Chapter 683 Senior Brother, I Was Wrong
"You're really amazing. It looks so simple, but I just can't seem to learn it. I'll practice some more later."
After teaching He Xiu several times, Song Chunxue received many compliments from He Xiu, saying "Amazing!"
"Can you repair tools?" He Xiu scratched his forehead, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I not only love collecting weapons, but I also love growing herbs. These are all taken care of by my disciples, but their tools often break. The hoes and shovels they buy from the market need to be repaired by finding wooden sticks themselves. They don't make them very well."
"Besides, we're all used to using our own tools and don't like others touching them. Mine are either loose or broken, and the wooden sticks we find are never suitable. Could you please help us out while you're at it?"
"I remember you're a farmer, you should know these things, right?"
Seemingly afraid of upsetting Song Chunxue, He Xiu spoke slowly, observing her expression as he spoke.
"Don't worry, if you fix it for me, I'll send you some good medicinal herbs later."
Song Chunxue nodded, "Deal, lead the way."
He Xiu was overjoyed. "This way."
Song Chunxue covered her lips with her hand to hide her smile.
This person looks older than him, but he acts like an old child.
It's hard to say, but he's older than her two lifetimes combined.
She followed the flagstone path, climbed the steps, and arrived at a small courtyard with a thatched roof.
Although it's a thatched hut, it's so clean and beautiful that Song Chunxue would be willing to live there for the rest of her life.
The thatch on the roof was even and thick, and the entire house, from the walls and floor to the corridors and steps outside, was made of wood. It felt incredibly comfortable underfoot, and even the back of my head felt comfortable.
Song Chunxue only recently learned that she likes wooden houses because her birth chart indicates that wood is a favorable element.
No wonder she always likes to stay in the woods. Every year in late autumn, she would go to the woods to sweep up fallen leaves. If it weren't for the thought of going home to cook for her children, she wouldn't even want to go home.
She liked to lie among the leaves, watching the branches arbitrarily and haphazardly arranged, their sparse shadows cast across the blue sky, and could lie there until dark.
What is this room for?
“It’s where the disciples who take care of the medicinal herb fields live, but usually no one lives there. There’s a deep mountain nearby, and they prefer to live in the small huts on the mountain. Besides, it’s cooler on the mountain in the summer, and the medicinal herbs grow better there.”
Song Chunxue admitted that she was jealous of the disciples in the herb garden.
They can't even appreciate such a nice house.
The houses on that mountain must be so beautiful.
He Xiu led her to the woodshed, picked up a hoe from the corner of the wall. The wooden stick was well-chosen, with several wedges wedged into the gaps, making it both ugly and heavy.
And the axe next to it, the wood of the axe handle looks very smooth, but it's too thick and too uniform.
Tools are used by the hands, not the eyes. They are more practical to hold than to look nice.
"You chose a bad axe handle, and the hoe handle is too straight. Are there any banyan trees nearby?"
Song Chunxue picked up a wood-chopping knife. "Luckily, this one still works, but the wooden handle is cracked, so we need to make a new one."
He Xiu was somewhat surprised, "Are you going to make it for me?"
Song Chunxue looked at him, puzzled. He hadn't asked her to help, so what did he mean by asking this now?
"That's too much trouble. I'll find someone else, but it might take a while. We're here to have fun today, let's talk about it another day." He Xiu pointed outside. "They've all gone over there to drink tea and practice archery. Your senior brother has even prepared a rare tea break for you..."
"It's no trouble, I don't like crowded places." She sometimes likes to join in the fun, but only if she feels comfortable.
The farmers found something they were good at, which was a good way to pass the time.
She hadn't been to the woods for a long time, so she took the opportunity to breathe in the fresh air of the forest.
She took a bamboo basket off the wall, weighed it in her hand, and couldn't help but smile, "I like this basket. I'll go into the woods to pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms while I'm at it. Being a disciple of the herb garden in such a good environment must be very enjoyable, right?"
He Xiu chose a basket to carry on his back. "What's so happy about it? They're too lazy to even get cramps, and they often throw tantrums and slack off. If they weren't born to grow medicinal herbs, those herbs would have died long ago."
"If you like, these medicinal herb fields will be yours in the future, and you can live in the courtyard as well. Just don't let them go to waste, and you can stay for a while whenever you want." It was rare to meet someone who liked farming, so He Xiu was very generous.
Song Chunxue's eyes widened. "Giving it to me? Are you being so generous?"
Could he be trying to deceive her carefree nature?
"It's nothing valuable. With someone looking after it, my disciples would be happier than birds if they knew they didn't have to go down the mountain and could even spend the night on the mountaintop every month. They would be very grateful."
"..." Listen to that, that's the tone of a rich kid.
It wasn't anything valuable, but it made these farmers, who grew crops in arid lands year-round, want to jump off a cliff.
Why didn't you jump into the river?
Ha, no one can drown in their rivers!
She followed He Xiu up the mountain when suddenly, she heard rustling sounds coming from the bushes on both sides of the mountain path.
Song Chunxue was so frightened that she hid to the side.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, something darting rapidly through the grass lunged at them.
"Oh my god!"
"Mother!"
Song Chunxue jumped up in fright, nearly hitting He Xiu with her wood-chopping knife.
He Xiu was startled by her commotion and exclaimed in surprise as well.
"Be careful, don't slice my head off. It's just a snake."
Song Chunxue's heart was pounding in her throat.
It's just a snake.
But this snake was not only black, it became as thick as a bucket when it rushed over, and the next moment it stood steadily in front of them, without any remorse for scaring them.
Song Chunxue looked at the composed Taoist Han and said, "Why don't you go have some tea and wine with them instead of coming here to scare people?"
Master Han glanced at her. "That's how I walk. You're timid and you're blaming me for scaring you?"
He Xiu, who was standing to the side, explained with a smile, "I guess he was being stared at by a few girls who came after hearing about it, and he felt uncomfortable, so he came to me."
"Senior brother is both an outsider and an insider. On the surface, he keeps people at arm's length and is hard to approach, but those young girls just happen to like men with such a cold and aloof appearance, and those captivating peach blossom eyes that seem to look down on the world with unwavering affection," He Xiu said, shaking his head. "Young people are just easily bewitched by good looks..."
"Junior brother, don't you want that orchid anymore?" Master Han asked calmly, crossing his arms in front of him, turning around to block the road, and staring at He Xiu expressionlessly.
He Xiu immediately admitted defeat, "Cough, is that true? I also wish I were good-looking enough to bewitch others, but my parents didn't give me such a good foundation. It's like some people are dying of thirst while others are drowning in water."
Master Han smiled, "Is that so? Then what about back then..."
"Senior brother, I was wrong." He Xiu immediately bowed deeply to him. "I'll go up the mountain to make you some tea and buy you some pills."
Master Han turned around with satisfaction, a dark bamboo-colored silk cloth hanging on his shoulder, showing everyone what it meant to have a clothes rack-like figure.
As expected of a snake cultivator in human form, he is even more capable of carrying clothes than ordinary people.
This fabric and color would look wasteful on anyone else.
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