With the experience of being covered in fish tail last time, Su Qingluan was fully prepared this time: a net bag for catching fish, a fish basket for holding fish, and an axe for chopping wood, everything was available.
It would be even more interesting if he held a bamboo pole, Su Qingluan complained in her heart.
However, she was very confident in her fishing skills - let alone the simple bamboo poles and cotton lines used as fishing gear in this era, even with modern high-tech equipment, she had never caught a fish!
So from the very beginning, Su Qingluan gave up "fishing", an activity that combines leisure and entertainment with food acquisition.
Wouldn't it be much more convenient and efficient to just open and close the river to catch fish?
Su Qingluan thought expressionlessly—of course, she definitely didn't think this way because of her poor fishing skills! Absolutely not!
When she arrived at the river, since she already had a clear understanding of the terrain, Su Qingluan immediately knew where there were branches of appropriate length and thickness that could be used as a "fence" to enclose the fish, and where this "fence" needed to be built.
She cut back dozens of branches at once, and like a squirrel carrying pine nuts, she piled the branches one by one where she wanted to build a "fence".
When she went back and forth for the third time, she found that there was someone sitting next to her "trophy".
To be precise, the man was in a wheelchair.
As far as she knew, the only person she knew in this era was someone in a wheelchair...
"Mu Xingzhi?" Su Qingluan called out subconsciously.
When the young man heard the voice, he turned his gaze in her direction. Su Qingluan then realized that calling her by her name seemed a bit impolite in this era.
"Mr. Mu..." She quickly changed the subject.
Mu Xingzhi didn't seem to care about the name at all: "If you're not used to it, it's fine for Madam Su to call me by my name."
"Etiquette cannot be abolished..." In fact, she didn't care much about the so-called "etiquette" of this era.
But if she makes it a habit to call people by their names casually, even if the person in front of her doesn't mind, what if she meets someone who "matters" one day?
She felt it was not worth it to cause trouble over such a small issue of address.
Therefore, the safest way is to follow the crowd, which is the safest and most reliable way.
Seeing that Su Qingluan was determined to do so, Mu Xingzhi stopped talking and looked at the branch in Su Qingluan's hand: "Madam Su, are you... going to catch fish?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Mr. Mu knows?"
Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "I saw it by the river last time."
Su Qingluan: ...Last time...by the river...
Oh no, the dead memory is backstabbing her again! Ah, I really want to dig that memory out of my head!
Perhaps sensing the turmoil of embarrassment that had engulfed Su Qingluan's mind, Mu Xingzhi asked, "If I were to shape these branches into the same shape as before, it would take quite a while. Madam Su, would you like some help?"
Regardless of whether Mu Xingzhi changed the subject to avoid embarrassing her, Su Qingluan felt extremely fortunate!
Hearing this, the gratitude in her eyes almost became tangible: "Thank you so much!"
As he spoke, he dropped the pile of branches he was holding in his arms at Mu Xingzhi's feet and said, "I need to tie the branches together with ropes." He took out the thin hemp rope he brought from home this time and said, "I need to leave a gap about this big."
As he spoke, he gestured with two fingers.
Then he looked up at Mu Xingzhi: "Is it okay?"
As a result, when she looked up, she saw an expression of surprise on the other person's ordinary, gentle and handsome face.
Su Qingluan shuddered in her heart: Could it be that the other person just wanted to be polite to her, but she took it seriously?
This is too embarrassing...
Although she thought so, Su Qingluan was no longer embarrassed - after all, she had gotten used to it after being embarrassed so many times in front of the same person.
The last threshold of embarrassment was broken, and Su Qingluan became relaxed and comfortable.
So, she sat on the ground, not caring much about her image—after all, men's clothing was much more convenient than women's—and began tying the branches with a hemp rope, lowering her head and saying casually, "It doesn't matter if I don't know how to do it. I can do it myself."
"Is this okay?"
Su Qingluan looked up when she heard the voice and saw that Mu Xingzhi had tied two branches side by side in his hands.
The knots in the hemp rope were of uniform size, and the spacing between the branches also reflected her intention.
Su Qingluan nodded, then looked at him: "Seeing your surprised expression just now, I thought you didn't want to help, you were just being polite. Sorry." She was being mean-spirited.
Mu Xingzhi smiled and shook his head: "It's just that Madam Su is the first person who has asked me for help so naturally."
"Don't we say 'call each other you and me'?"
Mu Xing was stunned for a moment, then he remembered the last agreement on addressing her and nodded, "It was my negligence."
Su Qingluan actually understood why Mu Xingzhi said that she was the first person who "naturally asked him for help" - her eyes passed over his legs.
She thought that if she had met someone like Mu Xingzhi before she fell ill in her previous life, she probably would not easily let Mu Xingzhi help her with anything - even the simplest things that even a child could do.
However, after falling ill, she realized that the sicker she was, the less she wanted to be treated "specially" - it was as if someone was constantly reminding her: You are different from others because you are sick.
So she smiled and said, "I heard that doing handicrafts like this can make your fingers more flexible. As the saying goes, 'the fingers are connected to the heart,' and people with flexible fingers are also said to have more flexible minds."
"So Madam Su wants me to be smart?"
Su Qingluan shrugged: "I don't know if my brain is sharp or not, but my fingers should not be as cold as before after I move them."
Mu Xingzhi was stunned again when he heard this.
Su Qingluan also stopped: Did she say something wrong?
Perhaps the doubt in her expression was too obvious. Mu Xingzhi seemed to hear her inner thoughts and chuckled softly, sighing, "Madam Su has a free and easy personality and is not bound by etiquette. She doesn't seem like the daughter of a rural farmer."
Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat.
Although Mu Xingzhi's words should have been unintentional, she was a lonely soul in another world after all, not an original product. She still felt a little guilty when she was told that she "didn't look like a farm girl."
But she was curious, how could a casual remark become "informal"?
However, in order to ensure that she did not reveal too much, Su Qingluan did not ask this question.
Only later did she realize that women of this era, unless they were too shameless, would not so naturally bring up issues related to the "body temperature" of a foreign man.
After Su Qingluan knew about it, she said: This is really too difficult for her as a modern person!
But at this point, she didn't ask the question in her mind, but instead brought up another topic: "Mr. Mu, did you come here alone? Where is the uncle who was with you before?"
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