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It seemed that there was indeed some truth to it. Why would he acknowledge it if he wasn't the one who planted it? It was all that Zhang Guihua's fault for constantly whispering in her ear, claiming that Qi Chong's Wife was spreading rumors. What kind of rumors could a simpleton like her possibly spread?
The three of them were discussing something outside the courtyard, and before long, they left.
"Arrow!" Qi Chong shouted.
The arrows were relics left by his father, and they were feathered arrows. After hunting for so long, he had never lost a single one, so he couldn't bear to see them taken away.
When the three figures disappeared from sight, Qi Chong felt a pang of regret until he saw two arrows thrown outside the courtyard. After all, having an arrow stuck in his head would be quite embarrassing, and having one lodged in his backside would be even worse.
Yu Chunmiao tiptoed to take a look and noticed the three heads moving away, so she picked up the arrows and made sure to close the courtyard gate properly.
With a starry-eyed expression, she gazed at Qi Chong, her eyes sparkling as she blinked rapidly: "You're amazing! Is this the legendary skill of hitting a target from a hundred paces? How did you learn it? Who did you learn from?"
Qi Chong felt as if she had struck a chord deep within him, like eight hundred strings being plucked forcefully, each vibrating with its own unique tone. His throat felt rough from the gravel, and his voice came out hoarse: "I started learning archery with my father when I was six. He was a Divine Archer in the army."
Yu Chunmiao suddenly realized that although this person she had once met was no longer around, his presence lingered in every corner of the Qi Family like air.
For five consecutive days, Qi Yuan and Qi Rong carried two baskets of Red Mushrooms and bamboo shoots back every day; even the mushroom nest was now devoid of any more mushrooms. After drying mushrooms for another three days, six pounds of Red Mushrooms could be dried down to one pound, while ten pounds of bamboo shoots could also be reduced to one pound when dried.
In the end, they weighed their haul: over three pounds of dried Red Mushrooms and more than five pounds of dried bamboo shoots. Qi Yuan sold them at the county and earned over six taels of silver. On the way back, besides buying rice, flour, oil, and lamps, he also brought back three bolts of fabric for Yu Chunmiao and bought her a pair of shoes.
One bolt was blue with floral patterns made of cotton; the other two were hemp cloth—one green and one yellow. This was what Qi Chong had instructed his younger brother to do; previously, all the money in the family had been earned by Yu Chunmiao. Letting her buy things wouldn’t reflect the Qi Family’s intentions. Now that they earned money from selling mushrooms, it was only right for his brothers to feel justified in buying things for her.
Qi Chong was sitting on the bed with a book in hand to pass the time when Yu Chunmiao rushed over with the fabric, joyfully wrapping herself in the cotton cloth and twirling around.
"It's so beautiful! I can't even patch my clothes anymore; my second brother has truly saved me!"
Qi Chong put down his book. "Aren't you free? You should stay home and make yourself some new clothes instead of wearing these rags."
Yu Chunmiao sat beside him and pretended to sulk, huffing: "Do you dislike me wearing torn clothes?"
Qi Chong felt as if his heart had been gently squeezed. He pulled her into his embrace and said softly: "How could I? You look good in anything."
Yu Chunmiao had been cooped up at home recently; after spending more than ten leisurely days there, she had gained some weight. Qi Chong noticed this and planned to let her take good care of herself.
Qi Yuan was focused on assembling the bed in the hall when Yu Chunmiao handed him a bowl of water.
"Sister-in-law, the bed frame is ready. It's six feet wide and over seven feet long. My brother asked me to check if it's enough; if not, I can add more."
Nearby, Qi Rong shouted, "Er Ge, make me a bed too! I want to sleep on a bed!"
Qi Yuan clicked his tongue. "You're not even married yet; why do you need a bed? When you finally get a wife, I'll make you one."
Qi Rong pouted, clearly displeased. "Making one for me isn't a big deal. You're so stingy."
Yu Chunmiao's mind was filled with thoughts of marriage; things were progressing quite quickly. "Aren't you in a hurry? Your brother's leg isn't healed yet."
Qi Yuan replied, "We're just preparing ahead of time; it’s not like it’s happening right away."
Blushing, Yu Chunmiao ran off. Was this family’s way of urging marriage really just about building beds? Couldn’t they be a bit more subtle?
When it rained, Qi Yuan worked on the bed at home, and when the sun shone, he went up the mountain to gather mushrooms. Once Yu Chunmiao finished making a set of clothes, she could no longer sit still.
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