C8

The shop assistant brought Wen Jingrong and the goods to the foot of the mountain. It was almost dusk. The Niu Village was still quite a distance away from Bluestone Town. If they didn't set out earlier, they would have had to travel at night, which was quite unsafe.

Besides, it wasn't as if Wen Jingrong herself couldn't carry all these things. She thought about it for a while, then called for the shop assistant to help her load all the goods onto her shoulders like they were goods, startling the shop assistant. He couldn't believe that such a skinny girl could carry so many things.

Under Wen Jingrong's insistence, he did as she asked, secretly thinking of returning to the store as soon as possible. All these helpers were there to make food and lodging. If he returned late, he would not be able to make it in time for dinner.

After helping her put everything away, Wen Jingrong easily stood up and headed up the mountain without any hesitation, leaving behind the shocked cloth-shop assistant.

At this moment, Wen Jingrong was worried about Niu Dabao, who was still at home. She didn't know if Niu Dabao, who could not see, took care of him, or touched somewhere, was okay now. Anxious, his steps tightened, and in a short time, the cabin on the mountainside was faintly discernible among the trees.

When Wen Jingrong pushed open the wooden door and saw that both of them were still alive, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. After carefully putting down the things on her shoulders, the white porcelain bowl was first stacked against the wall, and the silk and quilted quilts were so expensive that she didn't want to get dirty, so she piled them on the bed in her room first. After putting them away, she returned to the front room, only to find that both of them were looking at her with a bit of grievance.

Niu Dabao was honest. Before he could complain, Murong Mingzhu had already taken the lead.

"Why did you come back so late? I'm starving."

Wen Jingrong looked at him strangely, then looked at Niu Dabao, thinking that when she left, didn't she already leave a nest for them and the pickled fish? Did Niu Dabao not make fish soup at noon? That's not right. Even if I didn't make any fish, wouldn't I still have a nest?

Niu Dabao became anxious when he heard that and quickly explained, "No, Xiao Bao. I cooked some fish at noon and scooped a bowl for him along with his nest. He refused to eat it and threw the bowl away. "I can't see, I can't sweep the room …"

Only then did Wen Jingrong notice the faint fishy smell in the air. Looking towards the bed, she noticed a distinct pile of ash on the floor. There were still some fine pieces of fish where the ashes didn't cover, and there was a broken bowl upside down at the corner of the wall. Wen Jingrong quickly picked up the bowl to have a look. Fortunately, it was still intact, only a small corner was missing. If it broke, then Niu Dabao would be in danger while rubbing his head on the ground.

Wen Jingrong couldn't help but glare at the culprit when she thought of Niu Dabao, who she thought was her own brother, groping around on the ground. Wen Jingrong thought of Niu Dabao, who she thought was her own brother, groping around on the ground, Wen Jingrong couldn't help but glare at the culprit.

Murong Mingzhu couldn't help but feel guilty when he was glanced at by her sharp eyes. Actually, he didn't do it on purpose. Who told that fish soup to be so fishy? It didn't look like something she cooked, which made him have an appetite. Wen Jingrong was alright when she was around, but he wasn't bored as he lay on the bed watching her bustle about.

Once she left, Murong Mingzhu faced the blind Niu Dabao for a long time. He just sat there rolling over and over and folding the paper money. There were only a few movements back and forth between them.

At noon, he watched Niu Dabao slowly build a fire, slowly make fish soup, and then touch the bed step by step … Murong Mingzhu didn't know what had happened to him at that time. When he saw the crack on the broken bowl, he got angry and knocked over the bowl. Fish soup spilled all over the floor and filled the room with the smell of fish.

"The next time you throw a tantrum and waste food, you don't need to wait for your illness to recover. I'll be directly sent to town by you and thrown into the streets to pick up whoever wants to pick them up." No matter how willful she was, there should be a limit to it. Food and Niu Dabao were her bottom line.

