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On the ox cart, everyone fell silent. It wasn't that they didn't want to speak; they were just a bit intimidated by Qi Chong, who was idly playing with a stone in his hand.
Chen Ruolan and Qi Chong had Yu Chunmiao sandwiched between them. She rested her chin on her hand, pondering ways to make money.
Recently, the mushrooms in the mountains had become increasingly scarce; it had taken them half a month to dry less than five pounds. Although Qi Chong had stopped taking medicine, the family still needed to make ends meet. Relying solely on Qi Yuan's carpentry work, the family of six was struggling to get by. She didn't want to eat brown rice and wild vegetables any longer.
She wanted a bathroom, a bathtub. She imagined converting the toilet into a flush system and building a septic tank outside the yard. This way, it wouldn't smell bad, and Chen Ruolan could use it for fertilizer more conveniently.
Lost in thought, she suddenly dozed off, nearly tumbling out of the cart. Fortunately, Qi Chong had been keeping an eye on her and quickly caught her.
Chen Ruolan asked with concern, "Yu Chunmiao, why are you so sleepy right now? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Yu Chunmiao shook her head innocently and replied, "No, I don't know why I've been feeling sleepy these past few days."
Could it be that she's pregnant? A middle-aged woman nearby finally seized the opportunity to speak.
Chen Ruolan hurriedly said, "That's not possible; she might just be tired lately."
The middle-aged woman glanced at Qi Chong, her gaze lingering on his injured leg as she said meaningfully, "Well, yes, with Qi Chong hurt, his wife must have a lot on her plate."
Chen Ruolan suddenly realized something but knew that the more she explained, the more complicated it would become, so she decided to remain silent.
Qi Chong shot a sidelong glance at the middle-aged woman as if he understood something. He turned his head away to hide his flushed face.
Only Yu Chunmiao remained oblivious, continuing to daydream about her money-making plans.
She couldn't make soap or candles; she didn't know how to embroider or any of the other means by which heroines in farming novels earned money. She absentmindedly plucked a tuft of foxtail grass from the roadside and twisted it in her hands.
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Why did she have to experience such things after crossing over? Old Tian Ye was stingy with even a golden finger.
Noticing her increasingly gloomy expression—what had started as daydreaming now had her brows nearly knitted together—Qi Chong couldn't help but chuckle softly at how cute she looked even when unhappy.
Yu Chunmiao turned to look at him, and he pretended to wipe sweat from his brow to cover up his smile.
When they arrived at Yu's Bone Setting clinic, Doctor Yu was busy in an adjacent room.
From the partition came the scolding of Doctor Yu: "You can't even wipe your sweat properly! My eyes are almost blinded by you! What does it matter if you're studying medicine? You're worse than a village girl!"
Beside him, an apprentice recalled vividly how one person could crack bones without a sound, while another showed no fear of terrifying wounds and even helped Doctor Yu wipe his sweat.
He approached the three with a cheerful smile, saying, "Please wait a moment; Doctor Yu will be out shortly." Ever since Lady Qi's last visit, Doctor Yu had taken on an apprentice to help with wiping sweat. The new apprentice couldn't stand the sight of wounds, and as expected, he was scolded again.
Yu Chunmiao remarked, "I really excel at everything except making money."
With a chuckle, Yu Chunmiao added, "As for wounds, you get used to them after a while. It's also a training experience for this apprentice. If he can't get through this hurdle, how will he treat patients?"
The apprentice excitedly said, "Lady Qi said the same thing as Doctor Yu! No wonder Doctor Yu always talks about you. Whenever we make a mistake, he says if it were Lady Qi, she would never allow it."
Feeling flattered by the praise, Yu Chunmiao shyly replied, "Oh! It's not that exaggerated."
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