Chapter 515 Aunt Meng

Jiang Shuyue, Du Yutong and Zhan Shuzhen helped pick the petals until noon before returning to the courtyard.

"Sister Jiang, my arms are sore, can you help me with it?"

Back in the house, Zhan Shuzhen was lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, looking exhausted.

She was more active than Jiang Shuyue and Du Yutong, and had the most energy.

The two of them stood under the tree to pick the peaches, and she tucked her skirt around her waist and climbed up the peach tree.

The two aunts were worried that she would fall, and they couldn't persuade her.

She also asked Du Yutong to hand her a backpack to hang on the branches.

It's true, she picked the peaches really fast.

Seeing Zhan Shuzhen lying there groaning, everyone laughed.

"Sister Jiang, don't laugh, my arms and legs are sore, no wonder peach wine is so expensive, this first process is so difficult."

Jiang Shuyue walked over and pulled Zhan Shuzhen's arm and rubbed it.

"Making peach wine is not only difficult in terms of process, but also the short flowering period, which can easily lead to untimely picking. The best flowers are when they bloom on the first day. When they are about to wither, the quality of the wine produced is much worse."

Du Yutong also came over and took Zhan Shuzhen's other arm and squeezed it.

"Hard work is not easy. Farmers work hard all year round and don't have much spare money, so don't believe the rhetoric of scholars, farmers, merchants and businessmen when choosing a husband's family."

Zhan Shuzhen felt the same way. She looked at Jiang Shuyue and smiled and said, "Of course, Sister Jiang is an example. She is good at business and makes a lot of money. No one neglects her wherever she goes."

She said this because she saw that the aunts took good care of them when she came back, and the water for washing in the yard was full.

Not only was she polite, but she also specially sent the mint leaves they were talking about.

Jiang Shuyue teased her seriously, "Aunts don't look at how well I do business, they mainly look at how hard you pick the petals."

"Puff! Hahaha..."

Du Yutong laughed so hard that her body softened and she fell on the bed.

Seeing the two rolling around on the bed laughing, Jiang Shuyue couldn't help but smile with her hands covering her lips.

Qiuju, Zhu'er and Zhan Shuzhen's maid went to get lunch together.

Two dishes and one soup, Jiang Shuyue picked up a bowl and filled it with half a bowl of soup. With a thought, a pill for relaxing muscles and relieving pain slipped into the soup bowl and then handed it to Zhan Shuzhen.

"Drink some hot soup first, and the soreness will go away in a while."

"Thank you, Sister Jiang."

Zhan Shuzhen took the soup bowl and drank it all.

During the meal, Zhan Shuzhen was surprised to find that the soreness in her arms and legs disappeared.

"Sister Jiang, it really doesn't hurt anymore, look." Zhan Shuzhen was afraid that everyone would not believe it, so she jumped back and forth.

Jiang Shuyue smiled but said nothing.

Du Yutong also thought it was amazing.

From this, Zhan Shuzhen came to a conclusion that if you are tired, you should drink hot soup.

Later, this habit became a traditional habit of her family and was passed down to her grandson's generation.

This is a story for later.

No matter how beautiful the peach blossoms are, it is impossible to appreciate them all the time. In the afternoon, everyone went to the nearby village to stroll around.

The rape flowers in the field were also in full bloom, and the bees were buzzing back and forth in the rape fields, a busy scene.

Du Yutong and Zhan Shuzhen occasionally met one or two familiar girls. They greeted each other and continued to play with their good sisters.

After strolling around, several people felt a little sleepy in spring, and Jiang Shuyue led everyone back to rest.

Perhaps because they were too tired from playing, except Jiang Shuyue, the rest of the people slept until sunset and dusk.

While everyone was sleeping, Jiang Shuyue went into the space to soak in a hot spring.

After leaving the space, she filled the water tank with water again.

Fortunately for Jiang Shuyue, everyone was confused and did not deliberately thank the aunts.

Qiu Ju, in particular, thought that the money donated by the young lady had worked, and the aunts even prepared water for everyone to wash.

Her hair was not yet dry, and Jiang Shuyue estimated that the aunts who picked peach blossoms would all come back at this time.

She wanted to go out with her hair loose, but was worried that she would be seen as sloppy if she was seen.

She simply used a hairband to loosen her hair behind her head.

After finding out that the housekeeper aunt lived in the front yard, Jiang Shuyue walked along the bluestone corridor to find her.

The laughter of the girls could be heard from time to time in the courtyards on both sides of the atrium.

When she came to the front yard, Jiang Shuyue went straight to the hall where Guanyin Bodhisattva was enshrined.

It was said that the housekeeper aunt lived in the next room.

Before she got close, Jiang Shuyue smelled a smell of soup in the air.

"Is Aunt Meng here?"

Jiang Shuyue walked to the window and called softly.

"Ahem!"

"Miss, is there something wrong?"

The person in the room coughed twice in response, and the voice was weak. Jiang Shuyue judged from her panting that she had phlegm in her body.

"Aunt Meng, I, Jiang Shuyue, come to see you. Is it convenient for you? If not, I will come another day."

Before Jiang Shuyue finished speaking, she heard the person in the room say, "Miss Jiang, please come in. The door is not closed."

"Thank you, Aunt Meng."

Jiang Shuyue was not polite, and walked forward, opened the door and walked in.

Jiang Shuyue quickly glanced into the room

In the room, a thin person was lying quietly on the bed.

A ray of sunset slanted in from the gap of the window lattice, and the light was divided into soft golden lines, falling on the faded table in front of the window, forming mottled light and shadow.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and herbs, which was a common smell in the nunnery, with a soothing tranquility.

The room was simply furnished, but it was fully equipped with basic daily necessities.

Seeing Jiang enter the room, Aunt Meng struggled to sit up and picked up a fire starter from the small table next to the bed.

"Aunt is not feeling well, please take a rest, let me come." Jiang Shuyue took a step forward, took the fire starter and lit the pine oil lamp on the small table.

The oil lamp gave off a steady light, as if it was a ray of hope in the darkness.

Jiang Shuyue could see Aunt Meng's face clearly.

She had kind eyebrows and delicate features. A peach wood hairpin was inserted in her bun, and a strand of black hair hung down at the end of her eyebrows. Perhaps she was too thin, so she looked frail.

Even if she was wearing plain clothes, it was difficult to hide her outstanding grace. It was not difficult to see how beautiful Aunt Meng was when she was young.

"Miss, please sit down. I caught a cold a few days ago, and my old illness came back."

"Thank you, Aunt. Spring is warm and cold, and it is the season when you are most susceptible to colds."

Jiang Shuyue bowed and returned to the table to sit down.

After Jiang Shuyue sat down, she saw clearly that there was a small stove in the corner of the room, on which was a rough ceramic pot for boiling medicine. The fire in the stove had gone out, and a faint white smoke was coming out of the pot.

Jiang Shuyue said with great insight: "Aunt Meng, it's time to drink the medicine. I will help you pour half a bowl."

Aunt Meng looked at the woman in the room intently, and secretly marveled in her heart that she was really a rare beauty.

"Thank you, young lady, I will wait a while before drinking."

Aunt Meng leaned back on the pillow and reached out to pull the curtain aside.

Jiang Shuyue saw that she seemed to be in much better spirits.

Straight to the point: "I heard that the aunts are going to make peach blossom wine this year. My daughter runs a restaurant. I came here to discuss with the aunts. When the peach blossom wine is ready, can you sell it all to my daughter?"

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