A Small Farmer Girl 's Story of Making a Fortune by Farming

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　　"Squeak~"

　　The cicadas on the branches kept chirping. The setting sun stretched the small figure at the corner very long.

　　Shen Yao turned around, and his elongated figure quickly shortened again.

　　"It's what you deserve, well done!" Shen Yao raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of gloating.

　　It was a coincidence that she was free and was going to borrow some books from the Si family. When she turned the corner, she heard the man surnamed Yin gossiping about her Shen family.

　　She originally wanted to go out and have a verbal battle, but she didn't expect the aunts watching to start a fight first.

　　Seeing Yin Hongmei being beaten, Shen Yao felt extremely relieved, so he did not show up again and went to Si's house through a small path.

　　The Si family's house was still as magnificent as ever, with the front yard filled with flowers, plants and bonsai.

　　"You little girl, you still remember to come and see an old man like me. Come, take a look at my pot of flowers." Si Huaizhen put down the watering can and fiddled with his newly acquired camellia.

　　It was midsummer now, and the camellia's flowering period had long passed. Shen Yao couldn't tell the quality of a flower just by looking at its leaves.

　　However, Master Si took such good care of it, so he thought that the flower must be of a good variety, so he praised it, "It looks beautiful, with emerald green leaves. It will definitely look even more beautiful when it blooms!"

　　Ah……

　　Si Huaizhen shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Perhaps he had been alone for too long and was too lonely, so he found a little girl to accompany him to appreciate the flowers.

　　However, the little girl had grown a lot taller after not seeing her for two years. He still remembered that when she first came back, she was only that big, not even as tall as his knees.

　　Time really flies like an arrow.

　　"I heard from Xuanzhi that you never wrote back to him?"

　　Shen Yao helped Si Huaizhen water the flowers, nodding as he did so.

　　"Xuanzhi has a cold personality and rarely interacts with others. You are the only one who is close to him. He has been in Nanjing for two years. Whenever he writes back, he always sends you a letter. But you never write back to him, so I guess he is..."

　　"Grandpa Si, I can't write!" Shen Yao looked up and sighed helplessly.

　　"Hahahaha...you girl."

　　Si Huaizhen stroked his beard and laughed happily.

　　This girl is quite straightforward.

　　Shen Yao shrugged, feeling quite helpless. She could write Chinese characters, of course, but she couldn't write with a brush. Not to mention writing, even her pen-holding posture was wrong.

　　"There is a copybook in the study that Xuanzhi used to practice calligraphy. You can take it back and practice. By the way, what book are you looking for today, girl?"

　　"Travels in Qinghe, Brother Xuanzhi said that this book records the local customs and practices of various places, and it is very interesting, so I want to borrow it and read it."

　　"I'll ask Uncle Chen to get it for you."

　　Si Huaizhen asked the old housekeeper to help Shen Yao get the book, while Shen Yao watered the flowers leisurely. When he reached the base of the wall, he saw the patches of bright red flowers, and suddenly his eyes lit up.