The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 147 - 147 147 The First Sketch

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The First Sketch Chapter 147: Chapter 147: The First Sketch Every day was like this, remembered clearly in his mind. But as he finished speaking, he froze.

Recalling how Lin Caihe had reacted when Third Uncle and Third Aunt returned—she hadn’t shown a shred of gratitude but had excitedly interrogated Third Uncle about whether he had gone out of his way to buy silk blossoms for her—his face burned with embarrassment.

Seeing the raucous anger of Third Uncle just now seemed a bit puzzling to him, but now…

“Did you figure it out?” Lin Caisang asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Actually, it might be better that the money we earn is divided. This way, when the Third Uncle earns his own money, he won’t feel he owes us anything. When he treats Caisang and Qing’er well, he won’t always feel like he is doing us a disservice,” he said.

“Sangsang, you have your older brother to spoil you,” Lin Changhong said.

“Hmm,” Lin Caisang hummed in response, picking up two bowls of food, and getting ready to head to the hall.

Outside the kitchen, Ms.Lu of the Lin Family had been standing for a while, listening to Lin Caisang’s conversation with her siblings. Thinking about Lin Caihe’s petty schemes, it left her feeling quite sad. How could her grandchildren behave so differently?

If only Lin Caihe were half as understanding as Sangsang. Then she wouldn’t be scolded by Third Uncle.

Seeing them coming out, Ms.Lu regained her composure and walked towards them.

“Grandma, why did you come over here?”

“There should be still food in the kitchen. I came to carry it, Sangsang, Changhong, your Third Uncle earned some silver today, and your grandpa and I are happy. Why not make a few more fried eggs?” Ms.Lu lifted her face, asking them.

“Sure, I’ll listen to Grandma,” Lin Caisang nodded.

They can gather wild chicken eggs from the mountains, they don’t have to worry about running out. If they finish, she can just go around the mountain and gather a few more.

“Grandma, fry more, Third Uncle and Third Aunt must be tired from a day’s work outside. Brother Changfeng must also be tired from studying all day, and…”

“Okay, I got it, Grandma knows, one fried egg per person.” Before she could finish talking, Ms.Lu happily interrupted her.

…

Within the Golden Pearl space, after completing a few more simple tasks, Lin Caisang sat in front of her handmade easel. Holding a freshly sharpened pencil in her hand, she just sat there, her mind seemingly in a blank state.

Ebonstone was something Ya Molian had found for her, even gifting her such a valuable dagger. She felt quite embarrassed, as there was nothing she could give him in return.

The pencil was freshly made and ready to use, and today she was going to draw her first sketch.

“Maybe, the first drawing should be given to Brother Molian?” Lin Caisang murmured quietly.

She had entirely forgotten her initial warning to her older brother against Ya Molian. She just didn’t remember anything at the moment.

“What should I draw? A person? A landscape? Or…”

What came to mind was that moment in Hongling Town when Ya Molian had descended from the sky, gripping the two swords which, moments before, had almost cut her into three. He’d then casually flung them away with an appearance of absolute attractiveness.

With no more thought, she began to fluently sketch the scene.

But of course, the entire scene could not fit into a single picture. She had to sketch several, flowing from one to another, like a moving image. After she finished, she looked satisfied at her work.

“Hmm,” she murmured.

But the more she looked at it, the more something seemed off.

“Did I make him too handsome? Was he really that attractive and domineering back then? Did his movements really exhibit such unstoppable momentum? This is nothing like the Ya Molian I had in mind, is it?”