When it was time to sleep that night, Ye Lingyu still moved her mattress back to Cheng Qingyan's room. She had to walk a long way the next day and needed to get a good night's sleep.
Cheng Qingyan was planning to do something funny that night, so it wasn't convenient for him to force Ye Lingyu to stay. The main reason was that Ye Lingyu probably didn't want to sleep with him anymore.
When she woke up in the morning, she discovered that she had crawled into Ye Lingyu's bed.
Ye Lingyu woke up earlier than she did; she might have even been woken up by her own noise...
I just hope Ye Lingyu won't get sick tonight, and I must buy two new mattresses tomorrow.
After confirming that there was no sound from Ye Lingyu's side, Cheng Qingyan flashed into her spatial dimension, opened her spatial backpack, and found that she hadn't finished eating the raspberries Ye Lingyu had given her last time.
While popping raspberries into his mouth, he rummaged through his clothes to see if he could find anything that looked ordinary.
I searched carefully but still couldn't find it. Will I have to go out wearing patches tomorrow?
The millet has already sprouted and is growing vigorously.
One-click watering and pest control. I'm not in a rush to use fertilizer; I want to see how much your freely growing millet yields.
The vegetables in the garden are lush and tender, growing in clumps.
While Ye Lingyu was sleeping, he took out the ten-year-old ginseng and picked the thirty-year-old ginseng from the space.
That way, they could make more money to buy bedding, clothes, pots and pans, and all sorts of other things. If they weren't afraid of dying, they could just sell thousand-year-old ginseng; they might become rich overnight.
But she didn't want to die right now; bringing out something too conspicuous might increase the danger for her and Ye Lingyu.
Ultimately, just to be on the safe side, only three ginseng roots that were thirty years old were exchanged, while the rest remained the same ten-year-old roots.
The next morning, before dawn, Ye Lingyu woke Cheng Qingyan up.
"I can't sleep anymore, I have to get going, otherwise I might not be able to make it back tonight."
Cheng Qingyan was still half asleep, but thinking that she would be able to go to town today, she rubbed her face to make herself feel better.
After getting dressed, I followed Ye Lingyu out the door. Ye Lingyu hadn't cooked breakfast this morning.
It was still dark when Cheng Qingyan followed closely behind Ye Lingyu.
After leaving the village, I encountered several villagers on the way out.
When they saw that it was Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu, they only greeted Ye Lingyu and pretended that she didn't exist.
Fortunately, she didn't know those people and didn't want to talk to them.
It took at least half an hour to walk from the village to the place where we could catch a glimpse of someone pulling a cart with a cow tied to it.
An oxcart is good; it's better than walking.
When they arrived at the oxcart, there were already several people sitting inside.
The old man pulling the cart asked them, "How many people are in your group? You can fit three more, then we'll leave once it's full."
An older woman from the same village went up and gave him two coins.
Ye Lingyu also handed over two coins: "One person, she can sit."
Cheng Qingyan flicked his sleeves, took out an egg, and handed it to the old man: "Grandpa, I really have no money left. Here's an egg for you. Could you let my wife sit down too?"
Some people mocked her: "Why would you take an oxcart if you don't have money? Eggs are so hard to carry."
"That's right, that's right."
The burly men in the village laughed at her, saying, "Cheng San, if you can't handle it, just get off and let your wife ride in the oxcart, and you run after her, hahaha!"
Some of them paid and got on the bus, while others were just planning to walk to town, but without exception, they all mocked her for trading eggs for a seat.
The old man waved his hand, "No, no, I have nowhere to put an egg. If it gets cracked, I'll lose out."
Cheng Qingyan thought about it and agreed. He quickly said to the old man, "Sir, how about this? I'll trade you an apple. Apples don't spoil easily, do they?"
The old man looked at the apple in Cheng Qingyan's hand and asked hesitantly, "Really? You can't go back on your word!"
"I won't go back on my word, but you have to return my wife's two coins. There's also an apple in my wife's basket, I'll give it all to you, how about that?"
The old man nodded happily: "Sure, sure, young lady, get in the car."
The apples Cheng Qingyan gave out were big and red, and they looked delicious.
There was a child on the same bus who saw the apple that Cheng Qingyan handed out and started bothering his grandmother, saying that he wanted to eat an apple too.
"Grandma, Grandma, I want to eat an apple too."
The old lady patted his head: "The money for the apples was used for the bus fare. If you take the bus, you won't be able to eat the apples. Choose one yourself, and once you've chosen, you can't make a fuss anymore. You're a little man, and you're a man too. You can't go back on your word."
The oxcart creaked and groaned as it set off for town, packed with people.
The child probably knew the road to town was long, so he sat quietly next to the old woman and didn't say anything more willful.
This left a good impression on Cheng Qingyan, and she couldn't help but think of those reports about mindlessly spoiling children.
Indeed, children's education must begin from a young age.
Ye Lingyu sat next to Cheng Qingyan without saying a word the entire time.
She checked her basket before leaving. Besides straw and ginseng, she saw nothing else. The ginseng was different sizes, and there was no way there would be any apples in the basket.
In the morning, she noticed that Cheng Qingyan hadn't gone towards the rice bin at all, and the eggs had fallen from the sky.
I can't help but wonder, is Cheng Qingyan a human or a ghost?
If you say she's a ghost, she has body temperature and a shadow. If you say she's human, she always does things that are hard for normal people to understand.
She knows how long she's lived in this house, and when something might fall from the sky into this house.
She had read tales of the strange and supernatural before; could Cheng Qingyan be a monster?
Yes, it must be a monster!
Cheng Qingyan nudged Ye Lingyu's arm: "How are you feeling?"
Ye Lingyu snapped out of her daze, shuddered, and felt a little scared.
But judging from Cheng Qingyan's voice and his actions these past few days, if he really wanted to harm her, she would have been dead long ago.
Taking a deep breath to calm her wildly beating heart, she asked, "What's wrong?"
A little embarrassed, Cheng Qingyan leaned forward and whispered, "My butt hurts a bit..."
This is just the beginning. Even if we take an oxcart, it will still take one and a half to two hours to get to the town.
The road wasn't very good, so bumps were inevitable, and cars of this era didn't have shock absorbers. You just had to bear the bumps yourself, or prepare some straw beforehand to cushion them.
But it was Cheng Qingyan's first time riding in such an oxcart, and she had no idea it would be so bumpy; she was completely unprepared.
Ye Lingyu moved the grass under her buttocks a little, thought for a moment, and then took the grass out of the basket as well.
"Bear with it for now. If we see some dry grass by the roadside later, we'll get out of the car and bring some up."
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