C14

There was an extra patient in the family. Other than remembering to open his paralyzed legs every day, there was nothing else special about them. Wen Jingrong must have been overly sensitive. Many times, she had the feeling that someone was watching her, but when she looked carefully, she couldn't find any trace of him.

Her sixth sense had always been sharp. Once or twice, it might have been an illusion. However, she had sensed it eight times in the past three days. Wen Jingrong had never believed in coincidences. However, the other party was more capable than her, and she had yet to sense the other party's evil intentions. The two siblings had nothing to scheme against each other, so after some consideration, the other party should be after the patient at home. Since they weren't enemies, why hadn't these people brought their master back yet?

Wen Jingrong couldn't figure it out. She really wanted someone to come and get Murong Mingzhu. He had been nursing Murong Mingzhu for almost a week and the head injury had already healed. In the past, she only had her mouth full of shouts. But now that he was in such a state, Wen Jingrong couldn't bear to do anything about it. She really sent him to the town.

On this day, Wen Jingrong was planning to go to the house of Carpenter Niu to ask if the bed was ready. Just as they were halfway up the mountain, the two Niu brothers carried the wooden bed she had reserved up to the mountain. Wen Jingrong was a little surprised. She had told Uncle Niu before that she could pick up the goods by herself.

The head of the Niu family walked in front and caught sight of her. A simple and honest smile immediately appeared on his face, as if he was offering a treasure. "Bao`er, you need a bed. Have a good one. I'll send it up to you right away."

Wen Jingrong saw that both of their faces were flushed red and both of them looked very tired. Their short coats had already been drenched in sweat. Without thinking too much, Wen Jingrong smiled at the boss, said "I'm lucky" and directly took the bed from their hands, lifting it easily onto her shoulders.

The two brothers of the Niu family who had been killed by her brute force were stunned for a moment. When she turned around suspiciously to greet them, they hurriedly caught up to her footsteps.

On the way, Niu family's eldest brother wanted to show more hospitality, but when he saw that Wen Jingrong's face was still as calm as ever as she walked up the hill, he wisely gave up on this idea.

When they arrived at the hut, the two Niu brothers hurriedly pushed open the door for Wen Jingrong. When Murong Mingzhu and Niu Dabao heard the commotion, they looked towards the door curiously. Niu Dabao recognized the two Niu brothers' voices, so he casually lowered his head to fold the paper.

Murong Mingzhu looked like he was about to explode as he stared at the two intruders. It was true that he had lost his memory, but not his IQ. It was obvious that these two men were interested in Wen Jingrong. Ever since they entered the room, their eyes never left her.

The two brothers helped Wen Jingrong move the newly made wooden bed to the side of the window, just half a meter away from Murong Mingzhu's bed.

He took a glance at the bed, then at Wen Jingrong's bed by the earth stove, and thought that she was the one who had slept on it. Unexplainable joy surged up in his heart. After seeing that she paid the wages and sent the two Niu brothers away, she turned around and carried Niu Dabao's bed out from the back room and laid it on the new bed. She felt a burst of disappointment.

"I don't want to sleep in the same room with Big Treasure. I can't sleep with someone by my side." he protested.

Wen Jingrong rolled her eyes at him. "Didn't I make a bed by the side as well? Didn't you sleep like a pig?"

Murong Mingzhu's focus immediately shifted. How was it possible that he slept like a pig? Before he could argue, he heard Wen Jingrong counting her fingers to calculate for him.

"Last night, not only were you snoring, you were even grinding your teeth and making a ruckus. Even if I pushed you a few times, it wouldn't be of any use. "You made my brother share a room with you, but my brother still suffered a loss."

It was rare to see Hei Feng, who was hiding on a branch and had his master beaten to a pulp. If it wasn't for the fact that there was a gust of wind, Wen Jingrong could have noticed the tree he was hiding in as soon as she looked outside.

Murong Mingzhu was obviously shocked and forgot to stop her from moving Niu Dabao's bed closer to him. There was no helping it, this room was originally built for hunters to rest in the mountains for the night. It was too small to be closer to his bed, and the end of the new bed would soon block the door.

After arranging Niu Dabao's bed, Wen Jingrong carried her bedding to the inner room. After spending so much time on the bed, he was finally able to sleep back to his bed.

The new bed, which was made of wood and manmade, and two stools, had cost her more than five hundred copper, and now it was a quarter of her savings.

Opening the origin was not enough. Opening the origin was the key. Wen Jingrong thought that she should take advantage of the fact that both her young master and her cousin were still around and give them to the family as a gift to earn some money. Wen Jingrong was in a hurry to enter the mountains to try her luck, so she didn't properly cook lunch. She steamed some wild vegetables and added a bowl of fermented sweet wine, dealing with it as she pleased.

Wen Jingrong picked the most tender wild vegetables, accompanied by the river prawns fried in oil carefully, stuffed in the nest for eating, fragrant and refreshing. Murong Mingzhu ate three of this coarse grain from the countryside that he didn't even like before.

After that, he used the sweet wine as a snack, but he didn't expect there would be no ice cubes. He just used the water in the stream to cool down, and when he ate it, it was also sweet. He had wanted another bowl of soup, but when he looked back, he saw that the two oxen had long since finished their meal.

Wen Jingrong had only made a little sweet wine to brew the rice. At this time, glutinous rice was still a rarity. Generally, people would not be able to grow rice and wheat. Therefore, the last time she bought that little bit of glutinous rice, in addition to making Ciba, she only left about 8 taels of rice for brewing sweet wine. At most, it was only 4 or 5 bowls. With his gentle eating style, it was not his turn to have a second bowl.

Murong Mingzhu, who was unable to refill his cup, was a little angry. Wen Jingrong had no choice but to promise that when he came back, she would bring him some delicious food, which was why she managed to coax him. He was such a big person, yet he looked like a child.

Ye Zichen looked at Murong Mingzhu with a smile, then turned to look at Niu Dabao, who was also smiling. With him at home, Niu Dabao seemed to have smiled a little more. Wen Jingrong sighed inwardly. If it wasn't for the heavy burden of supporting her family on her shoulders, she would have hoped to stay home to accompany Niu Dabao.

Although he never complained on the surface, Wen Jingrong could guess that since he was alone at home, and no one spoke to him, and his eyes were unsightly, he would definitely be lonely.