Qin Xiaoyu tilted her head, listening to her sister's explanation, and pondered, "How can a mirror know who is most beautiful?"
"It's not an ordinary mirror, it's a magical mirror," Qin Junyao continued to explain to Qin Xiaoyu.
"What is magic?"
"Sorcery, perhaps."
"Oh, so the magic mirror must be a mirror spirit that has cultivated sorcery."
Qin Junyao nodded, and it was not wrong to say so.
Years later, when the sisters truly understood that the magic mirror was not the same as the polished mirror, they would still recall this childish conversation, but by then the sisters were already thousands of miles apart.
Qian Duo's attempt at reconciliation had failed, and she had even lost a chicken, which made her very frustrated.
She thought carefully and felt she hadn't done anything to make Old Mrs. Qin wary of her.
The only impulsive behavior she could recall was the scene Zhao Rui had made that morning, but it didn't make sense for them to be wary of her and her aunt because of that.
She had no idea that the country folk she had thought of had already seen through their little schemes.
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The country folk, Grandma Qin, took the wild chicken to find Mother Qin, who was digging for wild vegetables nearby. It was perfect for stewing for lunch.
"Stew this chicken, and don't put in anything fancy," Grandma Qin handed the chicken by its neck to Mother Qin.
Mother Qin wiped her hands on her clothes, took the wild chicken, and said, "Alright, I'll add more water and make chicken soup."
"Stew chicken soup for what? Eating meat and just drinking soup is for the sick. Just stew the chicken, understand?"
"Mother, if we stew the chicken, how will so many people eat?"
Grandma Qin raised her hand and patted Mother Qin's shoulder. "This chicken was obtained by my granddaughter, why should I share it with others? Go stew the chicken, and ask fewer questions."
Seeing that her mother-in-law was clearly getting impatient, Mother Qin had no choice but to shut up, take the chicken, and leave.
Grandma Qin put her hands on her hips and frowned. She still had to reprimand the few people in the family, telling them to interact less with Qian Shi and her ilk. Learning to be good was difficult, but learning to be bad was just a thought.
In her opinion, fighting, cursing, petty theft, and selfishness were not considered "bad." A few beatings could correct them, and if they couldn't be corrected, they were just annoying. As long as their core was good, it was fine.
What she feared was them learning to secretly harm others, losing their conscience, and their core rotting, leading them to hell.
Worried that her children would go to hell after death, Grandma Qin picked up the shovel Mother Qin had dropped and continued to look for wild vegetables, sighing in her heart how difficult her life was. How could there be such a good mother and mother-in-law in the world?
Three days passed, and Qin Junyao could walk normally without any problems. Everyone packed their belongings and continued their journey.
In these three days, Grandma Qin earned another five taels of silver. This was less than the previous three days' five taels, but fortunately, they had eaten a few meals of wild boar meat.
The wild boar was hunted by Zhao Liangcai's men. It would have been unreasonable to ask Qian Shi for money again. Grandma Qin, in order to ensure the longevity of her business, was very reasonable this time and did not ask for money.
The journey had been delayed by three days. Doctor Sheng led the way and quickened their pace. He had been out with his child for some time, and if he returned too late, his family would worry.
Qin Junyao, walking in the middle of the group, was in a good mood. In the past three days, she had tidied up her space thoroughly, learned about many medicinal herbs, and even learned several methods for preparing them.
This would make it more convenient to sell medicinal herbs in the future.
"Sister Qin, I can't walk anymore," Fuzi had run over to play from behind that morning and hadn't gone back. Now he was holding Qin Junyao's hand and acting spoiled, not wanting to walk.
"I'll ask my brother to send you back to your brother," Qin Junyao said, looking to see who was closest to her.
"Sister, send me back," Fuzi dangled Qin Junyao's sleeve, not wanting her to call anyone.
Qin Junyao's shoulder almost popped out from Fuzi's tugging. She pulled her collar tightly. "Fuzi, be good. Sister is also tired from carrying the rabbit. Do you want Brother Da Niu or Brother Er Niu to send you?"
