I'm not writing Chapter 167 anymore!
In the middle of the night, someone realized for the first time in their life that writing was actually so difficult.
After pulling out several strands of hair and burning out a candle, he finally managed to utter two words.
Li Rong stared at the paper with a bitter and resentful look for a while, then suddenly paused, a flash of inspiration in his mind.
Why is he so obedient? What kind of nonsense is this? Why should he listen to her?
Although she's a very good person, capable of supporting her family, and incredibly kind to the children, even helping me with my medical treatment, and she cooks delicious food...
Cough cough, but I don't have to listen to her in everything!
After all, Li Rong had spent half his life on the military. In the past, even if the emperor asked him to write more in his memorials, Li Rong might not have listened.
Yes, he is now seriously ill, but how could his courage be taken away as well?
She's just a young woman; what if I don't listen to her? Is she going to beat me up or something?
I'm not writing anymore!
Thinking this, he tossed his pen aside, pushed his wheelchair to the edge of the heated brick bed, and climbed up using his hands. He was getting ready to sleep.
However, despite trying hard to lie in bed and close my eyes tightly, I still couldn't fall asleep and kept tossing and turning.
Jiang Nuanzhi was naturally unaware of Li Rong's dilemma.
After returning to her room, she took a thorough inventory of the things she needed to take with her when she went out the next day.
Of course, we had to bring the whitening and beautifying cream. We made a total of sixty bottles in this batch, which filled a large basket.
Then he also packed up the several jars of green apricot wine that he had been brewing at home.
I plan to bring some for Old Master Lü and Huayue tomorrow.
And then there's Lord Feng. It's all thanks to Military Advisor Shen's connection that Uncle Xin returned unharmed. He should definitely go and express his gratitude.
Jiang Nuanzhi also thought about it and wanted to take another look at the school. She also wanted to bring two jars to Master Du's house so she could ask about Ping'er's situation.
Actually, the Dragon Boat Festival is just around the corner. It would be good to bring more gifts, but Jiang Nuanzhi is currently a bit short of money. This apricot wine is something new, so she'll just use it as a small token of her appreciation.
Once she's earned enough money, she can go door-to-door delivering holiday gifts during festivals.
After checking and confirming that nothing was missing, Jiang Nuanzhi asked Ping'er, who was studying, for two sheets of paper. She prepared to make a diagram.
She secretly thought that after dealing with Huayue tomorrow, she could go to the village headman's office to see if anyone in the village wanted to sell a house. She wanted to buy a slightly larger courtyard house.
By then, she would have all the pavilions and waterside terraces she had always dreamed of, the small gardens in front of and behind the house, the lawn where she could walk her dog anytime, the spacious and bright walk-in closet, and the large study—all of these would be wonderful.
Jiang Nuanzhi did not draw immediately; instead, she first listed out the things she used to like one by one.
Once we buy the land, we can figure out how to achieve each thing one by one.
In the middle of the night, she became more and more excited as she wrote, and in a daze, she saw that villa beckoning to her.
"Ah Nuan, it's so late, are you really not going to sleep yet?"
Ping'er brought her a cup of rice tea and lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry.
Jiang Nuanzhi snapped out of her daze and blinked, "Huh?"
Ping'er pointed out the window: "The moon is so high now, it looks like it's almost midnight."
Jiang Nuanzhi slapped her forehead: "Right, go to sleep first!"
Before going to bed, she didn't waste the rice tea that Li Junping had brewed. She took a sip and poked his little face, saying, "Thank you, Ping'er. You should come up to bed soon too. Studying for too long can hurt your eyes."
Ping'er nodded obediently upon hearing this.
After tidying up, he lay down. Ping'er really couldn't sleep. His hands caressed the soft, light quilt, and he felt as if it were all unreal.
Instinctively, I reached out and covered my younger brother, who had kicked off his blanket, with it.
In a daze, I suddenly realized that the kid's leg seemed to have healed considerably.
Not only does she have so much energy kicking off the blankets now, but yesterday she was also lively and energetic, coming to pick me up from school. Her legs seem to be in much better shape than before she was injured?
He subconsciously glanced at his younger sister beside him.
The little girl is well-fed and has fair and tender skin.
Li Junping seemed somewhat dazed.
A few months ago, he certainly couldn't have imagined that he would now be wearing a soft silk shirt, lying on a warm kang (heated brick bed), covered with a light and cozy quilt, with his healthy younger brother and sister beside him. His father was also safe and sound.
No scolding, no hands frozen numb, no doghouse, no beatings...
"What are you staring at? Why aren't you asleep yet?" Jiang Nuanzhi yawned, but seeing Ping'er still staring out the window, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Ping'er, in a daze, pulled the quilt around herself and buried half of her face in it: "Hmm, I'm going to sleep now."
Looking at the child, Jiang Nuanzhi sensed that the child had something on his mind. She opened her eyes and forced her eyelids open to ask, "Ping'er, do you really have nothing to say to me? Anything is fine, as long as you're willing to talk, I'm willing to listen."
Li Junping's gaze fell on Jiang Nuanzhi, and looking at her increasingly gentle features, he subconsciously shook his head: "Nuanzhi, it's nothing."
Jiang Nuanzhi sighed with slight disappointment: "Then go to sleep early. You have to go to school tomorrow too."
"Okay." Ping'er obediently replied and nodded.
Before long, Jiang Nuanzhi fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, Li Junping was gone.
Jiang Nuanzhi slapped her forehead in annoyance. How could she have stayed up so late again?
While the others were still asleep, she quietly got up.
Hurry up and head out. But as soon as I stepped out the door, I almost bumped into that fleshy wall standing there.
Jiang Nuanzhi stopped abruptly, looked at the tall man sitting blankly in the wheelchair, and sighed slowly: "Big brother, why don't you learn from a good person? Why do you have to be like Young Master Lü and scare people at the door?"
As they were talking, Jiang Nuanzhi's gaze involuntarily fell on the man's face. After just one glance, her eyes widened in surprise: "What happened to your eyes? Did someone hit you?"
Jiang Nuanzhi wasn't exaggerating; Li Rong truly looked as if someone had drained his life essence in the middle of the night. His dark circles were comparable to those of a national treasure.
Li Rong rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I've finished writing. I'm rushing to show it to you."
Jiang Nuanzhi sighed after hearing this, smoothing her hands in front of her chest: "I thought it was something serious, is that all? We'll talk about it when I get back tonight. I have something important to do today."
As he said this, he added, "I boiled some eggs last night, so if you're hungry, eat them first. I have something to do, so I won't keep you any longer."
Then, he grabbed two eggs, stuffed them into his pocket, and went straight to loading things onto the donkey cart. After loading, without saying a word, he drove the donkey cart away.
Li Rong stared blankly at Jiang Nuanzhi's departing figure, then glanced silently at the papers in his hand. A strange expression gradually appeared on his face.
After a long while, Li Rong slapped himself on the forehead.
"You're insane, Li Rong, you're insane."
(End of this chapter)
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