Lin Zhiyue was completely immersed in the exploration of the mountains and forests. The forests were still a little cool in the early morning, and the mist was lingering in the woods like a veil.
She walked hurriedly, moving between the dense grass and scattered trees, her sharp eyes searching every corner for traces of herbs.
In her backpack, she had placed several freshly harvested herbal samples, including Bupleurum chinense with slender leaves, its pale green stems swaying gently in the breeze;
There is also the Atractylodes lancea, which exudes a unique fragrance, and the serrated patterns on the edges of its leaves are clearly visible.
Every time he found a valuable herb, Lin Zhiyue would squat down and carefully observe its growth status, silently muttering the characteristics and effects of the herb, while in his mind he kept thinking about how to transform these herbal resources into wealth for the villagers, how to plan the herb collection route, and how to establish a stable cooperative relationship with the town's herbal shops.
She was full of longing for the future, but she had no idea that on the other side of the village, a conspiracy against her was quietly unfolding.
In the village, the widow was looking in the direction of Lin Zhiyue's house with jealousy.
During this period, Lin Zhiyue's life has undergone earth-shaking changes.
A brand new 28-inch bicycle was leaning against the wall of the yard, sparkling with metallic luster under the sunlight. It was bought by Lin Zhiyue from the town. Every time she rode the bicycle through the village, she attracted the attention of the villagers.
Walking into Lin Zhiyue's home, the house is filled with a wide variety of daily necessities purchased from the supply and marketing cooperative. Candies and biscuits are neatly placed in the cupboard, exuding an enticing sweet aroma. The brand new sheets and quilt covers add a lot of warmth to the house.
These changes were like thorns piercing the widow's heart.
The widow was narrow-minded to begin with, and she couldn't stand seeing others living better than herself. Now, seeing Lin Zhiyue's life getting better and better, the fire of jealousy in her heart burned like a bucket of oil.
What made the widow even more evil was that she heard that the village scoundrels had set their sights on Lin Zhiyue.
Those second-rate guys usually do nothing and act tyrannically in the village. Now they are eyeing Lin Zhiyue covetously, which makes the widow feel that there is an opportunity to take advantage of.
Her eyes rolled around, and a selfish and narrow-minded plan formed in her mind, trying to take advantage of this chaotic situation to gain benefits for her good-for-nothing nephew.
She thought, if she could allow her nephew to marry Lin Zhiyue, wouldn't Lin Zhiyue's property naturally fall into her hands?
The widow couldn't wait a moment and hurried to Liu the matchmaker's house.
At this time, Matchmaker Liu was concentrating on picking vegetables in her yard. The bamboo basket in front of her was full of fresh vegetables. There were still drops of morning dew hanging on the vegetables, sparkling with crystal light under the sunlight.
When Matchmaker Liu heard the sound of the yard door being hurriedly pushed open, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly. She looked up and saw the widow rushing in in a hurry.
Matchmaker Liu stopped picking vegetables and asked in confusion, "Aunt, why do you have time to come to my place today? You look so anxious, is there something urgent?"
The widow's face was full of smiles, but there was a hint of cunning hidden in that smile. She sat down on the small stool next to Liu the matchmaker, leaned forward and said, "Matchmaker, I came here today to ask you for help with something very important."
A hint of curiosity flashed across Matchmaker Liu's eyes. She continued to pick vegetables and said, "Oh? What's the good news? Tell me quickly."
The widow cleared her throat, deliberately lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "I want you to be the matchmaker between my nephew and Lin Zhiyue."
When Matchmaker Liu heard this, the vegetables she was about to pick fell to the ground. She was surprised, her eyes widened, and she looked at the widow in disbelief and said, "Lin Zhiyue? Are you sure? We can't make a fuss about this. I know Lin Zhiyue a little bit. She is independent and has her own ideas. We can't just decide this matter casually."
The widow nodded vigorously, a sly look flashed in her eyes, and she said confidently, "Of course, my nephew and Lin Zhiyue have been dating for a long time, but it has not been made public. They have been secretly dating for a long time. I was thinking about asking you, the matchmaker, to come forward and settle this matter so that the two children can be together openly."
Matchmaker Liu frowned. Although she had some doubts in her heart, she knew Lin Zhiyue very well and felt that this matter was strange.
But seeing the widow's confident look, and thinking of her friendship in the village, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, but we have to be careful about this matter. When do you think we should go to the Lin family to raise this matter?"
When the widow heard Liu the matchmaker's agreement, her smile became even brighter, almost reaching her ears, and she said quickly, "Let's go in a little while. Let's get it done while it's still hot. If we go too late, who knows what might go wrong."
Matchmaker Liu stood up, brushed off the food crumbs on her body, went into the house, tidied her clothes briefly, picked up the handkerchief she usually used for matchmaking, and walked towards Lin Zhiyue's house with the widow.
Along the way, the widow talked incessantly about her nephew's various advantages, saying that he was strong, hardworking, and a good hand at making a living. But Liu the Matchmaker just nodded in agreement from time to time. The vague uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger. She always felt that this matter was not that simple, but she couldn't explain why.
Matchmaker Liu and the widow walked hurriedly towards Lin Zhiyue's house. Along the way, the dust on the country road was raised by their footsteps.
The widow continued to praise her nephew, as if he was a rare good boy in the world, while Liu the matchmaker was worried, and the worry on her face became more and more obvious. Not long after, they arrived outside the small courtyard of Lin Zhiyue's house.
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