Looking at An Yuan'er's fair skin and slender hands and feet, it's clear she doesn't do any work.
Since he insisted on coming along, Lan Jingtang was determined to teach him a lesson.
He looked at An Yuan'er and asked, "You said you'd be playing the role of Sanqi today?"
An Yuan'er nodded.
Lan Jingtang chuckled mockingly: "You said it yourself, don't regret it."
He took off the basket from his back and handed it to An Yuan'er.
“Sanqi is usually very capable; he handles all the work of cutting medicinal herbs all by himself.”
He raised an eyebrow at An Yuan'er, his meaning clear.
Lan Jingtang did it on purpose, but An Yuan'er was not so easy to defeat. She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and carried the large basket on her back.
The basket was already half full as they walked up the mountain. An Yuan'er was petite, and the basket, when carried on her back, was half her height.
She struggled to carry the basket on her back, the weight pressing down on her back.
An Yuan'er is unwilling to admit defeat. Lan Jingtang thinks she can back down because of this? He is underestimating her.
Although the walk was difficult and she had only taken a few steps and was covered in sweat, An Yuan'er did not utter a single complaint.
Lan Jingtang thought: Let's see how long this kid can hold out.
The basket was full of herbs. Even Sanqi, which he usually exercises regularly, was difficult to carry. Let alone this kid, he would be skinned alive.
He deliberately chose the wettest and slipperiest section of the path, pointed to the grass above, and said, "Go and pick that herb for me."
"The road is difficult to walk on," An Yuan'er asked. "What kind of grass is that?"
"Why ask so many questions? If you don't want to work, then don't come along."
An Yuan'er glared at Lan Jingtang defiantly, wondering why he was being so fierce.
But knowing she needed someone's help, An Yuan'er still struggled to get through it.
The moment her foot touched the mud, she sank in, her body swaying uncontrollably. An Yuan'er landed face and body covered in mud, becoming a mud doll.
Lan Jingtang burst into excessive laughter.
Lan Jingtang's laughter provoked An Yuan'er.
The more others thought she couldn't do it, the more determined she became. An Yuan'er casually wiped away some mud, undeterred, climbed out of the mud puddle, and went back to picking herbs.
This time, she took precautions in advance, taking smaller steps and trying to walk more steadily. Although her speed was much slower, she successfully picked the herbs.
An Yuan'er turned around, proudly waving the herbs in her hand, her eyes gesturing, "See? I still managed to pick them."
She put the herbs into her basket and returned the way she came.
As soon as they got back, Lan Jingtang grabbed her basket, picked out the herbs that An Yuan'er had just picked, and threw them far away on the ground.
An Yuan'er was furious at the hard-won herbs: "What are you doing? Even if you're not satisfied with me, you don't need to waste herbs. Didn't I say that you were picking herbs to pay off my debt? What did you mean by what you just did?"
Lan Jingtang casually turned around and said coldly, "I was just lying to you earlier. These are just ordinary herbs. Foolish boy, if you're not satisfied, then go down the mountain."
An Yuan'er finally understood: Lan Jingtang was trying every possible way to get rid of An Yuan'er!
An Yuan'er had never been mocked like this before. She would never tolerate being bullied in the past.
But this time, unless she works herself to death, there's no way she'll leave.
An Yuan'er, carrying a basket on her back, stubbornly followed behind Lan Jingtang.
Lan Jingtang couldn't shake off the little tail behind him no matter what he did. The boy was exhausted from being bothered by him and had to pant after taking only a few steps, but even so, he still wouldn't leave.
Even after the two reached the mountaintop, Lan Jingtang still hadn't shaken off the man.
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