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He specifically went to the butcher shop to buy a large pig leg, wanting to treat the family's great contributor, Qi Rong, to something delicious.
Upon returning home and unloading everything, Qi Yuan was responsible for the Ox Cart. Wang Butcher took over the Ox Cart and said that Yang Aunt had already paid for half a month's worth of use, so it couldn't be lent out for the next half month. Qi Yuan knew that someone would come to pick up the goods later, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
When he mentioned this to his family, Yu Chunmiao laughed uncontrollably, unable to stop. Twenty coins a day for fifteen days—that's quite a sum! Almost half a tael of silver; she really was generous. Qi Chong snorted coldly, knowing that such self-serving actions would only bring trouble; they deserved it.
The other family members looked confused. Qi Zheng, who wasn't very talkative, had Yu Chunmiao explain it all again. Chen Ruolan's face looked quite grim as Qi Zheng squeezed her shoulder and said, "Let's live well; Father will see it." He understood Father Qi's feelings all too well; otherwise, Qi Qin wouldn't have been so troubled.
Days passed by, and Lu Ziyan's cart came to transport goods. From the initial eight basins, it grew to ten, then twelve, and finally sixteen basins. The family was busy as bees; this was already their maximum output.
The cart made daily trips to the Qi Family, and word spread throughout the village. Curious onlookers peeked at the cart's route, but the cart shed was tightly sealed; nothing could be seen—only a faint aroma of celestial herbs wafted through the air. Given that Qi Rong carried celestial herbs back every day, everyone speculated that this was related to them.
Celestial herbs could be found everywhere—by mountain streams, in dry sandy areas, and among grass patches. They weren't valuable at all; one wondered who the fool was who kept hauling them back by the cartload.
Thanks to Qi Yuan's relentless efforts, the family's bathhouse was finally completed. Upon learning that he intended to make a bathtub, Yu Chunmiao drew up a design for him.
When Qi Yuan received the blueprint, he looked puzzled. "Sister-in-law, this long and shallow design—will one even be submerged while sitting? And what's with that hole at the end?"
"Come here!" Yu Chunmiao cleared her throat and stood with her hands behind her back like a teacher. "This is called a bathtub; it's shallow with little water. When you get in, you don't sit—you lie down."
"Just think about it: after a long day of woodworking with sore muscles, you lie back in there—ahh, what a heavenly experience!"
"The hole is for a plug; when you fill it with water, you plug it up. When you want to drain it, just pull out the plug and let the water flow out on its own."
Qi Yuan suddenly understood and marveled at how convenient this bathtub was. Now Qi Rong could pour water himself; when washing up, dirty water would flow away automatically—so clean!
Qi Chong was grinding rice flour nearby but found himself imagining Yu Chunmiao lounging comfortably in the bathtub. As he thought further down that path, Yu Chunmiao walked over and said, "Just like your elder brother—lying in the bathtub with his injured leg stretched out; how wonderful!"
Qi Chong looked up at him, wondering if Yu Chunmiao designed this bathtub specifically for him. At the moment, it was indeed inconvenient for him to use such a large and deep bath tub.
Qi Yuan immediately got to work, following Qi Chong's instructions to make two pairs of pants—one for the women at home and one for the men.
That morning, while doing laundry, Chen Ruolan noticed that Qi Chong's and Yu Chunmiao's undergarments were quite different. Yu Chunmiao's had an extra piece of fabric sewn into the crotch area, clearly intended to protect sensitive parts, something she recognized immediately as a woman.
When she saw Qi Chong's, even as Qi Qin's daughter, her face turned red. What was that hole about? Most people would hide such things; why was he exposing it?
Feeling embarrassed, she didn't dare hang the pants out in the yard; instead, she hung his clothes in the back courtyard.
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