Chiang Xiao nudged Liu Caiyun with her shoulder, forcing her to step aside.
However, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. After walking a bit further, she asked, "Grandpa, why did Liu Caiyun say that you gave up a good future and good days for my sake? Was there something that happened back then?"
Chiang Songhai immediately shook his head, "Don’t listen to her nonsense! There was nothing of the sort. Grandpa can’t do much; I’m just a rural person, a farmer who isn’t even that good at farming. What kind of future could I have had?"
"But she wouldn’t have said that for no reason, right?"
"Who knows with her. Let’s not talk about her. Look, we’ve reached Uncle Yang’s place."
Uncle Yang was the owner of the oxcart they had rented.
Renting the oxcart for a day cost three yuan, and when Uncle Yang saw Chiang Xiao taking out the money, he said with a smile, "Brother, it looks young lady is still the head of your household."
Chiang Songhai nodded, handing him a rolled cigarette. "My Little is capable. Having her in charge is both reassuring and stress-relieving for us."
"Brother, you’re sure to be blessed in the future."
"My wife and I just hope for Little’s wellbeing."
Chiang Songhai chatted idly with Uncle Yang for a few moments, while Chiang Xiao stood by, playing the obedient part.
When they got back, Ge Liutao had already cleaned the house. They had only been away for a night, but she still felt it was untidy.
She just couldn’t sit idle.
"Little, I’ve boiled some hot water for you. Do you want to take a bath first?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Chiang Xiao eagerly responded.
After being in the mountains all day yesterday and having no proper facilities to bathe at the hospital last night—merely wiping herself down—she was nearly twisting with discomfort.
She lifted her arm to sniff it and almost knocked herself out with the pungent odor.
She also wondered how Meng Xinian had managed to sit at the same table and eat breakfast with her.
The thought of Meng Xinian suddenly crossed her mind.
And, thinking about his angry departure, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of discomfort.
But perhaps it was for the best.
What mattered most was her own striving life!
Chiang Xiao clenched her fist with resolve and went to fetch water for her bath.
After bathing, she eagerly entered the inner room, hung up the door curtain, and dashed into the Space.
The moment she entered the Space, she was stunned.
No, ecstatic would be more accurate!
Now, the Space exuded a light, ethereal fragrance, a special scent that was neither medicinal nor simply sweet like a flower’s, nor like a chemically manufactured perfume. It was an immensely ancient aroma, lingering in between breaths, barely there yet intoxicating to the senses.
But it also left one’s senses clear and refreshed.
What delighted Chiang Xiao most was that the other half of the Space, previously inaccessible, was now fully open! The semi-transparent, cotton-white barrier that had been in the middle had disappeared.
Looking at it now, the other half of the Space was even larger than what she had seen through the barrier before.
She glanced at the Ginseng growing in the ground and indeed noticed that the few plants were looking exceptionally lush, and around the biggest Ginseng, a faint mist twirled.
Was this the Spiritual Energy naturally emanating from such a heavenly and earthly treasure?
Chiang Xiao was nearly delirious with joy. Looking at the Ginseng, she couldn’t help but squat down, cradle a leaf in her hands, lean in and kiss it.
"You truly are my little treasure!" she said, eyes crinkling with a smile.
Suddenly, Chiang Xiao noticed that the number of Lingzhi mushrooms next to her seemed off.
She had already dug up several Small Ganodermas to boil for medicinal use, but the areas where the Lingzhi had been removed were now sprouting tiny new ones!
Could it be that as long as the largest Lingzhi mother was intact, the other Small Ganodermas could grow back no matter how many were harvested?
Wouldn’t that mean the Ginseng would do the same?