"Sister, send me. I'll help Sister hold the rabbit. Sister, send me back," Fuzi continued to tug at her sleeve, giving the impression that if she didn't send him, he wouldn't let go.
Mother Qin, walking behind, saw Fuzi looking pitiful and persuaded her daughter, "Junyao, your basket, Mother will hold it for you. You take Fuzi back."
Qin Junyao looked at Mother Qin, then at Fuzi, and sighed. It wasn't that she didn't want to send Fuzi, but she didn't want to see that Zhao Chui Zi.
During the three days she was recuperating, she could feel Zhao Liangcai trying to find opportunities to talk to her, and she just wanted to stay away from him.
"Sister, Sister, good Sister, send me back, send me back..."
"Alright, let go and I'll send you back," Qin Junyao really couldn't do anything about the child.
"Hooray!" Fuzi cheered, as if he had successfully completed a major task.
Qin Junyao took Fuzi and stood by the narrow path, which was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, waiting for Zhao Liangcai and his group to arrive so that Fuzi could be safely handed over to his relatives.
"Brother, I'm here," Fuzi waved to his brother, who was walking at the front.
Zhao Liangcai's mouth curved into a smile when he saw Qin Junyao standing next to Fuzi. He walked two steps quickly to get close to them.
"Brother, carry me," Fuzi held out his hand, indicating he really didn't want to walk anymore.
Zhao Liangcai, who had Fuzi on his back, wanted to speak to Qin Junyao but found that she had already turned and was chasing after the group ahead.
"Miss Qin, wait up. I have something to say. Miss Qin," Zhao Liangcai strode forward to catch up.
This way, the two of them ended up in the middle of the two groups, with only the leaders, Deng Zi Tui and a few others, able to see them.
"General Zhao, I have nothing to say to you," Qin Junyao blocked his path, preventing Zhao Liangcai from walking parallel to her.
"Miss Qin, you don't have to accept my apology, but don't you want the cleaver anymore?"
Qin Junyao stopped, turned around, and reached out her hand, without any extra movements or words.
"I don't have the cleaver with me."
"Miss Qin?" Zhao Liangcai looked at Qin Junyao, who had turned and walked away again, and rubbed his face.
How could this girl be so calm, as if nothing had happened? He had hugged her!
Although the posture wasn't very good, he had still hugged her, even saved her, so how could she care less than a cleaver?
"Brother, you're so stupid," Fuzi mocked him from Zhao Liangcai's shoulder.
"If you're so smart, then get your Sister Qin to talk to Brother," Zhao Liangcai still didn't understand why he insisted that Qin Junyao acknowledge him.
In fact, it would have been the most correct choice to befriend the Qin family, and first befriend the men of the Qin family.
In the past few days, he had his men help the Qin and Hou families hunt, and the relationship between the men was already quite good. Only Grandma Qin insisted on not traveling together.
However, he couldn't understand the reason for Qin Junyao's avoidance. There was no shyness, no anger, no annoyance, just a simple desire to stay away from him.
The more he thought about it in the past few days, the more uncomfortable he felt.
"Brother, hurry up, Brother Tui Zi is catching up. Let's rush, let's be at the front," Fuzi avoided answering his brother's question.
Although he was very smart, he couldn't make Sister Qin talk to his brother. He had tried, but it was no use.
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During their noon break, Qin Er Niu and the others had found quite a few bird eggs by climbing trees. Seeing the bird eggs, Qin Junyao thought of the red tomatoes in her space.
Her least favorite food was cilantro, and her favorite was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Sudan Fiction Network.
"Would it be strange if I took out tomatoes?" Qin Junyao was unsure and went to find Qin Sen.
"Call Uncle Third," Qin Sen scratched his scalp and told Qin Junyao to call him that.
"Uncle Third, aren't you itchy? Go wash up, there's a small pool over there," Qin Junyao looked at Qin Sen, who still looked like a refugee, and pointed him in a direction.
Qin Sen scratched his hair and then picked at his nails. "Niece, let's talk about your tomatoes first."