Chapter 52: You know this too?
The villagers who were working naturally felt Xiao Ji's gaze, but they just thought he was supervising them, and they worked harder. After all, the government's tax revenue had increased these days, and suddenly having such an income was really an unexpected surprise.
Xiao Ji thought that he couldn't leave here for a while, so even if he didn't want to think about anything else, he had to learn to do these chores. It would be bad to trouble the women in the family for everything in the future.
Children are always braver than adults, and soon they gained courage and started shouting.
"Mother said we should make a bunch of dandelions and take them home to eat with porridge in the evening."
"Purslane too, save it for making dried vegetables!"
"Hey, that's cocklebur, don't touch it, Gou Danwa!"
As they were talking, Xiao Ji sighed and took notes quickly. The edible ones were fine, but he was worried about the poisonous ones, lest his wife accidentally touch them.
Just as he was concentrating on his work, the dark-skinned young man from the morning suddenly walked towards him. He stopped a few steps in front of him, lowered his head and said, "Excuse me, are those baggy pants on the tree over there yours? I seemed to see you holding them this morning..."
Azhu's voice was not loud. The closer he got to Xiao Ji, the more inferior he felt.
Xiao Ji, who was in the wheelchair, froze and forgot about the matter. He could only pretend to be calm and said, "It's mine. What's the matter?"
"Please put it away for a moment. I want to cut down that sapling."
"no!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ji spoke out without thinking, and his tone was quite aggressive, which made Zhao Tong and Azhu stunned.
Xiao Ji later realized that his reaction was too extreme, but it was a sycamore tree, how could he just chop it down casually? However, he didn't need to explain to others, so he just told Zhao Tong, "Push me over."
A Zhu was at a loss, but he finally followed. As soon as he stopped, he saw the boy in the wheelchair reaching out to him, "Axe." He paused and handed the axe over.
Xiao Ji took the axe and rolled over the gravel in his wheelchair. He looked up at the small sycamore tree that was as tall as a person, and neatly cut off all the branches that he could reach. The sharp axe blade cut through the branches, and he seemed to smell a fragrance among the bitter taste of the sycamore tree sap.
It was the smell he smelled when she bent over to check on his injuries that day that almost drove him unconscious...
However, in the next moment, Xiao Ji thought of the fragrance beside his pillow last night, which seemed similar to that fragrance. Thinking of the similarities between the two sisters again, the hand holding the axe trembled and almost hurt the trunk.
The scattered sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows on Xiao Ji's pale face. Azhu opened his mouth, but ultimately did not dare to ask why this noble young man was so concerned about a wild tree.
Only Zhao Tong's eyes turned, a smile appeared on his lips, and he hurriedly ordered: "Quickly remove the floor tiles around this sycamore tree, and this tree will stay here."
At the same time, Qingwu stopped the village head who was working and asked gently, "Excuse me, are there any stonemasons in the village? As you can see, my husband broke his leg a while ago. There are many steps here. Could you help fill in some of them with stones and make the steps sloped?"
The village head rubbed his head and said, "Yes, there are, but as you know, the craftsmanship of our villagers is definitely not as good as the original ones. I don't think they can make a smooth stone surface, and we don't have that kind of stone here."
"That's okay. We can't live in that many houses. We can use some of the stones from the palaces in the back. They don't need to be too smooth, but a little rough is better, so you won't fall..."
This request was not high, and the village head agreed. Qingwu also asked the village head to help find some bricklayers to repair the roof and carpenters to make some furniture. Fortunately, the windows of the palace were all inlaid with glazed tiles, otherwise the window paper would have to be pasted again.
After everything was settled, Qingwu walked around to inspect and saw several people gathered in front of a small tree.
She took a closer look and happened to hear Xiao Ji instructing: "Tear down the floor tiles a little wider to leave enough space for it to grow."
The children who were removing the bricks said, "That's enough! Trees grow very slowly, big brother. This place is enough."
Qing Wu was taken aback, thinking that these little kids were really fearless. She didn't know what the person in front of them had been. She quickened her pace, fearing that Xiao Ji would scold them. However, Xiao Ji didn't comment on the name. He just looked at the tree and said, "It will grow very tall and big."
What kind of tree was this that made him so convinced? Qing Wu raised his eyes and took a closer look. His steps froze for a moment, and after a while, a slight smile rose uncontrollably on his lips.
With some small bubbles in her heart, she walked briskly to Xiao Ji's side, "snatched" Xiao Ji directly from Zhao Tong's hands, and called out sweetly: "Liu Lang, what are you doing?"
The voice was so sweet and soft that it gave goose bumps to everyone who heard it. The children looked at them while working, but Qingwu didn't care about their gazes at all. His eyes were all fixed on... the small sycamore tree.
Little did she know that the young man in front of her, sitting in a wheelchair with his back to her, had a very good-looking expression. His expression changed in an instant, as if he was ashamed and guilty. Finally, he forced himself to whisper, "This tree is named after you. It cannot be cut down."
Qingwu naturally knew what he meant, but when she heard him say it, her heart felt even happier, and the small bubbles turned into big bubbles, gurgling.
Now he no longer found Xiao Ji's wheelchair bulky and said attentively, "Liu Lang is really thoughtful. Then I will push Liu Lang to look at other places to see if there is anything that cannot be modified."
Without asking Xiao Ji's consent, she pushed the wheelchair away.
Zhao Tong was left behind, not knowing whether to follow or not. Finally, he stamped his feet and stayed where he was to direct the half-grown children to lay bricks. In the end, he was disgusted that they did not lay bricks well. The former chief steward of the East Palace actually rolled up his sleeves and did the rough work.
"Let's go take a look in the garden at the back. I haven't had a close look yet."
Although this palace is a temporary palace, it was built according to the style of a mansion. Although it only has three courtyards, each courtyard is twice as large as an ordinary mansion, and the garden at the end occupies half of the entire palace.
In the past, it should have been full of flowers, but after years of no one taking care of it, most of the weeds grew taller than the flowers and crowded onto the stone-paved path, fortunately leaving space for them to pass through.
In fact, Xiao Ji had already walked around most of the place this morning, but he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said nothing, letting Qingwu push him around.
The girl was obviously very happy and kept talking all the way.
"This kudzu vine is really weird. Why is it growing in the peony garden? The peonies are already in bud, but this kudzu vine is also a good thing. It can relieve fever, promote salivation and quench thirst..."
It's really difficult to see the two growing together. Which one should I pull out?
Qing Wu talked to herself with a worried look on her face, but Xiao Ji, who was sitting in a wheelchair, paused slightly. She even knew this wild...vine?
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