Murong Mingzhu had never been scolded like this before. He was hungry and felt even more wronged. Unfortunately, he couldn't get away with his broken legs. With a cold expression, he lay down on the bed and ignored Wen Jingrong.

Originally, she wanted to tell him that she bought something with a golden leaf today, but she didn't have the desire to talk this time. After confirming that Niu Dabao wasn't scalded by the fish soup, she picked up the pot and started cooking dinner quickly.

There were still two eggs left in the steamer in the morning. While she was talking to Niu Dabao about the change in copper for the mountain goods she had sent to town today, she sliced off the nest pieces on the chopping block. Like fried steamed bread, she dipped them in egg juice and tossed them into the pot — crispy and charred. The seductive fragrance caused Murong Mingzhu to feel hungry. At this moment, his ears were still sharp, and he was even hungrier when he heard the sound of Niu Dabao nibbling on the frying pan.

Unknowingly, he had turned from a sleeping position facing the wall to a sleeping position facing Wen Jingrong. From the slits of his secretly opened eyes, he saw her swiftly slicing off her second nest, wetting the eggs one by one and throwing them into the pot. Her movements were smooth, and compared to Niu Dabao's difficulty in cooking at noon, it gave him an unusual sense of beauty.

Murong Mingzhu suddenly understood why he was so annoyed at noon. The Niu Dabao in his eyes might be the Niu Dabao in the eyes of others. As soon as the two of them lost Wen Jingrong's care, they were like cripples. With a complicated look in his eyes, he looked at his broken leg. Even Niu Dabao was stronger than him. At least he didn't have to wait on others to eat …

A sudden feeling of tension came from his lower abdomen. Murong Mingzhu's expression immediately changed. He had to endure and endure. When he could not bear it any longer, he called out to Niu Dabao with an ashen face.

"What, you want to use my brother again?" Wen Jingrong looked at him with some caution.

"I want to change." Since the situation was worse than others, Murong Mingzhu didn't want to lower his head, nor did he want such a shameful matter like wetting the bed.

Niu Dabao had grown up in the countryside, so he had never heard of changing clothes. Wen Jingrong stared blankly for a while before recalling the 'power rising and changing' that she had learned in her high school textbooks. However, how could Niu Dabao carry him? Thus, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him. Under the other party's "What are you doing? It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?" gaze, the domineering and domineering fellow directly carried the blanket with him and walked towards the vegetable patch outside the door.

Murong Mingzhu's body stiffened. Before he could react to this huge blow, her feet touched the ground. Looking at the black mud beneath his feet, he realized that he was still barefoot. However, no matter how dirty he was, his feet didn't feel anything.

Murong Mingzhu turned around and glanced at her. He realized that he had been holding her collar tightly ever since. He was afraid that he would fall down. He immediately let go before Wen Jingrong realized it. His movements were too big, and Wen Jingrong thought that just because he was able to hold on, he wouldn't be able to protect her. With his weak legs, he looked like he was about to fall to the ground.

This time, Wen Jingrong was in a dilemma. Their house had no toilets. Considering that sitting in a pit was not safe for Niu Dabao, she had dug a shallow pit in the draught of the hut and led him to and fro a few times. However, Murong Mingzhu was different from Niu Dabao. He couldn't stand, so he could only help Murong Mingzhu go to the toilet, or he could use a child to pee — the second image was too beautiful, and Wen Jingrong was also shocked by her own imagination.

Murong Mingzhu also understood that he couldn't solve his memory problem on his own at the moment. He could only get embarrassed by Wen Jingrong, who then carried him back with her blanket.

Next time, she would ask Niu Dabao to come with her. It was the first time in her life that she accompanied a man to the toilet, so she sneaked a glance at the person in her arms. Her face was flushed red, but it was unknown whether it was due to anger or embarrassment … As if he had sensed Wen Jingrong's gaze, he suddenly raised his head. A trace of panic flashed through his jade-like eyes, but his face was even redder.

Lord Mo was like a jade, a peerless young master. Wen Jingrong suddenly thought of what she had read before. Beauty is indeed a mistake.