After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

The mold for pressing mung bean cakes needs to be carved with exquisite patterns. Song Huiling didn't know how good He Zhan's carving skills were, but she still communicated the general style she wanted to him in detail.

Song Huiling wanted to make three different molds with words on them, namely, wealth, fortune and treasure.

He Zhan felt strange. Looking at the design pattern of Song Huiling, he asked in confusion: "Did you fall out of a purse? Why are all the words you think of related to money? I think words like safe and healthy have good meanings."

Song Huiling intended to sell the mung bean cakes she made at Turing Pass. Most of the people who came and went there were small vendors who were looking for money, so it was natural that the words on the mung bean cakes would appeal to them.

Even though her relationship with He Zhan had warmed up a bit, Song Huiling didn't want to mention the business at this moment. She didn't show any fear on her face and said confidently, "Yes, I fell out of a money bag. Everyone loves money, and I am no exception."

Hearing this, He Zhan lowered his eyes, looking thoughtful.

Song Huiling knew at a glance that he was thinking about making money by performing military exploits again, so he quickly waved his hand in front of him to interrupt his thoughts: "Don't even think about it!"

He Zhan raised his eyes and met Song Huiling's gaze, his eyes full of sharpness: "I know what you want to do. I, Song Huiling, am not so crazy as to exchange my husband's life for money. You are guilty of this too!"

Song Huiling stood with his hands on his hips, looking fierce, but he did not have much deterrent effect on He Zhan.

He Zhan felt warm in his heart, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose a little. Then he heard Song Huiling change the subject and said, "Of course, if the money you get in return is enough for me to live a worry-free life, then it is still worth risking your life for."

He Zhan: “…”

He Zhan made the small cabinet and mold that Song Huiling wanted, and the mung bean cake tasted very good.

Everything is ready except for the tea. During dinner, Song Huiling mentioned that he wanted to go up the mountain to pick some Mingqian tea.

Yang immediately said that she could go up the mountain with them. She would go up the mountain every year to pick some wild tea leaves and knew where the tea trees were. However, due to various things this year, she had not had time to go up the mountain.

He Zhan was a little puzzled and said, "If you want to drink tea, there are tea shops in the county town. The tea they roast is no worse than the tea you drink in Beijing."

No one in the family knew how to roast tea leaves. Even if they picked fresh buds from the mountains, they were only coarse tea, which could not be compared with the finished tea that Song Huiling drank in Beijing.

He Zhan didn't want to let Song Huiling feel wronged, and his family could still afford the money for one or two taels of tea.

Song Huiling smiled faintly and said half jokingly: "Maybe the quality of the tea leaves I roasted is better than those sold in tea shops."

It’s not that she didn’t think about going to the tea shop to buy some finished tea for her stall.

However, the tea sold in tea shops is relatively expensive, and it is not cost-effective to use it to set up stalls. In addition, she has some thoughts when selling the tea she roasted herself.

There were many traveling merchants coming and going at Turing Pass, including those who made a living by selling tea.

The reason why she wanted to sell her homemade tea there was that she wanted people to know that there was someone like her in Qingyuan County and that the tea she roasted was of good quality.

Itinerant merchants have a wide range of activities, almost all over the country, and are simply mobile promotional signs.

The reason why she was so confident was that she inherited the skills from a master in her previous life and practiced hard with the master for five or six years. Her tea-frying skills were recognized by the master.

Song Huiling doesn't dare to say that her tea-roasting skills are the best, but roasting a decent tea is not a problem.

He Zhan didn't take Song Huiling's words to heart. He just thought she was just trying to satisfy her momentary desire. After all, frying tea and cooking are different.

The next day, after breakfast, Yang took Song Huiling and A'mo to the mountains to pick tea leaves.

Logically speaking, He Zhan still has one day left of rest, so he should also accompany them up the mountain.

However, there was an order from the captain that he must return before noon on the last day of his rest. Song Huiling and her companions would not be able to come down the mountain without half a day's effort.

He Zhan thought that with Yang and A'mo around, nothing serious would happen, so he left home with the three of them and parted ways at the village gate.

Before leaving, He Zhan promised Song Huiling that he would apply to the Qianhu Suo after returning to the county town and strive for the opportunity to go home at night.

But Song Huiling's answer was very perfunctory: "My husband, a man should focus on his career and not be tied down by love affairs. It doesn't matter whether you come home or not. Anyway, you are only on duty for three months, and it will be over after a while. We will miss you very much at home."

He Zhan's eyes twitched slightly. He didn't see any reluctance on Song Huiling's face. He couldn't help pinching her face and said helplessly with gritted teeth: "Don't worry, even if I can't apply, I will find a way to find time to come back to see you. The county town is not far from home."

When they were some distance away from He Zhan, he still looked back from time to time. Song Huiling took out a small handkerchief from somewhere, waved it in the air, and then covered her face with a look of rage, sobbing and saying, "Husband, take care~"

He Zhan laughed softly a few times, and without staying for another second, turned and left.

The tall figure gradually disappeared from sight. Song Huiling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, folded the small handkerchief carefully, and regained her cheerful expression. She lifted the bamboo basket at her waist and said to Yang and A'mo, "Mom, A'mo, let's go too."

All the changes in her expression were seen by A'mo. A'mo scratched his head and wondered whether Sister Hui Ling was sad or happy.

Yang led the way, and the three of them went up the mountain slowly.

Song Huiling thought that there was only one wild tea tree that Yang was talking about. When she arrived at the place, she was so shocked that her eyes almost fell out.

Hidden under the woods, there is a group of wild tea trees, and one of the tea trees is particularly tall, with lush branches and leaves that seem to block out the sun.

With this tea tree as the center, there are many small tea trees scattered around.

Ah Mo stood under the tallest tea tree and climbed up the tree when Yang called him down anxiously: "Hurry up and come down. This is an ancient sacred tree. The tea leaves on it cannot be picked!"

A'mo had just climbed up when he heard Yang's words and quickly slid down the tree trunk.

Song Huiling looked up and wondered why the other tea trees had more or less signs of being picked, but the buds and leaves of this ancient tree seemed untouched. Perhaps this was a rule agreed upon by the locals.

Ah Mo came down from the old tree and found another tea tree of medium height. Just as he was about to climb up, Yang called him down again: "Ah Mo, hurry up and come down. This tea tree has only the best buds and leaves. Don't ruin it."

After being interrupted twice in a row, A'mo no longer dared to act rashly. He walked up to Song Huiling and looked at her with a nervous expression.

Even if he didn't say anything this time, Song Huiling could tell from the confusion in his eyes what question he wanted to ask: What did he do wrong this time?