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The two of them chose a medium-sized vehicle, which could seat two in the driver's seat and had a canopy, allowing for six or seven people in total. However, a donkey is not a cow; with the driver included, six people would be enough for the journey. They spent twenty-one taels on the donkey and cart, mainly because the wheels were expensive—something that ordinary carpenters couldn't make, especially since they used iron.
Today was also the day for Yu Chunmiao's follow-up appointment. A few days had passed since the little celebration, and although there was still some pain, it was no longer unbearable. Sun Daifu repeated his usual advice: keep taking the medicine. After buying the medicine, they proceeded to shop for essentials—rice, flour, oil, meat, vegetables, eggs, and other necessities.
As Yu Chunmiao shopped, Qi Chong diligently noted down every expense, as he intended to keep accounts when they returned home. Observing him mumbling about items and prices, Yu Chunmiao lightly tapped his forehead and teased, "Silly boy, can you remember all that?"
Eager to prove himself, Qi Chong replied quickly, "Thirteen taels for the donkey, eight for the cart, twenty-eight wen for lamp oil, ten jin of white flour at twelve to twenty wen each, and three jin of meat for forty-nine wen. Qing Niangzi, I'm not silly; I'm quite clever!"
Yu Chunmiao felt a black line forming on her forehead. How had this man become so childish? "You're the cleverest of all—cleverer than Wenquxing."
"What’s Wenquxing?" Qi Chong asked dismissively.
When buying rice, it was the same routine as always—one whole bag weighed one jin. Qi Chong paid for it and casually said to the shopkeeper, "Hey there! Could you help me load this onto the cart? My husband’s leg isn’t convenient."
The shopkeeper smiled brightly and called over a companion to help lift it. Qi Chong stepped forward confidently and effortlessly tucked the rice bag under his arm without needing a crutch. He looked as relaxed as ever.
The two shop assistants were stunned. Was this something a cripple could do? Even with two of them lifting it, it wouldn’t have been so easy!
Yu Chunmiao rolled her eyes. "Your leg is getting better; it's time for the peacock to spread its feathers."
"Husband," she praised enthusiastically, "you’re amazing! One person is worth two! You deserve all the compliments—truly!"
"Husband," she continued teasingly, "your strength surpasses even Lu Zhishen's! If you were to take an exam for status, I bet you'd be at the top in both civil and martial achievements!"
Qi Chong smirked slightly; he couldn't hide his satisfaction at her words.
However, in just a moment, his smile vanished, replaced by a hint of gloom.
"What's wrong? Didn't I praise you enough? You could rival Lu Zhishen; how much stronger can you get?" Yu Chunmiao asked, puzzled.
"Who is Lu Zhishen?" Qi Chong inquired.
He chuckled softly. It was clear that Qi Chong had no idea who Lu Zhishen was.
"Lu Zhishen is a monk known for his immense strength; he can uproot trees," Yu Chunmiao explained.
Qi Chong pondered for a moment. "So he's a monk. But how thick can the trees be?"
Yu Chunmiao recalled the content from the book but realized it never specified the thickness.
Wait a minute, if it did mention the thickness, would he actually go and try to pull up a tree?
"I don't know how thick; it's just a story from the book, not to be taken literally," she replied.
"Oh," Qi Chong said, falling silent afterward.
The two were preparing to head home when they heard a familiar voice calling out to Yu Chunmiao.
"Boss, I'm here to sell some rice."
She turned to see her good-for-nothing brother, Yu Chun. She had no desire to engage with him and turned her head away as Qi Chong started the donkey cart.
But Yu Chun spotted her and quickly approached the front of the cart, grabbing hold of Black Donkey's reins. "Yu Chunmiao, you're doing well these days! You look good and have gained some weight."
He glanced into the cart shed and saw it filled with fine grains and even meat.
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