Xiao Nanhui helped Li Yuanyuan move the plum tree to a hillside in front of the valley.
It was a small hill on the southern slope of Taozhi Mountain, facing the wind and the sun. The pit was dug in a pile of sand and gravel, with a few crooked little pines next to it, facing the mountain gate into the valley.
It is best to transplant plum trees in late autumn and early winter, but Li Yuanyuan's tree is already half dead, so Xiao Nanhui feels it is time to give it a try.
At first, the other party thought that the place she chose was not good. The land was half sand and half rock, and it faced the wind. They were afraid that the north wind would blow in from here in winter.
But she told Li Yuanyuan: plum trees are not afraid of poor soil and cold winds, but they are afraid of waterlogging and being stuffy and closed. Only plum trees that can survive the cold winter can bloom.
Li Yuanyuan believed that this was Su Pingchuan's ignorant and perverse logic that he had instilled in her, but in the end she still agreed to the new location of the tree and only left the sword in its old place.
"It's a good omen when peach blossoms stop blooming," she consoled him.
They said that when it snowed next year, we would know whether the plum tree had survived. But Li Yuanyuan just carried her hoe and walked down the hillside without saying a word. When she followed him and stepped onto the muddy path back to the valley, she realized that the sun had already set.
The light of the setting sun was warm and soft, and everything in the valley was golden and furry. Luo He and Ding Weixiang were busy at the earthen stove in front of the stone house. Steam from the stove rose up and gathered in front of the mossy stone steps.
Li Yuanyuan just took a glance and snorted coldly.
"Unworthy of reuse."
Xiao Nanhui was silent as a cicada and dared not say a word.
She didn't know much about Luo He, but as for Ding Weixiang, he had been traveling with his master for years, so his skill as a stutterer must be decent, right? However, looking at his current posture, he didn't catch the old woman's eye.
"Why? Do you think I'm taking advantage of my age and bullying the young?"
Xiao Nanhui shook his head subconsciously, and then nodded involuntarily. The other party was not annoyed and said it as a matter of course.
"I'm not taking advantage of my age. If you had known me a few decades earlier, you would know that I also bullied the seniors like this when I was young."
She did believe this, but Ding Weixiang was not an ordinary junior after all.
"Lieutenant Ding is from An Daoyuan after all. If the senior hadn't insisted on him feeding the chickens, he would have preferred to get stabbed a few times rather than do such a thing."
Li Yuanyuan skillfully closed the wooden door of the chicken coop and counted the hens that returned to the coop.
"What kind of thing is this? That old bastard Xie Li is always good at those tricks to gain fame and reputation. Are the swordsmen of our An Daoyuan nobler than feeding chickens? No matter how heroic or skilled they are, in the end, don't they still have to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep?"
Xiao Nanhui responded with a dry laugh, but then he thought again that what the other person said made sense, but it made him feel a little embarrassed.
She quietly stacked the firewood on her back one by one. When she turned around to help at the stove, she was stopped by Li Yuanyuan.
"What are you doing?"
Thinking of Ding Weixiang's fate, she quickly expressed her position.
"Didn't the senior say that this place doesn't support idle people? I'll go and help..."
"No hurry." The grumpy old woman chuckled and waved her to come closer. "You helped me, so I allow you to make a condition."
"Help?" Xiao Nanhui asked slowly, somewhat confused, "What help?"
"That tree, of course!"
Li Yuanyuan raised his eyebrows. He was obviously just scolding, but he looked as if he was very angry.
Ding Weixiang, who was not far away, raised his eyelids and glanced at her from behind the stove. Xiao Nanhui shrank her neck in embarrassment, and suddenly felt that he was a bit like a sinister villain who gave gifts and used connections to flatter someone in private, but was caught on the spot by his colleagues.
This is such a huge injustice.
At first, she had no purpose in mind. She just thought the other party's story sounded sad. As the former master of Pingxian, she also had an inexplicable fate with the late Mei Ruogu. Now that she met her old friend, if she could help ease some of the pain, it would be considered as a gesture of gratitude as a fellow warrior.
But only now did she realize that the other party regarded the half-dead tree as much more important than she had imagined.
After a moment of silence, she spoke cautiously.
"It's hard to say whether the tree is dead or alive. Senior, should we keep a closer eye on it for a while..."
Li Yuanyuan obviously didn't want to hear this.
"You'd better pray it lives. If it dies, I'll definitely come after you. You can't deny it anyway, so why not make an offer now so you don't end up accusing me of taking advantage of you later."
What kind of logic is this, where helping someone turns into a debt? Yao Yi is right, people who meddle in other people's affairs tend to die early.
She felt bitter in her heart and didn't know what to say. She couldn't be so shameless as to make some requests, so she could only hum.
"I don't really have any wishes..."
The other party seemed determined not to let her finish her words and suddenly asked.
"Have you ever learned swordsmanship before?"
Xiao Nanhui was stunned. She didn't expect that the conversation would develop in a direction she had never imagined.
Those who come from the military camp are not like the warriors in the martial arts world who value precision over breadth. They need to know how to kill the enemy with just one thing. So they cannot be proficient in all eighteen weapons, but they can use some of them more or less.
But when it came to her telling the senior from Zhejian Sect that she had learned sword, she really found it hard to say it out loud.
"I know a thing or two."
The old woman said nothing, threw an iron sword, and casually pulled out a piece of firewood of similar thickness and length, then signaled her to attack.
Xiao Nanhui was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, remembering that Su Pingchuan had just thrown a branch to her and wanted to learn from her. It was truly a true inheritance of Su Pingchuan.
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