Leisurely mountain village

Five minutes later, an old man walked in and asked, "Is anyone here for a massage?"

"Yes, sir, please come upstairs." The young woman, Sister Qian, was alone in the shop, so she could only close the roller shutter and lead the old man upstairs.

Ten or twenty minutes later, the old man came downstairs satisfied, paid 298, Qian opened the door, he greeted her, patted her on the butt, and left.

The young woman shook her wrist. "It's so sore."

After Ye Huan finished eating his noodles and got home, he took his hammer and went to the hut to work. He worked for an hour, hammering the things, then sharpening them on the whetstone to check their sharpness. He then put everything into his spatial storage, leaving the remaining half-pound of iron nails untouched.

It was already 3 p.m. when he finished. He pulled out a deck chair from the shed, lay down, and Zidian jumped onto its owner's chest and lay down. Ye Huan stroked its little head, his eyes vacant and his mind blank.

For some reason, Ye Huan suddenly thought of his ex-girlfriend who had calmly told him she didn't want to live a poor life. He shook his head. Had he been seduced and gotten carried away today? Why was he having such wild thoughts?

Actually, he was wronged. Although he and his ex-girlfriend dated for three years in college, held hands, and kissed, they didn't go all the way, so he is still a virgin, as the saying goes.

"Looks like it's time to find a girlfriend." Ye Huan looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "But these things aren't something you can just have whenever you want. How do I pursue a girl? Who should I pursue? Sigh..."

Ye Huan's sigh dispelled her thoughts once again.

Seeing that it was almost five o'clock, Ye Huan went down the mountain and met her grandfather at the foot of the mountain. "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Ye Huan looked at what his grandfather was looking at at the foot of the mountain and asked.

“A wild boar came down last night,” Ye Wuju said to his eldest grandson, pointing to the footprints on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Ye Huan squatted down beside her grandfather and looked at the footprints on the ground. "Hmm, they're from wild boars, but they came down and went back without doing anything? That doesn't fit their character, no, their boar character."

"You said before that your nearly 800-year-old wild ginseng was compensated to you by a wild boar weighing over 700 jin?" Ye Wuju stood up and looked at his grandson.

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to fight since it had a whole family, mainly because it's quite big. But when it saw Disco and Saihu, it attacked, but it couldn't outrun them, so I threatened it. Hehe." Ye Huan still wanted to laugh when he thought about that day.

"That's probably the guy. Judging from the footprints, he's quite heavy. He probably came over, sensed your presence or smelled your scent, and then left," Grandpa nodded and speculated.

"Maybe, but never mind, I'll go into the mountains to look for it sometime and talk to it. Besides, if it was it last night, judging from how it retreated, it probably won't come back. It's quite sensible," Ye Huan said with a smile.

Ye Wuju nodded in agreement. Only this explanation could account for why the wild boar retreated without causing any trouble.

"Grandpa, let's go home for dinner." Since Ye Huan came back, the old man has not cooked alone anymore, and Ye Huan won't allow it either. Before his parents came back, he would cook, or his grandfather would help him stew a pot.

After her parents returned, they took over the reins of the household without Ye Huan asking any questions. She just needed to eat on time.

Now that the family has hired five or six more people, his parents have an even easier time. So Ye Huan never tries to show off in front of his mother, saying that he cooks because he's lazy, haha.

The only annoying thing is that my parents always bring up marriage during meals. For example, it started again tonight. They held back yesterday because we had guests.

Ye Huan had just finished drinking with his grandfather and downed a bottle of "Chuang Tianya" when his mother spoke up: "You're always running around aimlessly, don't you ever find a girlfriend to date? You're 27 already, do you still think you're 20?"

"I..." Ye Huan was speechless and choked up, burying her head in her food.

“That’s right, look at the village, everyone your age has children. Everyone my age has grandchildren.” Ye Dafa rarely had the chance to complain about his son.

"Tiger and Bull are both single," Ye Huan said, raising his head.

"I can't beat you to death, how can you compare to them? You brute bull orphan, don't you know what kind of situation Tiger's family is in?" Ye Dafa reached out to slap his son, but was blocked by Ye Wuji's outstretched chopsticks.

“说话喜欢动手的臭毛病和谁学的？我以前揍你，也没在饭桌上揍过啊，娶老婆是人生大事，不选好了，找个泼妇回来整天和你们唱反调，你们心里就舒坦了？”老爷子说道。

Ye Huan lowered her head, suppressing a laugh, and secretly gave her grandfather a thumbs up. "Grandpa is awesome!"

Jingjing didn't know what the adults were talking about, but when she saw her uncle smile, she smiled too.

Ye Huan rewarded her with a rabbit leg. As long as she laughed with him, she was one of his own. The rabbit was delivered by the wolf today. Ye Huan wasn't home this morning, so the wolf sent it to his grandfather. His grandfather brought it over and instructed Bai Jie on how to cook it.

When it comes to preparing wild game, no one can surpass Ye Wuwei; this is a consensus within a radius of a hundred miles.

During this time, the old man has been frequently instructing Bai Jie on how to cook wild game. According to him, even if she can no longer grow vegetables, she can still make a living with this skill.

Of the eight brothers' two grandsons, only Bai Jie's deceased husband was someone the old man truly admired. Therefore, he generously offered his teachings and assistance to this grandson's wife.

After Ye Huan found out, she talked to her grandfather and praised him, saying that many things are lost because the older generation likes to keep them and is unwilling to pass them on to future generations.

However, Ye Huan also agreed to his grandfather's decision to keep his secret recipe. The main reason was that society was too materialistic these days, and people would do anything for money. Many good medicine recipes had been sold to the Japanese, which made him unhappy.

"I have to meet the right person first. Do you think I can just go out on the street and pick someone up to marry? Even if I dared to marry her, would you dare to let her into the house?" Ye Huan comforted her parents with a smile.

"Don't worry, when the time is right, we'll get married naturally. These things can't be rushed."

Ye Huan's parents stopped talking about it, but whether they would talk about it again in a few days was another matter.

“Your fifth uncle’s shop has been selling 300 pieces of fruit a day for the past few days, and it’s not enough to meet demand. Didn’t you say you couldn’t sell them all?” Ye Dafa asked.

"Just trying something new. Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year? The county town is so big, there must be some rich people who want to treat themselves." Ye Huan said nonchalantly, "Don't order more, just 300 a day, we'll sell them as long as we can."

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.” Ye Dafa completely followed his son’s advice on these matters. Professional things should be left to professionals. He was good at farming and delivering goods, but he wouldn’t bother with anything else.

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