Chapter 10
As night fell, Luo Yan even considered taking her third sister back to her room, saying she was worried she would get cold.
Zhu Yun firmly refused, citing Jia Yufang's argument: "Wild cats are not easy to tame. Even if you keep them locked up, they will still run away. It's better to keep them in the shed."
She hesitated, "What if it doesn't come back?"
These words sounded somewhat familiar. Zhu Yun frowned and thought for a moment, then remembered that Luo Yan often asked him, "Are you leaving again?" and "Are you coming back?" just like she did with stray cats.
His face darkened instantly, and he strode away.
But when the oil lamp was in his hand, the shed went dark instantly.
Luo Yan hurriedly grabbed his trouser leg, looked up at him pitifully, and said, "A-Yun."
He hesitated for a moment, then sat back down on the bench, his tone softening unconsciously: "If it runs away, give it some food and lure it out again."
"That's right."
Luo Yan was pleased and put her third sister back on the simple wooden bed.
The rain gradually stopped, and the chirping of insects rose and fell. The cool evening breeze in the mountains was pleasant, and she closed her eyes in comfort.
Seeing how comfortable she was, Zhu Yun's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
inside the house.
Jia Yufang packed up the embroidery she would take to town the next day, then found a measuring tape and called the children in to take their measurements.
In just a few months, they grew quite a bit taller.
Actually, I deliberately left the cuffs and other parts long when I had the clothes made, and the size is just right now, but it will definitely be too short soon. It's time to buy some fabric to make new clothes.
With Luo Yan keeping records, things are much more convenient than before.
Looking at the round, unremarkable pattern on the paper, Jia Yufang thought it was fairly easy to recognize and said with a smile, "After this batch of goods is delivered, I'll also learn to write from Sister Yan."
Farm work has become increasingly busy lately, and Luo Yan has suffered a serious loss of students. Upon hearing this, she immediately began to massage Luo Yan's shoulders with great care: "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying to you." Jia Yufang looked nostalgic. "Your mother was from a prominent family, and all the maids under her were literate. She managed the household perfectly."
"in Apple pie order."
"Yes, very orderly."
The original owner's mother was from the Ye family in the capital, but she broke with her family after marrying a merchant, and only maintained contact with her own sister, who was the male protagonist's mother.
The Luo and Ye families are merely background characters, not even worthy of being called supporting roles, and are only briefly mentioned.
But for Jia Yufang and Doctor Liu to be so grateful, Luo Yan thought that her original parents must have been extremely good people.
Although she was curious, she couldn't ask in detail, fearing that she might inadvertently reveal the differences between herself and the original owner of the body, so she could only shift her attention elsewhere.
"I've got it!" She ran outside and waved to Zhu Yun. "Quickly, make a mark for me."
He didn't know what Luo Yan was up to, but he cooperated by taking out a dagger and drawing a horizontal line close to the top of her hair: "All done."
"You go stand there too."
Luo Yan tried her best to stand on tiptoe as she explained, "We can carve a horizontal line every year and compare how much longer it has grown."
After she finished fussing, she put the dagger back in her hand and picked up the sleeping kitten, saying, "Make a note of this for our third sister too."
Zhu Yun clicked her tongue lightly, thinking to herself, "Will this ever end?" But she still honestly did as instructed.
Luo Yan borrowed a rope and ruler to measure, and after pondering the data for a long time, she finally calculated it—she was about 1.55 meters tall, and Zhu Yun was 1.70 meters tall.
Does she have the potential to grow into a tall and beautiful woman?
She tugged at her hair, trying to recall the biology knowledge she had learned, glancing at Zhu Yun every now and then, and then sighing.
Zhu Yun: "?"
After a moment of melancholy, she raised her hand and gestured: "Will I grow to this size in the future?"
He couldn't answer, but recalling the couple's height, he figured he shouldn't be too short, so he said, "If your parents are tall, you can't be short either."
She had never met the original owner's parents, but Long Aotian was top-notch in every way, so as his cousin, she couldn't be any less impressive.
The more Luo Yan thought about it, the more sense it made, and she covered her face and secretly laughed.
Zhu Yun, who witnessed the dramatic change in demeanor: "..."
*
When I woke up the next day, Jia Yufang had already gone down the mountain, leaving food in the steamer, which was still slightly warm.
Luo Yan first peeked out to look for the kitten, but it was nowhere to be seen. She felt terrible and dragged her heavy steps into Zhu Yun's room.
He had just finished his morning exercise and was taking a cold shower when he heard someone push open the door. He wasn't surprised and got up to get dressed behind the screen.
"Third Sister is gone." Luo Yan stopped in front of the bookshelf, muttering as she picked out a storybook. "The meat that Grandmother left is still in the bowl. Is it not coming back?"
Zhu Yun came out drying her wet hair and saw that she also had her hair down. She guessed that since her grandmother was not around, some people did not know how to comb their hair.
Have you had breakfast yet?
She shook her head, hooked a strand of half-dry hair with her index finger, and exclaimed, "Internal energy can be used in real life, and it can even be used as a hair dryer."
The boy's hair was jet black, which made his red lips and white teeth stand out even more. If Luo Yan hadn't seen the whip marks on his back with her own eyes, she would have really thought he was a young master from a wealthy family.
“Your parents must be very good-looking,” she said confidently.
Zhu Yun thought about it for a moment and said, "Indeed."
"Huh?" She was taken aback and said bluntly, "I thought you were an orphan right after you were born. I didn't expect you to have met your biological parents."
These questions would be offensive to ordinary people, but Luo Yan's entire family was wiped out, and her life story couldn't be any more tragic, so naturally she had no taboos.
Zhu Yun genuinely didn't care and truthfully replied, "I've seen you once from afar."
