesterday, she found it strange to see Yi Mian kill someone so swiftly, and today, seeing that Yi Mian also knew medicine, she was even more surprised.
It seems I had never heard of Yimianhui before.
Back then, Yi Mian was thin and small, and timid, quite different from how she is now.
Jiang Yimian casually said, "I learned some from my grandfather. You are weak, so don't overwork yourself these days to avoid harming the fetus. You can make some chicken soup with ginseng and wolfberry."
As he spoke, he took out some dried ginseng and a handful of wild wolfberries from his own basket.
These things were originally meant for Wang Fengqin, but it's appropriate to give them to Liu Xiaoyun now.
Both of them were physically weak, and drinking these would nourish their bodies.
Liu Xiaoyun quickly thanked him, then paused when she looked at the person lying on the hay. She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
For several days in a row, everyone was busy building houses.
With the help of Old Man Liu and Liu Dayong, the Jiang family's three houses were finally completed.
The main structure of the house was made of wood, while the roof was made of woven straw and secured with wooden planks. It looked quite nice from a distance.
Jiang Yimian looked at the three rooms in front of her with satisfaction, somewhat surprised by the Liu family's culinary skills.
Although the house is built of wood, it is very sturdy. There is no need to worry about the roof being blown off by a strong wind or the house being washed away by a heavy rain.
In short, it was perfect in every way. Although it was quite different from the mansion Jiang Yimian had envisioned, she was already very satisfied.
After all, there weren't many stones in this small depression, so it wasn't possible to build a wall. It was already quite good that it could be covered with wood.
In particular, Liu Dayong specially left windows in several rooms, making the rooms not only bright but also allowing for ventilation.
They even built a thatched shed outside the house, which served as a kitchen.
The two children were very satisfied and couldn't wait to move their things inside.
Seeing that the Jiang family's house was finished, the others worked even harder, hoping to move into their new house as soon as possible.
The cave floor was so hard and cold that they couldn't sleep there.
So everyone hurried along, and in just ten days, the houses of the Chen and Liu families were built.
The Liu family was large, and they built four houses and a thatched hut.
As soon as Daya entered the new house, she happily jumped around and picked up some small stones to build a burrow for the two little rabbits that Xiaoye had brought.
The Chen family, like the Jiang family, built three houses and a thatched hut.
The families lived relatively close to each other; you could hear them if you shouted from their doorsteps.
When Gou Sheng returned with the two little rabbits, he could still hear Xiao Ye scolding the litter of rabbits with dissatisfaction: "You can't have too many little rabbits, you know? There's no room left in the house."
Jiang Yimian stared at the rabbits crammed into the small rabbit pen, feeling a headache coming on.
She let the two little ones keep rabbits because she saw they liked them. She forgot how prolific rabbits are. In just over a month, they had more than a dozen rabbits, making a total of fifteen rabbits when added to the original four.
We've only sent out four, but the circle is still incredibly crowded.
If several more broods come in the future, I wonder how big the rabbit pen will need to be.
It's also her fault for not being ruthless enough to eat two more small ones back then, otherwise she wouldn't be in this predicament now.
Wang Fengqin took it all in stride, simply smiling and saying, "It's alright, we can eat the rabbit when it grows up, and our family will never lack meat again."
I thought the two little ones would be unhappy to hear about eating rabbit, but to my surprise, their eyes lit up and they grabbed their little baskets to go and pick rabbit grass.
Ono, having completely changed his previous dismissive tone, stood on tiptoe and peered into the rabbit pen, grinning as he said, "Rabbits, you should hurry up and have baby rabbits so we can eat rabbit meat every day."
Little Nuan'er nodded solemnly to the side, then, with her short legs, she went to pick rabbit grass.
Jiang Yimian found it amusing but didn't say much. Instead, she poured all the rice seeds into a wooden basin, soaked them in water, and waited for them to sprout before planting them in the paddy field.
A few days ago, when Old Liu heard that she wanted to plant rice, he repeatedly assured her that he would clear a piece of land in this small depression to plant it.
Although Jiang Yimian did not refuse, she was still somewhat reluctant to give up the piece of land she had discovered before.
The land is close to a ditch, which will make it convenient to irrigate the fields.
Although there is a stream in the depression, the banks are made of gravel, and the places suitable for planting are quite far from the stream. It will be inconvenient to drain the water, and we will have to dig ditches, which may cause us to miss the rice planting season.
I just don't know how that land is doing, whether it was burned down by the wildfire.
Thinking about it, she sighed helplessly and left the house.
I plan to look around in the small depression to see if I can find a good place with both water and suitable for farming.
As she wandered around and looked around, she discovered other things.
Before me stretched a vast lotus pond, the lotus flowers growing against the cliff face were exceptionally lush, pink and white lotus blossoms intermingled, and interspersed with green lotus leaves, a truly rare and beautiful sight.
Jiang Yimian looked into the lotus pond and could clearly see small fish swimming quickly by from time to time.
She was pleasantly surprised; she hadn't eaten fish yet, even after being here for so long.
Holding my breath, I carefully reached my hand into the pond, grabbed it hard, but missed.
But the fish seemed to be mocking her, constantly leaping on the surface of the river and then falling into the lotus pond.
Jiang Yimian chuckled. People who dared to mock her usually didn't have a good ending, and the same was true for fish.
He plucked a handful of weeds from the lotus pond, tied them into a small bundle, threw them into his basket, weighed them down with a few stones, and then carefully placed the basket into the lotus pond.
She continued to observe the lotus pond.
The lotus pond stretches along the cliff face to both sides; you can see the end on the right, but not on the left.
Jiang Yimian was curious about where the lotus pond led. She kicked a fallen tree trunk, about the thickness of a wrist, into the pond, picked up a long branch, cleared away the branches, jumped onto the tree trunk in the pond, and swam to the left.
Jiang Yimian rowed for a full quarter of an hour, watching the lotus pond grow smaller and smaller until it eventually formed a stream that flowed into the ditch beside it. She paused, feeling that the ditch in front of her was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Could it be...?
Thinking it over, she quickly got up from the tree trunk, dropped the branch in her hand, and walked down the ditch.
The ditch was surrounded by soft, wet mud, and stepping on it would occasionally cause you to fall into some of the puddles.
Even though Jiang Yimian was skilled, she still ended up with her feet covered in mud.
She was filled with anticipation and didn't even notice the mud on her feet.
Fortunately, perseverance pays off. After walking for half an hour, we finally came down a gentle slope.
The scene before her was somewhat unexpected.
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