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Chapter 77 Tracking

Author: Wen Jiutao

When going down the mountain, Jiuli felt that she should buy this mountain. Not only could the medicinal materials on it be harvested, but she could also sprinkle many Chinese herbal seeds at appropriate locations to let them bloom.

She planned to go to Xianxia Temple again in a few days to settle this matter.

When Jiuli went back, it was still very early and her aunt was the only one at home.

Sankui was not at home either, and Qilang went to the village to fetch water.

My aunt has recently been able to move around in the yard. Jiuli is afraid that she will be lonely, so she brings her a lot of snacks every time she goes to the market, especially melon seeds. She almost always does this at home.

Qilang specially made a comfortable chair with a rope in the middle, which was very comfortable to sit on. My great-aunt sat on this chair to bask in the sun, cracking melon seeds and watching the passers-by outside.

Because it is located in a remote place, there are not many pedestrians passing by. The one who passes the most is Qu Feng. Every time Qu Feng just looks at the door and never comes in.

My aunt has also been familiar with her for a long time.

When Jiuli finished cleaning up and sat next to her aunt, her aunt started to nag her. When she got to the neighbor, her aunt suddenly said, "There is a man who is always hanging around nearby recently."

Jiuli was a little wary and asked, "Have you been looking at our house?"

My aunt shook her head and said, "Those who came from the road west of our house seem to have been staring at Qu Feng's house. Specifically, they were staring at Qu Feng."

"Ah?" Jiuli looked at her doubtfully and said, "Why do you say you are staring at Qu Feng?"

"He passed by the door of our house without even looking at our house. But when he passed by the door of Qu Feng's house, it was different. He looked in with his tiptoes. When Qu Feng went up the mountain to collect herbs today, the man followed closely

behind."

"Oh." Jiuli seemed to have thought of something again, "Isn't Qu Feng always taking care of her mother-in-law at home? Why did she go to the mountain to collect medicine again?"

"Doesn't my mother-in-law need someone all the time?" After the aunt finished speaking, she said, "Looking at Qu Feng's behavior today, it was not normal. He carried a backpack up the mountain and applied a lot of powder. I sat down

I can smell it all over the yard.”

"oh."

The two of them talked about this and other things. Jiuli mentioned that she had rescued an old man in the mountains and might come to give him money in a few days, so she asked her aunt to pay attention.

My aunt looked at her strangely but said nothing else.

Everyone was there in the evening. Jiuli made another broth and added a few vegetarian meatballs. Sankui came back a little late, but he was in good spirits. He ate a lot.

Qilang always goes to the back to fetch water recently. There is actually a well in the backyard, and Jiuli dug it specially for use. Because there is always meat in it, Qilang is afraid that it will taste stale and the taste will change, so he dare not touch it easily.

Every time Jiuli and Sankui left, he would carry a load to the back to fetch water, and it would take a long time before he came back. His aunt didn't complain, and Jiuli didn't care. The young man was just at the age where he was playing, and he forgot about time when he started playing.

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In fact, every time Sankui left, he would leave homework for him, asking him to learn a few words, but he couldn't learn them. He only knew a few words. If he didn't tell Jiuli to learn them, he could help Jiuli do things.

He didn't want to learn these words either.

But almost no one can learn carpentry without a teacher.

Jiuli only needs to do it once and he will know it.

The kitchen, cabinets, benches, bowls, and spoons at home are almost all there, and there are many of them. Qilang learned how to make them from Jiuli.
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