Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 477 Introduction

Yuan Qing smiled and said, "I'm not going to eat it. I just think this green plum is round and cute. I want to take it back and put it on my desk as a decoration."

Aunt Chen's eyes fell on the green plum in his hand. As the sunlight flowed, the dense hairs on the skin of the green plum became clearer, as if it was wrapped in a layer of frosty gauze.

She didn't see the cuteness at all, but the fine layer of hair made her throat itch.

She shook her head. "You scholars have weird ideas."

As she was talking, she saw Song Ying walking towards her from the other end of the alley, carrying a medicine box on his back. She said, "The person you're waiting for is back."

Yuan Qing turned around and saw Song Ying. He was delighted at first, but then he realized what Aunt Chen said. His ears suddenly felt hot. "No, I'm not..."

Before he could finish, Aunt Chen interrupted with a smile, "You have been selecting candied fruits from me for the whole morning. I have asked you about every kind. If you stay any longer, I will ask you for my secret recipe."

Yuan Qing's ears turned even redder, and he really couldn't explain himself, so he took the candied fruit he had bought and almost ran away.

He thought he had covered it up perfectly, but he didn't expect that Aunt Chen had already seen through his purpose.

Meeting Yuan Qing here at this time, Song Ying was naturally surprised: "Hey, why are you here?"

The green plum turned in a circle in his palm, and Yuan Qing calmly replied, "I'm here to buy candied fruit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a teasing gaze falling on him from behind. Without a doubt, it was Aunt Chen.

Yuan Qing's composure was somewhat broken. He pretended to be ignorant and said in a casual tone, "I heard that you didn't go home yesterday."

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that he didn't wait for her by the lake in the morning, and was worried that something had happened, so he came here to wait for her.

Her heart warmed, "Yan Xing's sister had a difficult delivery, so we went to her sister's house. It was too late after we were done, so we stayed there."

"So that's how it is." Yuan Qing was relieved. He didn't wait for her by the lake in the morning. Only Tangtang came. He was worried, but it was not easy for him to go to Song Ergu's house to ask, so he could only wait here.

Song Ying looked at Yuan Qing opposite her, and all the negative emotions in the morning disappeared. She didn't expect that just because she was delayed and didn't go, Yuan Qing would come to her.

It feels so good to be remembered by others.

Although this is a small alley, it is also a busy street. After the 'greetings', the two didn't know what to say next for a moment. They just looked at each other, shyly looking at each other, but reluctant to leave.

A light breeze blew by, and the icing sugar on the oil paper packages of the candied fruits fell down, like a light sweet snow.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a moment had passed. Finally, Yuan Qing spoke first: "Then I'll go first?"

Song Ying nodded, thought for a moment, and added politely, "Goodbye."

Yuan Qing smiled, turned and left.

He took a few steps, then quickly turned back and opened the oil paper package, "Your favorite candied oranges, try it."

Really, this is such a good topic, but I didn’t think of it just now.

After hesitating for a while, the two finally parted reluctantly.

"Junior sister!"

Because they were not far from the clinic, Song Ying was already feeling guilty, worried that his uncle and fellow apprentices would see this scene. He was frightened when Lin Wenxuan called him like that as soon as he entered the door.

She touched her heart: "Why are you so loud?"

"Do I speak too loudly?" Lin Wenxuan was suspicious. "It's just the sound of my normal speaking voice. Do I usually speak too loudly?"

Song Ying coughed twice and quickly changed the subject, "It's almost noon, Brother, have you ordered dinner?"

Lin Wenxuan thought of the important matter and stopped worrying about the volume of his voice. "Oh, by the way, you should go to the county government office right away. Not long after you left yesterday, the county magistrate's wife sent someone to invite you."

"Yesterday? Didn't you go to see patients when I wasn't here?" Song Ying was puzzled.

"It's not a consultation. She wants to see you about something important."

"Important matter?" Song Ying became more and more confused. Although she had treated the magistrate's wife many times, they did not have a relationship other than treating patients. She really could not imagine what important matter the magistrate's wife would come to her for.

Lin Wenxuan nodded. "The person they sent said it was an important matter, and very important, and asked you to go there after you come back."

Song Ying glanced at the clinic and saw that there were not many patients waiting inside, so he said, "Then I'll put the medicine box down and go over."

Two quarters of an hour later, Song Ying rushed to the county government office and met the magistrate's wife, Mrs. Chen. Although her complexion was not very good, it was not very bad either.

The magistrate's wife asked the maid to serve her tea. After a few simple greetings, she got down to business: "It's like this, I just got an orchid and I want to find someone to take care of it, but it's hard to find an experienced gardener for the time being.

I'm thinking about finding someone who is meticulous and knows how to grow crops and vegetables to take care of it temporarily. You know a lot of villagers, so please introduce me to a suitable person."

"Will this work? I heard that orchids are very delicate." Song Ying had never grown flowers, but Doctor Lin and Lady Shun'an and other owners of the Shen Mansion would occasionally talk about some elegant matters, and those few words all revealed that orchids were difficult to grow.

"It's just temporary care. I also hired a professional gardener, but she is alone and sometimes can't take care of it, so someone needs to help."

"One person is responsible for a pot of flowers, and still can't take care of it all?" Song Ying was shocked. He didn't expect orchids to be so delicate!

Mrs. Chen coughed lightly and said, "This orchid of mine is a precious one I found in Suzhou and Hangzhou. It is more delicate than ordinary orchids."

Song Ying thought to herself that the elder had seen this, and after thinking for a while, she said, "There is a woman named Chunrui in the Shen Mansion who is in charge of flowers. She takes very bad care of the flowers and plants in the garden."

"Well, how can I confront the county lord? I'd better find someone else."

Song Ying was in a dilemma: "But the people in our village are only good at growing crops and vegetables. No one has ever grown flowers. Even if we do, we just dig up gardenias from the mountains and plant them in the yard. Whether they survive or not depends on luck."

Compared to flowers, there are quite a lot of families planting trees in the village. The fruits of the trees are edible, and the particularly good ones can be taken to the city to sell. Flowers are different, which can only be looked at but not eaten. Villagers will dislike them if they grow on the edge of the fields because they compete with food for nutrients.

"It's OK if you can read. The seller gave me a care guide when I bought it."

Song Ying suddenly realized and immediately thought of Xiaoxiang, Meiyue and others. It would be a very good job if it was just short-term care.

"Almost all the boys and girls of my generation in our village can read. If you want to be careful, I have a friend who is very suitable. She is very meticulous and attentive in her work..."

Mrs. Chen was stunned for a moment, then interrupted, "Do all the children in your village know how to read?"

"The harvests have been good in recent years, and the community school is in the next village. All the families in the village who are well off send their boys to the school to learn some words. As for the girls," Song Ying touched the tip of his nose, "after my brother and I learned to read, we taught other girls in the village."