She imagined Zhu Yun being sold as a child and later seeing his parents like strangers, and felt that her personality matched his.
"They would really regret it if they knew how amazing you've become."
He neither confirmed nor denied it, but instead asked, "Where are your parents?"
"What?"
"They know you, hmm, will they regret it?"
Luo Yan pondered for a moment, then her eyes widened in surprise: "You want to praise me, right! Praise me for being beautiful, having a good temperament, and being smart when I grow up."
She looked genuinely smug, and Zhu Yun chuckled, giving a faint "hmm."
Seeing that he didn't refute her, Luo Yan couldn't possibly feel sentimental anymore. She said in a light tone, "My parents are very capable, and my brother is also very capable. I shouldn't regret it."
After traveling through time, she would occasionally reminisce about the past.
From my perspective, I only see my father in a suit and tie and my mother with an elegant demeanor.
But from the parents' perspective? It's a daughter whose face grows thinner day by day, a monster covered in tubes, a silent countdown to death.
Luo Yan sniffed and turned to watch Zhu Yun comb her hair.
He has large hands and long, slender fingers, which can easily hold his thick hair.
It turned out that it wasn't that she lacked skill; it was simply that she was too young, had too much hair, and too short arms to style the intricate ancient designs.
After being stared at for a while, Zhu Yun gradually slowed down, and her ears became a little hot. She pretended to be casual and said, "What, do you want me to comb your hair too?"
Can you?
"Maybe."
Luo Yan translated it as "No problem" and turned her back: "Then I'll comb my hair into simple double buns."
Zhu Yun had only watched from the sidelines, and when she actually tried it, she found it difficult to control her strength. She snapped off several strands, making her grimace in pain: "You just want to get revenge on me."
"......"
Fortunately, the result was gratifying. Luo Yan looked at herself in the bronze mirror and went to the kitchen with satisfaction.
After she set out the bowls and chopsticks, Zhu Yun returned from outside, carrying her third sister who was carrying weeds in her hand: "Here you go."
The kitten recognized her scent, lay down on the spot, and purred.
Since the weather was fine today, Luo Yan suggested, "Let's build another small shed so that the mother cat can live there too."
So the two men and the cat took an axe and went to the bamboo forest facing south.
On the way, they met Qingcao and her father, who were also carrying axes. When they heard that they were building a small wooden house, Qingcao's father enthusiastically took on the job.
Green Grass deliberately slowed her pace and told her, "I will be able to continue reading tomorrow."
Qingcao's father initially refused, but Aunt Cui brought up her sister who worked for a wealthy family, which persuaded him. However, if there was no profit to be made, she feared she might call Qingcao and Qinglian back at any time.
Luo Yan felt sorry for her: "If there's anything I can do, just let me know."
Hearing this, Qingcao smiled and her eyes crinkled: "Little ancestor, I wouldn't dare to mess with you."
The two chatted happily, leaving Zhu Yun all alone behind.
He pinched the cat's nape, forcing it to meow. Luo Yan indeed trotted back to his side, asking with concern, "Third Sister, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"
Qingcao was afraid of Zhu Yun and dared not approach. She said from a distance, "Let me help you cut bamboo."
"No need," he replied coldly.
Luo Yan was entangled by her third sister and could only say goodbye to her friend.
Zhu Yun found a shady spot for her to sit and rest, then went to observe Qingcao's father's actions and imitated him, chopping down a large pile of herbs.
He tied it up tightly with the hemp rope he had prepared in advance, and listened to Luo Yan humming a song happily. Suddenly he felt something was wrong—how did he become her servant?
But my gaze swept over her two thin arms.
Never mind, it's not a big deal.
After delivering the bamboo to Qingcao's house, she ran into the matchmaker on her way out. The matchmaker recognized Luo Yan and called out to her, "I've made progress on the person Sister Jia asked me to find."
Luo Yan asked in confusion, "Who is it?"
"Of course, the maid is chosen for you, Miss." The matchmaker treated her as a patron, speaking warmly and respectfully. "She must have a clean background, be quick and efficient, and not be the type to bully her master. It's really tough on this old woman."
In ancient times, buying and selling slaves was common, but Luo Yanxin had a modern soul. Listening to the matchmaker's endless chatter, she was a little scared and tugged at Zhu Yun's sleeve.
One blade of grass is annoying enough, but another one comes along.
Zhu Yun was equally annoyed. He weighed the axe in his hand, startling the matchmaker into a sudden halt. He said succinctly, "No need."
The matchmaker chuckled twice, clutched her bundle tightly, and ran off.
...
Jia Yufang has returned to the village, bringing a lot of things with her; they've piled up almost like a small mountain on the table in the courtyard.
The most eye-catching items were a pair of pink and white embroidered shoes and a pair of black and gold soap boots.
"Give it a try."
Luo Yan hurriedly put them on, and they fit perfectly. She then turned to look at Zhu Yun, whose feet also fit well.
Seeing their satisfaction, Jia Yufang felt sweeter than if she had eaten honey, and joked, "It seems that although I am old, my eyesight is still sharp."
"Grandma isn't old at all." Not wanting to get her new shoes dirty, she lifted her legs high. "Do they look good? Do they look good?"
Zhu Yun glanced at the similar flying crane embroidery pattern and smiled, "Beautiful."
Luo Yan knelt down and rummaged through the other packages, her voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Grandmother, you only buy things for us."
“Everyone gets a share.” Jia Yufang took out the cloth. “I can make shoes myself, but they’re not fashionable. They might make you look a bit immature.”
She reluctantly accepted this explanation, but then she saw her grandmother looking conflicted. After a moment of deliberation, she said, "Sister Yan, that person asked me to pass on a message."
That one?
Long Aotian, huh!
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