When Su Qingluan returned home, she was once again sitting in a spacious and comfortable carriage with curtains.
However, she found the carriage increasingly uncomfortable to ride in. Not only was the wheels lacking shock absorption, but her knees still ached where they had been kneeling on the cold stone bricks.
Su Qingluan also understood that, intellectually speaking, Xie Zian was already considered a relatively "magnanimous" member of the upper class in this era. However, today made her understand more deeply that in this era, "human life is like grass" is not just an adjective, but a real portrayal of life!
If the people in higher positions are unhappy about something, even if you may have merely "made them unhappy", they will punish you without any reason.
And the law may even give them a break.
Su Qingluan didn't give up on herself too much - after all, it had no practical effect.
She has always been a person who values the importance of interests over momentary emotions. So no matter how much she complains about Xie Zian, she will never let her "business" be ruined because of a momentary like or dislike.
She always knew what she really wanted.
But this time, Su Qingluan still let the carriage take her to the city gate - it would be fine if the road was flat, but if the mountain road was bumpy all the way, it would probably fall apart.
Glancing at the sky, the sun was already setting. Not only was there no time to make lotus flowers for Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan wasn't even sure if her parents were getting impatient waiting and had gone to find Shopkeeper Liang.
Although her knee still ached slightly, her bones were not injured. Su Qingluan summoned the same energy she had when she ran a half marathon and rushed towards Huaxi Village with all her might.
It turns out that on the bumpy country roads, a two-legged vehicle is not necessarily slower than a four-wheeled vehicle.
The journey that originally took more than half an hour was shortened to half by Su Qingluan. Although she was out of breath, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a figure swaying in the open courtyard gate from afar - she was finally in time.
She was finally able to slow down her pace, adjust her breathing, and calm the heartbeat that was about to jump out of her chest.
Slowly moving forward a few steps as if taking a stroll, Su Qingluan frowned slightly: Why does it seem like there are more people in the courtyard today - some are sitting, some are standing, it looks a little more lively than usual.
When she got closer, she could see clearly that the person sitting there was not a stool, but a wheelchair! In the entire Huaxi Village, the only person she knew who used a wheelchair was Mu Xingzhi.
As I got closer, it was indeed him.
But he was not the same as Su Qingluan usually saw him.
Speaking of which, the number of times Su Qingluan had seen Mu Xingzhi could be counted on the fingers of both hands, which was about ten times at most.
Before today, Su Qingluan had seen Mu Xingzhi mostly with disheveled black hair and a lazy look. His clothes might not have been particularly neat, just casually wearing a plain robe, with at most a half-sleeve or outer cloak, giving him a bit of a sick beauty look.
With that outfit, it wouldn't be at all out of place to say that he was going to stay in bed and rest the next moment.
But today, probably because he was going out, and to someone else's house - although the Su family was just an ordinary farming family - Mu Xingzhi carefully straightened his clothes and tied up his loose hair meticulously with a moon-white scarf.
This kind of dress made him look different from his previous laziness and lethargy, and more neat and handsome - although he was still sitting in a wheelchair, he had an inexplicably sharper look.
Of course, this sharpness was not intimidating, and he covered it up well with a light smile.
However, Su Qingluan still felt this way subconsciously.
When Su Qingluan walked into the yard, Su Guangfu was turning around to go into the house to pour tea for Mu Xingzhi, while Yang was asking the two children to go to the backyard to play.
Song Bo pushed Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair to the location indicated by Su Guangfu. For a moment, no one noticed Su Qingluan coming in.
It was only when Mu Xingzhi heard the approaching footsteps that he turned around and his gaze paused. Su Qingluan always felt that his gaze seemed to linger on her legs for a moment.
But when she looked over carefully, Mu Xingzhi greeted her with that gentle smile again: "I haven't seen you for a few days. Qingluan seems to have lost some weight."
Su Qingluan was already quite familiar with Mu Xingzhi. As she approached him, she couldn't help but jokingly said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Mr. Mu looks much more energetic now, not as sick as before."
Normally, the two of them mostly called each other by their names, and only when they were deliberately joking would Su Qingluan call him "Mr. Mu" in a rhythmic tone.
Mu Xingzhi knew that Su Qingluan was just teasing and had no ill intentions. Song Bo also understood Su Qingluan's playful and mischievous nature. Moreover, Mu Xingzhi did not take it as an offense, so he watched with a smile.
However, Yang, who had coaxed the two children to stay obediently in the inner room, was shocked when she heard Su Qingluan's words "sick" when she returned to the yard.
According to Yang and the vast majority of villagers, people like Mu Xingzhi are "scholars."
The villagers of Huaxi Village have very simple ideas. They feel that those top scholars who can pass the imperial examinations are too far away from them, the common people who are just looking for land and houses. They are people in the distant future.
Mu Xingzhi, who knew everything asked, spoke in a gentle and friendly manner, had a gentle and decent appearance, and could also write, was a rare "scholar".
For many illiterate villagers, even though Mu Xingzhi was disabled, just by knowing how to read, he could write a letter home to a child far away from home on behalf of the villagers. He could write a lawsuit for a family with grievances, and even find out why the harvest was poor or why the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep were sick...
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