"You reckless fool, don't you even know if your half-ounce bones can withstand any weight before barging into my room? I'll kick you to death."
Enraged, Yun Ruochun kicked Chen Jie in the waist again. She was already terrified while she was in the room, and this hooligan's intrusion made her even more uneasy, fearing that Yun Ling would be captured. So she hurriedly dressed and came out, punching him without saying a word.
Chen Jie felt utterly wronged. How come the young women he met these days were all so fierce?
Fearing that her aunt would hold a grudge, Yunling stopped Yun Ruochun and said to Chen Jie, "Chief Escort Chen, we have other matters to attend to, so we won't disturb your enjoyment any longer."
Yun Ruochun was surprised that Yun Ling knew this frivolous man. A镖头 (bodyguard leader)? How could someone like this be a镖头? The people under him must be terrible.
Chen Jie quickly stood up. "I didn't come here to have fun. I don't know anything. I was pushed in."
Yunling gave him a look that said, "No need to explain, I understand," but that look made Chen Jie very uneasy. He simply stuck close to Yunling and said, "Grandma, believe me, I was really pushed into the room. I may be a gangster, but I don't belong in this kind of business."
Yun Ruochun was even more surprised. What did she just hear? Great-aunt? This person actually called Yun Ling "great-aunt"! Then... then wouldn't she be her great-great-aunt?
"Alright, I believe you. Go play by yourself, don't follow us. Go away."
When Chen Jie saw Yun Ling, he stopped playing by himself and stuck to her. He even covered his eyes when he saw other young ladies, as if Yun Ling would misunderstand if he looked at them too much. As a result, he couldn't see where he was going and bumped into walls several times, causing a lot of laughs.
Seeing that this guy looked so simple-minded, Yun Ruochun didn't think he was a lecherous person, so she believed that he had been pushed into the room by someone, and her worries lessened a bit.
After the two boarded the boat, they saw Granny Yun and Uncle Hua carrying large and small bags, hurrying back. Besides glutinous rice, glutinous rice cakes, and meat rolls, they also had most of a lamb leg, waiting to roast it that night.
All of this was paid for by Aunt Yun. According to her, it's all about friendship, isn't it just a matter of money? If you build relationships in advance, others will be more willing to put in the effort when you go to Fujian to find things, so you can avoid taking detours.
The shoreline wasn't dark at night. Apart from the merchant ships that had lit candles, the stilted houses and the stalls selling late-night snacks along the shore all had lamps lit. The noise, laughter, and playful banter were something Yunling and her friends had never seen in the small village before.
Uncle Hua placed the marinated lamb leg on the fire to roast. As for spices and seasonings, their merchant ships had no shortage of them. In this business, who wouldn't want to make a little profit? So the numbers reported to their superiors were always a little less than the actual figures. This was their rule, and everyone knew it, but no one would tell anyone.
In no time, the lamb leg was sizzling and dripping with oil, and the aroma spread everywhere. The first to suffer were the merchant ships of the neighboring Lu Family Trading Company.
Qin Yu walked onto the Fu family's merchant ship as if he were strolling in his own backyard, and Chen Jie, seeing this, quickly followed him onto the ship with two fish.
Uncle Hua used a knife to slice off the top of the meat and put it on a plate for people to take. Then he sprinkled some more seasoning on the remaining lamb leg and continued to roast it over the fire.
Yun Ruochun, smelling the aroma, was already drooling. With each chopstick, she would pick up three or four pieces of spices from the bowl. She would then rub the piece with fewer spices against the piece with more spices and put it in her mouth, thoroughly enjoying herself.
The mutton wasn't gamey at all, and it even had a milky aroma. The cumin blended with the spiciness of the dogwood, making it a truly enjoyable experience.
Just as she was about to pick up another piece, she noticed Qin Yu staring at her intently. She quickly turned her face away, but Qin Yu followed her gaze, making her extremely uncomfortable.
What are you doing?
"This meat tastes delicious."
As Qin Yu spoke, he leaned forward, his eyes darting around. Yun Ruochun had never been so close to a man before, and she immediately blushed, leaning back slightly. "You can go get it."
"good."
After agreeing, Qin Yu also picked up a chopstick and took four pieces. He gave two pieces to Yun Ruochun, and then happily chewed the remaining two pieces while smiling at Yun Ruochun.
"You eat yours, why are you giving it to me?"
"You're thin, eat more. I'll just have two pieces."
Yun Ruochun felt that this person was very unreasonable. How could she be thin? When she was at home, she ate three bowls of rice every day, as well as meat and vegetables. She never missed a meal. How could she be thin?
But since the meat had been put in her bowl, she couldn't just waste it, so she picked it up and ate it. She ate the piece with plenty of seasoning and nodded contentedly.
One of them was so engrossed in eating that the other was so engrossed in staring that it made the people around them envious.
Yunling put the mutton into her mouth, frowning slightly. "Chief镖头, don't you think this mutton is a little sour?"
Chen Jie stopped eating, looking completely bewildered. Sour? He didn't think so, but Yun Ling said it was sour, so he must have just missed the taste. He quickly chimed in, "Sour, this is way too sour!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than she received a slap from Old Lady Yun. “Where is it sour? This meat is roasted to perfection, suitable for all ages.”
Although Old Lady Yun hadn't tasted anything yet, just looking at Yun Ruochun and Qin Yu made her feel completely satisfied.
What a wonderful man this is! Putting everything else aside, his ability to care for others is a huge plus. Her Chun-jie is so wonderful; she deserves such a considerate husband. I just wonder who he is; I'll have to find out more about him another day.
The boat continued its journey, and the weather grew hotter and hotter. When they reached Qimin, Yunling felt as if her head was about to crack from the heat. She disembarked and went to a shop on the street, where she drank three cups of fragrant beverages to relieve the heat.
They were greeted by Uncle Zhao, a local from Fujian. He had dark skin, looked honest and simple, and owned a lot of land. He had a large courtyard that was often used as a lodging for merchants. Whenever Uncle Hua and his group came to Fujian, they would always stay at his house. Over time, they naturally became familiar with each other.
Uncle Zhao's house was quite far from the dock. It took the group more than half an hour to get there, even though they were all riding in donkey carts. The courtyard was indeed very large. There were two dogs in front of the gate, one white and one yellow. There was a statue of Mazu in the main hall. There were chickens in the yard, clucking incessantly, and the ground was covered with chicken droppings.
Yunling, Yun Ruochun, and Yun's mother were arranged to share a room. It was sunny and well-lit, but Yunling only felt stuffy and hot. The sun shone on the bed and the residual heat could last into the night, making it feel like frying a fish.
Yunling fried fish for most of the night, and only when a cool breeze blew in the middle of the night to cool her down was she able to fall asleep.
But before dawn, as soon as the rooster in the yard crowed, Uncle Hua and the others set off for the port, making quite a few rustling noises. Yunling covered her ears and finally managed to wait until they left. Uncle Zhao and the others were also preparing to go out to sea to salvage.
Upon hearing that they were going out to sea, Yunling jumped out of bed, brushed her teeth, washed her face, grabbed a steamed bun, and insisted on going with them.
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