Uncle Yang and the others hurriedly helped to move those things inside.
It was thanks to Meng Xinian’s good tying skills that there was an entire bag of rice weighing twenty kilograms at the bottom, followed by two bags of flour, and several bolts of fabric stacked on top, with a big pile of items on the back rack of the car, looking like a small mountain.
After moving everything into the main hall, it looked rather intimidating.
"Well, Old Brother, you go entertain the guests. We’ll tidy up quickly, and we’re almost done," said Uncle Yang.
Xu Canyuan and his son Honest Shi also kept silent and continued with their work.
Chiang Xiao pursed her lips and "invited" Meng Xinian into the main hall.
Luckily, the walls of their courtyard had just been raised, so outsiders eager for a spectacle couldn’t see in.
Nevertheless, today their household likely had made quite a splash, starting with the raising of the courtyard walls, which probably had already spread throughout the village. In this entertainment-starved village, this was certainly big news and gossip.
Already, there were many women placing bets and guessing what kind of scene the Old Chiang Family would create upon their return.
Then came the visit from Supervisor Guard Brother bearing generous gifts, entering Chiang Family’s gate.
Chiang Xiao felt her family’s peaceful life was becoming increasingly unattainable.
"Captain Meng, please take a seat," Chiang Songhai said, still a bit nervous and at a loss when facing Meng Xinian, offering him the armchair he always sat in.
Meng Xinian saw Chiang Xiao pull over a chair and sat down on it, "Grandpa, Grandma, please sit."
Aunt Juan was also very curious about Meng Xinian from her spot by the stove.
Only then did Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao sit down.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.
"Little, could you pour me a glass of water?" Meng Xinian asked, as he hadn’t had a sip of water since before making the phone call earlier, and now he was desperately thirsty.
"Ah, I’ll go, I’ll go," Ge Liutao felt terribly remiss—such an honored guest had arrived, and she hadn’t even thought to offer a glass of water. How rude of her.
"Grandma, you sit. I’ll go," Chiang Xiao walked over to the stove, took one of only two glass cups they had, picked up the kettle, and poured a cup of water.
The water in the kettle was Ganoderma water she had boiled, originally intended for her own family to drink, but now Meng Xinian was getting it somewhat cheaply.
There was also a large kettle of boiled cool water for Uncle Yang and his companions to drink. However, Chiang Xiao had just smelled the medicinal scent from Meng Xinian and couldn’t help feeling a bit soft-hearted.
Does this man really think he’s made of iron?
Covered in injuries, yet he’s still running around, even riding a bicycle for such a long time.
She handed the water to Meng Xinian.
Meng Xinian looked up at her with a smile emerging in his shining black eyes, "You haven’t poisoned it, have you?"
Chiang Xiao clenched her teeth and glared at him, "If you won’t drink, give it back to me."
This was Spatial Ganoderma Water that couldn’t be found anywhere else—a unique product with no other outlets!
Meng Xinian immediately took a sip.
It didn’t taste like ordinary water, carrying a faint hint of bitterness, yet it quickly turned sweet. After just one sip, it instantly relieved the dryness in his throat.
Meng Xinian was slightly taken aback, then he drank several more sips, feeling comfort from his mouth down to his stomach.
"What kind of water is this?"
Chiang Songhai said, "This is a herbal concoction that Little brewed herself with herbs she dug up from the mountain."
He too was puzzled about the kind of herbs used. He had asked Chiang Xiao, and she had said they were Small Ganoderma, even showing it to him. The Ganoderma was just small clumps, not yet fully grown.
At first, Chiang Songhai felt it was such a pity—if they had grown fully, they would have been quite valuable, not to mention having much stronger medicinal properties.
He had once encountered Wild Ganoderma.
However, thinking that such small Wild Ganoderma would take several years to grow, by which time it was uncertain whether they would benefit from it, he felt there was nothing to regret.