The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 213 The Blind Man is Sick (4)_1

Chapter 213: Chapter 213 The Blind Man is Sick (4)_1

"Stay away from that blind man; he’s dangerous," Pei Qin warned him.

Pei Wendong obediently nodded in agreement.

When Feng Wei returned, Pei Yuan and Pei Qian saw that his left eye was bruised, a sign that he had been hit.

The next day, after Pei Wendong came back from school, and Mo Heng didn’t see him, he came over with his cane. Without caring whether Pei Wendong listened or not, he shared several tips on how to study and practice calligraphy. After finishing, he used his cane to grope his way back to his room.

Pei Qin’s lips twitched repeatedly, "He really is blind, can’t even see that I’m against this."

"Big sister! I won’t learn from him!" Pei Wendong promised.

"Right! You cannot learn from him!" Pei Qin nodded in agreement.

Nevertheless, Mo Heng still came every day after Pei Wendong finished school. Depending on the progress of the books he was memorizing, Mo Heng would give him lectures, and on leaving, would tell him to ask if he didn’t understand something.

Pei Wendong looked at Pei Qin with wide eyes.

Pei Qin rolled her eyes towards the sky, as if she had been thrown into this broken place and into a pile of troubles on purpose. She was sure that the heavens were doing it intentionally!

Pei Wendong received praise from his teacher at school, returning home with a doubtful face and conflicted eyes looking at Mo Heng, who was waiting for him. He inadvertently blurted out what Mo Heng had taught him, not expecting that the teacher would praise him so much. After school, the teacher even kept him back to talk, asking if it was his grandfather who had been teaching him.

It wasn’t his grandfather who had been instructing him; it was the blind man.

Pei Qin asked about the reason and gave Mo Heng a heavy stare.

Mo Heng continued to lecture Pei Wendong every day, regardless of whether he listened or not, whether he was willing to listen or not, or whether Pei Qin allowed it. After talking enough, he would return to his own room, coming out in the evening to ask Pei Qin for a bowl of food.

Pei Qin was indeed busy, without much time to always run up to the mountains to dig for spring bamboo shoots. She took Pei Yuan and his sister to the mountains for a whole day and collected two bags of spring shoots to send to the Moon Restaurant. Then she told the Store Manager of Moon Restaurant the precautions for digging spring bamboo shoots, instructing them to do it themselves in the future and to remember to leave some behind, otherwise, there would be none to eat next year.

The Store Manager and the Second Shopkeeper were both exceedingly surprised. They had not expected that the dish with a distinct refreshing fragrance would turn out to be bamboo shoots, something which could not only be eaten but was also delicious.

Since the Fang family lived closer to the mountains and the mountains were covered with patches of bamboo, Pei Qin suggested to Grandma Fang that they could dig for spring bamboo shoots. They could sell them fresh, consume them at home, or even make pickled bamboo shoots.

Recalling the past winter when they earned money for grain by selling bamboo shoots and bamboo rats, Grandma Fang could not help but feel the profound sorrow for her eldest daughter who had died tragically.

Old Scholar Fang saw that there were many spring bamboo shoots on the mountain and decided to start selling pickled bamboo shoots.

Pei Qin naturally shared all the methods and tricks she knew.

Having taught the Pickled Bamboo Workshop to the Pei Lizheng Family, and not involving Pei Lizheng in overseeing the house construction, the fact that Father and Mother borrowed ten taels of silver without specifying a date of repayment had already caused much complaint in Fang Li’s heart. Hearing that Old Scholar Fang was entrusting the pickled bamboo shoot business to him, however, ignited his enthusiasm to set up a workshop and start making a stable income.

Old Scholar Fang had found many stable jobs for Fang Li before, but Fang Li would always lose interest halfway and find an excuse to quit. Now, being entrusted with the pickled bamboo shoot business gave him no room for complaints and something to busy himself with.

The Chinese toon shoots grew out quickly, tender and red. Pei Qin brought back a basketful and made various dishes: scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, cold salad with Chinese toon and tofu, and the next day a new type of noodles with Chinese toon sauce appeared on the noodle stand.

Pei Qian could keep eating elm seeds for ten more days, but she really couldn’t eat so much Chinese toon. In a low voice, she requested, "Big sister! Can we eat less Chinese toon and cook some other dishes?"

Pei Qin suddenly realized, "I thought you all liked it!" Then the home’s menu changed to include two types of dishes, one made with Chinese toon and the other not; the one made with Chinese toon was almost always eaten by Pei Qin alone.

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