Farmer's Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 378: Writing Her Own Story

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Shen Ruyue enjoyed the feeling of being trusted. Excitement surged in her heart as she promised, “Qingzhi, rest assured, I will do my best to manage the family business.”

Chu Qingzhi expressed her trust. “All of us believe you.”

After finishing the mooncakes and returning home, Chu Qingshuang brought out a wrapped package from her room. “Fifth sister, the beer bottle is ready. Take a look.”

She opened the package, revealing a lovely large-bellied bottle, thin and white, with the word “beer” delicately engraved on it. It was crafted exactly as Chu Qingzhi had requested, showing exquisite workmanship.

Chu Qingzhi took the bottle and examined it carefully. Smooth and round both inside and out, it was a high-quality porcelain piece. “Qingshuang, how much did it cost to make this bottle?”

Chu Qingshuang raised two fingers. “Two copper coins.”

It was really impressive to make such a bottle at the cost of two copper coins. Chu Qingzhi praised, “Qingshuang, well done. When the time comes, 1 will buy beer bottles for our beer business from you.”

Excited, Chu Qingshuang expressed her gratitude. “Thank you, Fifth sister. I will do my best.”

“Good,” Chu Qingzhi said. “Go and rest.”

Chu Qingshuang returned to her room happily.

Chu Qingzhi took the bottle to the kitchen and filled it up with water. She weighed it out. It was exactly half a kilo.

Afterward, she brought the bottle back to her room, put the yellow chrysanthemum given to her by Tang Jinghong in it, and placed it on the desk.

The flower and the bottle complemented each other.

Sitting on the chair, Chu Qingzhi stared at the flower. Her mind drifted away, reminiscing about her past.

After some contemplation, she decided it was time to reveal her identity to Tang Jinghong. However, instead of telling him directly, she chose to write it as a story.

Once completed, she would show it to Tang Jinghong as her confession.

Chu Qingzhi was a little nervous. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Then, she took a pen and paper and began to write.

She had a lot of experiences and would not be able to finish writing in a short period of time. She would probably be able to finish it before the new year. The timing was just right. When the time came, she would let Jinghong see the real her.

In a small courtyard in the county.

Hong’er gave herself a simple name, Hong Yujun.

At this moment, she sat by the window, gazing at the round moon hanging high in the sky.

Having removed the ugly makeup in the evening, her true beauty was revealed. Delicate features adorned her face, resembling a beautiful woman.

“Young Master, have you settled your matters?”

“When are you coming back to see me?”

Hong Yujun’s eyes were filled with deep longing. “Moon, oh Moon, they say you can carry feelings. Can you transmit my longing for Young Young Master to him?”

At the same time, Lin Yingmin was also gazing at the moon.

In his room, with the window wide open, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of osmanthus blew in. The night wind brought a hint of tenderness, brushing against his skin, leaving a lingering sensation.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he slightly raised his head, gazing at the moonlit sky.

The moon tonight was exceptionally round and bright. Occasionally, a wisp of clouds drifted across, making it seem as though the moon itself was in motion.

Bright moonlight descended, penetrated through the window, and fell onto Lin Yingmin’s handsome face. His brows furrowed slightly, revealing a faint sense of sorrow.

First Madam had said that his legs couldn’t be treated, and those claiming otherwise were probably deceiving him. However, how could such a beautiful woman be a deceiver?

Madam worried about him being deceived and prohibited him from leaving the mansion to find her.

But he really wanted to see her again, to ask her name.

“How can 1 leave the mansion?”

Lin Yingmin muttered softly, his voice dissolving into the night wind.

The next morning.

Chu Qingyue handed a wrapped package and a letter to Tang Jinghong. “Brother Jinghong, could you please take these things to Yuting for me?”

Tang Jinghong put away the items. “1 will make sure to pass them to him.”

Chu Qingyue said, “Thank you, Brother Jinghong.”

“No need to be polite.” Tang Jinghong turned to face Chu Qingzhi. “Qingzhi, I’m setting off.”

“I’ll escort you to the village entrance.” Chu Qingzhi walked towards Tang Jinghong, took his hand, and walked together to the village entrance.

Chu Qingzhi stopped in her tracks and said with concern, “Be careful on the way. Send me a message when you reach the capital.”

“Sure.” Tang Jinghong mounted his horse, adjusted the items Chu Qingzhi gave him, and pulled the reins. “Qingzhi, I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” Chu Qingzhi waved to Tang Jinghong. She was reluctant to part with Tang Jinghong. She even wanted to accompany him to the capital.

Tang Jinghong became more distant, and when his figure disappeared, Chu Qingzhi returned home.

Looking at the prayer beads in her hand, she decided to cook something special for the young monk. It was also approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, a good time to make the little guy joyful.

Chu Qingzhi baked bread and biscuits with milk and made some vegetarian mooncakes. She summoned three eagles and sent the things to the young monk.

Tiannan Temple.

The young monk was sitting on the steps outside the meditation room. He was holding a vegetarian bun in each hand and eating it. His fair and tender face puffed out like a little squirrel.

In front of him stood a majestic eagle, accompanying him like a friend.

Suddenly, three eagles descended from the sky, each carrying a small basket in its beak.

When the young monk saw this scene, his eyes widened in shock.

The eagle standing in front of the young monk flew into the sky immediately, emitting a cry that seemed like cheering or welcoming. Finally, all four eagles landed in front of the young monk.

Three eagles placed the small baskets in front of the young monk. After a moment, they spread their wings and flew away.

The young monk understood that it was specially given to him.

“Is it you, Miss Chu, who sent the eagles to deliver these to me?” The young monk smiled happily, walked over, and brought the baskets into the meditation room.

He opened the basket and looked at it. “Eh? What are these? Why haven’t I seen them before?”

The young monk’s eyes, which were like black jade, were filled with curiosity.

There was another letter here.

He took out the letter and rushed out of the meditation room excitedly like a firecracker. He went to the abbot’s room.

“Master, look, Miss Chu has sent me a letter.”

The young monk was a child picked up by the abbot. When he was picked up, he was three and a half years old. The abbot saw that the little guy was pitiful, so he took him in as a disciple.

The abbot was doing his daily morning class when he was interrupted by the young monk.. “Who is Miss Chu?”