Li Xinheng grabbed his mother's arm and said, "Someone in the village came to buy rice, but they don't offer it at that price."
Mother Li clenched the silver tightly and said, "Miss, you are so generous. I will save this money to help you find a wife. When we have our wedding banquet, I will offer you a few more glasses of wine."
Yan Funing smiled and said to the two young men, "Bei Mo Ali, you carry the rice, we're going back."
Two young men stepped forward, picked up the rice bags one on the left and one on the right, and walked away.
Mother Li quickly patted her son on the back and said, "You're so big, how dare you ask two boys to carry you?"
Li Xinheng took a few quick steps, put the bag of rice on his shoulder, and walked very fast.
The two young men looked at each other and followed immediately.
Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "Brother Li's behavior makes us look useless."
Ali was even more dissatisfied: "Brother Li, it seems like I've been eating for nothing these days."
The two men jumped and tried to snatch the rice bag away, but Li Xinheng was too tall and big to take it away.
When they got home, Yan Funing asked Li Xinheng to help pour the rice into the rice jar and returned the rice bag to him.
"Can the rice bag be returned?" Li Xinheng felt embarrassed.
Yan Funing smiled and said, "Your mother must have spent time sewing such a big bag of rice. She must have spent money to buy the fabric, so she must pay it back."
Li Xinheng rolled up the cloth bag and said, "It was only when the girl came to the village that I realized there are such good people as her in the world."
The women in the village are very stingy and would fight over every melon seed and every grain of rice.
The girl in front of me is very different from the girls in the village!
Yan Funing laughed again: "How can I be so kind? You drove us to the county town for such a long time, and you didn't charge us for the ride. That's what Brother Li is good for."
Li Xinheng smiled shyly: "Speaking of going to the county town, I will take you and the young lady there as usual at the end of this ten-day period."
"good."
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In the evening, Fu Ciyi returned home.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Fu Beimo came to meet him and clamored for more practice.
Fu Ciyi carried the food box into the kitchen, washed his hands, and asked the reason, only then did he find out the whole story.
Ali, who was burning fire behind the stove, also asked to practice more.
Yan Funing was busy cooking at the moment. Fu Ciyi glanced at her from behind and said to the two older boys, "Run two laps and do horse stance for one stick of incense."
Ali: "Master, I'll go and light the fire."
Fu Ciyi said for the first time: "I'll burn it."
Fu Beimo and Ali slipped past Fu Ciyi like loaches and ran out of the kitchen.
Yan Funing held the spatula and looked up at Fu Ciyi who was standing beside her: "Do you really want to light a fire?"
"Um."
He mainly wanted to ask if she really wasn't worried about him being hungry?
He took a few steps behind the stove, lifted his robe and sat on the small stool. He had been thinking about the question in his mind for the whole afternoon, but he was unable to ask it out loud.
Yan Funing leaned over to glance behind the stove. The man was tall and slender, sitting on a small stool. He inexplicably looked like a down-and-out nobleman.
"It's just burning firewood. There's no need to watch it like this. Go back to your room and copy it."
"You think I can't light a fire? I'm not like you, who'll get dust all over my face."
Having said that, he recalled wiping her face, and the smooth touch of her little face seemed to still remain on his fingertips.
Hearing him talk about her first time lighting a fire, Yan Funing didn't get angry. "Fu Ciyi, I think starting tomorrow, we should eat earlier at home. Beimo and Ali eat fast, so after they finish, we can bring you food, how about that?"
At this moment, Fu Ciyi felt that the fire in the stove was getting stronger and stronger, and even the fire in his chest was burning.
Yan Funing stir-fried the cabbage stalks in the pot, but didn't hear his response for a long time, so she put down the spatula and walked to the back of the stove to look at him.
The firelight danced on his pale face, but there was no other expression.
Yan Funing had no idea what he was thinking.
Then he spoke again: "I plan to take Beimo and Ali into the mountains to dig for medicinal herbs in the next few days. Root and tuber herbs are difficult to find. Although we won't go deep into the mountains or old forests, we will walk a lot of mountain roads, and we will be hungry by the time we get home."
Fu Ciyi finally said, "Go to the village school early in the morning. I'll bring my own food. You don't have to send me food anymore."
"Ah? But what I brought this morning were all leftovers from the night before." She returned to the stove, stir-fried the food in the pot, and said softly, "Leftovers are not good if you eat them for too long."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ciyi's eyes flashed with slight surprise: "It's okay to eat later. Be careful when you go into the mountains."
Yan Funing nodded: "Yeah."
Fu Ciyi threw a piece of firewood into the stove.
She would ask Beimo Ali to bring him food, but the delivery time was uncertain.
Looking at the red and orange flames jumping together in the stove, he didn't understand what he was hoping for.
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At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
In the west wing, the couple picked up their pens and wrote as usual.
Fu Ciyi glanced at her secretly a few times. He didn't know when it started, but she asked him for help less and less when practicing calligraphy.
He stood up, walked to her side, looked at the neat strokes on the rice paper, and found an imperfection.
He tapped lightly with his fingertips: "When starting to write a long horizontal stroke, use some force, don't be too light."
Hearing this, Yan Funing dipped the brush in ink again and wrote another stroke: "How about this?"
Fu Ciyi shook his head slightly: "It can be better."
Just as he reached out to hold her hand and demonstrate writing to her...
Yan Funing retracted her hand.
Fu Ciyi's hand froze.
Yan Funing quickly put the pen into his palm and raised her hand, saying, "You write, and I'll read it."
Isn't it just reserved?
Not touching him, not even touching his hands, is being reserved.
Fu Ciyi had no choice but to pick up his pen and put it on the rice paper.
After writing one stroke, Yan Funing gestured for him to write a few more strokes: "Write it a few more times, I'll observe your strength."
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