The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 368 You Can Change It Now If You Don’t Want To (2)_1

Chapter 368: Chapter 368 You Can Change It Now If You Don’t Want To (2)_1

Pei Qin waved her hand dismissively and walked outside.

At the door of the West room, Pei Yuan and Pei Qian peered over quietly. Watching Pei Qin step out with her usual swagger, the two exchanged glances. Pei Qian came out first, quickly stepping to the entrance of the hall to look inside.

Shen Songming was somewhat exasperated, his face darkening as he stood in the hall, hands on his hips, fuming with rage. When he saw her approach, his eyes narrowed unpleasantly toward her, "Now you see, don’t you! The one unwilling isn’t old man me at all!" With an angry snort, he strode out.

Pei Qian frowned, her expression changing several times as she pondered, "Could it be that he’d set his sights on my elder sister before, and got beaten up by her for it, so now he doesn’t dare!?"

Pei Yuan was also a bit dazed. According to Shen Songming, he was quite willing; it was the elder sister who wasn’t. Brother Songming was so good, why wouldn’t elder sister want him?

Pei Qin thought that Pei Qian was absurd, and Shen Songming was even more so. Pei Qian was just a ten-year-old Little Radish, and upon mentioning marriage, that Shen Songming had actually rushed over to propose to her—were their brains not working properly!

Upon reaching the workshop, she sought out Mo Heng to ask if he wanted to publish a dictionary of character strokes, "...Although I don’t have money to help you print the book, I can help you drum up some support!"

Mo Heng didn’t want to publish a dictionary of character strokes; instead, he took out a piece of paper with modern simplified characters she’d occasionally written without paying attention, "I’ve already finished the dictionary of strokes. Can you teach me this?"

Pei Qin’s mouth twitched, feeling that Mo Heng was also losing it, "This is just a wrongly written character, why the hell do you need to learn this?"

"Bored," Mo Heng said, lowering his eyes.

Pei Qin silently rolled her eyes to heaven, everyone was losing it, but blind man Mo wasn’t doing it nearly as intensely. She thought of Shen Songming, who was in her house making a scene about marrying her, and nodded, "Alright then!" and began to teach Mo Heng simplified characters.

Before, when he couldn’t see, he could only rely on imagination. Now that she was vividly sitting beside him, he could see her clearly. Mo Heng listened carefully to her explanation of simplified characters, but his thoughts wandered off. Shen Songming wanted to marry her, but he most likely wouldn’t make her his wife. With her temperament, she wouldn’t become someone’s concubine, right?

Zhang Gengshan stood at the kitchen door, listening to the indistinct voices coming from inside, his face turning increasingly unsightly. The young master was talented and outstanding, and now that his eyes were better, even without the Mo family, he was still a favorite child of heaven! Yet for Pei Qin, a country bumpkin... How many ladies from prestigious families admired the young master’s spirit, and yet he didn’t leave even after regaining his sight—could it be that he truly fancied this Pei Qin?

Mo Heng’s eyes were blurry again, red with pain. He reached out and rubbed the corner of his eye.

"Still not better, huh?" Pei Qin noticed him rubbing the corner of his eye and said she wouldn’t continue teaching, "Anyway, the pattern is like this. Think it over in your head for a bit and rest your eyes."

Mo Heng stood up, looking distantly outside, "It’ll be fine in a while."

Pei Qin glanced at him, dressed in a Dark Embroidered Dark Flower Long Robe, which made his figure appear even more slender and tall, and with such a face, she enviously looked at his long legs and then at her own. Among the Little Radishes, she could still pass for having long legs, but next to him, she practically became short-legged!

This imbalance! Pei Qin felt it would be better if Mo Heng left quickly. It would be out of her sight and stop unsettling her!

"I’m not in the mood, not teaching anymore!" Pei Qin dropped the words and went out to play with two half-grown lambs.

Mo Heng stood at the gate of the small courtyard, watching her feign interest in feeding the lambs sweet potato leaves. The autumn sun shone on her, as if gilded, as though she could ascend to heaven at any moment. A streak of anxiety flashed through Mo Heng’s heart, and ignoring the pain in his eyes, he kept watching her.

After feeding the sheep, Pei Qin returned home to find that Pei Yuan and Pei Qian had already prepared dinner early. They had steamed sweet potato leaves, made double-cooked pork, and cooked a clear soup with rice.