With that, Lu Yuan turned and headed back to the central courtyard. It really was chilly, coming out with just a greatcoat on.
The old steward was a little bewildered.
’How is it that my young master seems to know everything?’
’Was he really just a scholar before?’
’Don’t scholars... just read books? Where did he get all this ingenuity from?’
Of course, the old steward didn’t know that Lu Yuan possessed "Craftsmanship".
It was even less likely he’d know that before Lu Yuan transmigrated, he was a civil engineer who had even passed his certification exams.
The mory of those days of packing up and quitting the industry was a story full of tears.
Just as he returned to the central courtyard, Lu Yuan saw Song iqin coming out.
She was holding the rabbit Lu Yuan had brought back tonight in one arm and leaning on a walking stick with her other hand.
Having just stepped outside, Song iqin turned her head and called back to Zhao Qiao’Er in the house in a playfully chiding voice:
"Why are you following ? It’s not like I’m going to fall and kill myself!"
"Go on, get back inside. I want to have a private word with Yuan’Er. This isn’t for you to hear."
Zhao Qiao’Er huffed and shot Song iqin a look.
"I can’t be bothered with you!"
With that, she shut the door.
"What’s the matter, Aunt Song?"
Lu Yuan asked, quickening his pace to her side after seeing the exchange.
When Song iqin saw Lu Yuan approach, she smiled softly and said:
"You’re not wearing enough, you’ll catch a chill. Go back and put on so more clothes. I want to have a word with you."
But Lu Yuan replied imdiately:
"It’s fine, I’m not cold. Please, go ahead. Why did you bring the rabbit out?"
Song iqin thought for a mont before saying:
"Yuan’Er, I appreciate you going to all this trouble for ."
"But I don’t want to keep this rabbit."
Lu Yuan paused, taken aback. He reached out, picked up the rabbit by its two large ears to examine it, and couldn’t help but grin.
"I guess this little guy doesn’t really look like her, huh."
Song iqin looked at Lu Yuan and smiled warmly.
"That’s not it. It has nothing to do with the resemblance."
"And about the horse... don’t you worry about that anymore. I don’t want a new one."
"What’s past is past."
"Even if you could find a horse that looked exactly like Ying’Er, at the end of the day, it still wouldn’t be her."
"There’s no point in that."
Hearing Song iqin’s words, Lu Yuan nodded slowly.
"That makes sense."
"I was just worried you were upset, so I thought this might help."
"It’s for the best that you’ve co to terms with it. To be honest, I feel the sa way."
Song iqin smiled warmly at Lu Yuan and said:
"At my age, what is there I can’t co to terms with?"
"I’ve already made peace with things I never thought I would. What’s one more?"
Lu Yuan smiled and nodded, then held up the squirming, leg-kicking rabbit.
"So, what should we do with this one?"
"How about we roast it for dinner?"
Song iqin froze for a second, then gave Lu Yuan a light, reproachful tap on the arm.
"You rascal~"
"Can’t we just put it in the backyard with the ducks and the birds in the cage and all that?~"
"Are we really that desperate for at?"
Lu Yuan just chuckled.
"I was just teasing you, that’s all."
Hearing this, Song iqin couldn’t help but break into a warm smile.
"You little rascal~"
"Co on~ I’ll go with you."
Lu Yuan didn’t say anything more, simply supporting Song iqin as they walked toward the backyard.
Looking at the wooden splint on Song iqin’s leg, he asked curiously:
"What did the Physician say? When will it be healed?"
Song iqin thought for a mont and said:
"It’ll take a month or two, at least."
Lu Yuan nodded. ’Using a walking stick all that ti must be quite inconvenient.’
...
「A little past ten at night.」
Many villagers had gathered at the entrance to Changliu Village.
Although Su Liyan’s mother had insisted she wouldn’t accept any gifts from them, the villagers still felt they should co to see him off.
After all, Su Changliang was about to beco a Lord Official.
In all of Changliu Village’s history, not a single person had ever beco an official.
At that mont, Su Liyan’s mother looked at Su Changliang, who was sitting atop the ox-cart, and said with the utmost seriousness:
"When you get to the city, whatever your brother-in-law says, goes."
"If your brother-in-law says one plus one equals three, you’d better believe him. Do you hear ?!"
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