"Nonsense, you’re talking about death during the New Year season?" Ye Zi’an put down the book in his hand, pulled Yang Chuxia over, and pinched her nose.
"Ow, do you still believe in these things?" Yang Chuxia pushed Ye Zi’an’s hand away, then suddenly said, "Brother An, do you think there are any fun activities in the town for the New Year?"
"No, not for the New Year, but there are on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, like the lantern festival and riddle guessing. It’s quite lively, even in the county town."
"Oh, I see." She showed little interest in guessing riddles. She casually picked up the book Ye Zi’an was reading, glanced at it, was about to put it back, when suddenly the content inside caught her attention.
It was a book related to farming and silkworm rearing, which recorded various crops, even how to plant them.
And the page Ye Zi’an was reading was about the white sweet potatoes they had talked about before.
"Are you reading about how to plant white sweet potatoes?"
"Yeah, I’m just killing time," Ye Zi’an, taking the book from Yang Chuxia, said, "Didn’t Shopkeeper Li give us some sweet potato seeds last time? I’m thinking about whether we can plant them."
"But there’s nothing about how to plant white sweet potatoes in this book, right?" Yang Chuxia thought for a moment, then said, "I’m guessing the planting method should be similar to normal potatoes, right?"
But Ye Zi’an shook his head and said, "No, it’s not the same. In Funan, we can plant potatoes twice a year. Once in February, and the harvest season is in May or June. The other time is in September, and the harvest begins in December. But white sweet potatoes are sowed and nursed in April, and then transplanted."
Confused, Yang Chuxia looked at him, "There’s nothing in this book, how do you know?"
"There’s nothing in this book, but there is in others. I picked a few books from a man selling old books in the town a few days ago, and one of them happens to have such information," Ye Zi’an casually replied.
On hearing this, Yang Chuxia’s eyes brightened, and she chuckled, "Brother An, so you know how to plant white sweet potatoes, huh?"
"Then, shall we try some fields next year?"
Seeing her eyes sparkling, Ye Zi’an suddenly smirked, "Xiaxia, now that I know how to plant white sweet potatoes, don’t you think I deserve a reward?"
Yang Chuxia’s eyes widened instantly, and she thought to herself, is this really Brother An? The gentle, jade-like, obedient Brother An?
Ye Zi’an was still waiting on the side, obviously for a kiss. Yang Chuxia raised her hand, grabbed Ye Zi’an’s face, and huffed, "You’ve grown bold, haven’t you? Bargaining with me for doing a little work? Are you asking for a beating?"
"Xiaxia, I was wrong, I was really wrong," Ye Zi’an quickly wailed in remorse.
"Do you really realize your mistake?"
Yang Chuxia’s hand was still on Ye Zi’an’s face. He thought, dare he say no?
"I understand, I understand. Whatever Xiaxia asks me to do in the future, I will do it. If you say go east, I will definitely not go west."
"Hmm, that’s more like it," Yang Chuxia finally let go of Ye Zi’an.
She suddenly heard a few snickering sounds from outside. Suspicious, Yang Chuxia opened the door to find the mischievous Yan Qingrui and Yan Qingtong outside.
Seeing this, Yang Chuxia knew that her conversation with Brother An was overheard by these two little rascals again.