Chapter 494: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 494: Who is More extravagant (2)
The faint scent of the medicine lingered in the air. Mo Yan's nose twitched, and she found the smell familiar. Tilting her head in thought, she finally remembered that last year, when she had gone into the mountains in search of the red python and was pricked by thorns, this person had brought her a bottle of ointment in the middle of the night. Wasn't this the same scent?
Speaking of which, the ointment was indeed extraordinary. After applying it twice to her previous injury, only a faint red mark was left. Knowing how rare such ointment was, she had stored the remaining half bottle in her spatial storage for emergencies. The spatial storage had preservation functions, so she wasn't worried about the medicine losing its potency over time. This time, since her wound wasn’t particularly severe, she had just washed it with spring water and applied regular ointment, knowing it would heal, albeit slowly.
Xiao Ruiyuan carefully applied the ointment to her wound, then found a clean white cloth to wrap it meticulously. He tested the tightness to ensure it wouldn’t affect the wound’s healing before sternly asking again, “What happened?”
Mo Yan stuck out her tongue and truthfully explained how she got injured. She then saw the lingering concern and self-blame on Xiao Ruiyuan’s face, and she was momentarily stunned.
She was used to his expressionless face, used to his rarely shown emotions. Now, seeing him show such an expression, she felt a mix of secret joy and a bit of reluctance. She couldn’t bear it and spoke to comfort him, “It’s just a small wound; it’ll heal in a few days, really!”
Xiao Ruiyuan lightly held her hand, staring at the back of it without speaking, leaving Mo Yan unsure if he believed her or not.
Her hand felt like it was burning under his gaze. Unable to adapt to his demeanor, she quickly changed the subject, “I had a good harvest in the mountains yesterday. I found a aged ginseng plant, but I’m not sure how many years it’s been growing. Sit down, and I’ll bring it for you to see.”
Before Xiao Ruiyuan could respond, she hurried to the bedroom, not forgetting to close the door behind her.
Xiao Ruiyuan's eyes lit up, clearly looking forward to seeing the ginseng Mo Yan mentioned. Even if it wasn't a thousand-year ginseng, her thoughtfulness touched him deeply. However, watching her left hand sway as she walked, his unreturned hand clenched tightly into a fist before relaxing, concealing whatever thoughts crossed his mind.
Entering her spatial storage, Mo Yan approached the spiritual spring. The dozens of ginseng plants she transplanted yesterday appeared much greener, and even the ones with red flowers had borne fruit, filling her with joy.
These seeds, once mature and planted, could grow into ginseng. Despite only a few ginseng plants transplanted yesterday, with these seeds, she would soon have a large ginseng field.
The two oldest ginseng plants closest to the spiritual spring had also changed. Besides greener leaves and new seeds, they had sprouted two fresh leaves, showing vigorous life. Even without being transplanted into the spatial storage, they still had room to grow.
Carefully digging up one plant, Mo Yan inspected it. Perhaps due to the dual nourishment of spiritual energy and spring water, its surface seemed smoother, and even without close inspection, a faint ginseng aroma was detectable.
After gently wiping off the soil, she placed the ginseng in a wooden box and left the spatial storage. If this ginseng wasn’t a thousand years old, she could replant it in the storage to let it grow into a thousand-year ginseng. Once it matured, she could claim she found another in the mountains, avoiding suspicion.
Xiao Ruiyuan took the wooden box and opened it on the table. Seeing the human-shaped ginseng inside, a noticeable ripple appeared in his deep eyes.
►►CLICK HERE FOR ADVANCE CHAPTERS◄◄Seeing this, Mo Yan felt a strange sense of satisfaction, and her tone became much lighter, “Brother Xiao, can you tell how old it is? Is it a thousand years?”
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