Chapter 180 - 143 Really Not Her Fault_3
In her previous life, she had only eaten two kinds of lotus roots, the red and white varieties, and only these two existed; the golden lotus root had not yet appeared.
In the Ji’an region, not many families cultivated lotus roots, and most grew red lotus roots, which were starchy and soft, suitable for stewing in soup. Last year, the dish of honey-glazed glutinous rice-stuffed lotus root that they served to Uncle Liang was made with red lotus roots, though the dish would be more suitable with the crisp and sweet white ones.
She had never tasted the golden lotus root, but imagined that this variety would be better suited for stir-frying, making desserts, or even eating raw as a fruit.
After planting the lotus roots and filling the lake with water, they also stocked some fish fry; with this, the family’s major task came to a close. Afterwards, Qian Xiaofeng no longer went up the mountains to gather firewood but mainly tended to the lotus roots and fish in the lake.
Firewood was delivered by Hua Dianzi’s eldest son, Hua Qiang. Resembling Madam Hua, though only thirteen years old, he was tall and sturdy, towering over his father by more than just a head. His temperament also took after his mother: he was willing to work hard, endure hardships, and was quiet and reserved.
Perhaps aware of his father’s erratic behavior and the village folks’ mockery, he learned to do any kind of work from a young age. When he heard the Qian family’s third wife wanted to buy firewood, he knew to offer his services proactively.
Although the Qians all despised Hua Dianzi, they genuinely liked this honest boy and agreed to let him deliver four bundles of firewood every two days.
Qian Yixiu waited eagerly, but for some reason, she never saw Shopkeeper Cui. Sitting in her small room, her heart felt as uncomfortable as if it were being clawed by a cat. Later, she heard from Huang Tie that Shopkeeper Cui had urgent business and had gone to the Capital City a few days ago.
Perhaps he couldn’t make a decision and had to report back to his master. Qian Yixiu had no choice but to wait patiently.
The continuous spring rain that lasted for three days and nights finally stopped, and the gentle morning breeze mixed with the scent of flowers wafted through the small window, awakening Qian Yixiu from her dreams. She opened her eyes to see that her little mother and little brother were no longer in bed, so she sat up.
For the past half month, she had almost always slept until the sun was high in the sky, then would use someone else’s feet to go to the main hall for meals, and afterward stroll in the courtyard to enjoy the scenery.