After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 126: Cultivate Well

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Cultivate Well

Su Yu’s frankness left Jiang Xiehe with no reason to rebut, so he could only nod in agreement, "Alright, alright, I’ll listen to your arrangements."

At the moment of farewell, Su Yu reiterated, "Starting today, try not to let Yueyue work in the fields anymore. It’s best to have her stay at home to avoid direct exposure to the harsh sun. That way, her skin can be better protected."

Jiang Xiehe promised repeatedly, his eyes filled with dreams for his daughter’s future.

In order to restore his daughter’s beauty, any sacrifice seemed trivial, especially when it was just sparing her the hardship of agricultural labor.

Deep down, he had always felt for his daughter’s toil but found it hard to go against her stubbornness.

Now, with the help of Su Yu’s words, he could rightfully allow his daughter to recuperate at home. After all, even the most diligent girl longs for her own moments of beauty.

Watching the figures of the Jiang family receding into the distance, Su Yu quietly conceived of a way to make a fortune.

Since ancient times, the pursuit of beauty has been an unchanging theme for women, and this was undoubtedly a market brimming with potential.

Even though she couldn’t sew lavish clothes by hand, she could utilize her medical skills and deep understanding of herbs to create skincare products with ancient formulas.

Skin problems trouble everyone, and while cases as severe as Yueyue’s were rare, nearly everyone’s skin has its unique worries and needs. The market was vast, as one could imagine.

Touching her own face, which had become dry and itchy from recent exposure to the elements, Su Yu became more convinced of her idea.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she took immediate action, collecting and organizing various herbs for different skin problems, carefully categorizing them and labeling clearly to avoid confusion.

Time flew by, and it was soon noon. The next task was to grind these herbs into a fine powder, a time-consuming and laborious process.

An idea flashed through Su Yu’s mind, and she decided to ask Jiang Ziling for help.

After all, apart from embroidering inside the house, he seemed to have little else to do, and prolonged needlework was bad for the eyes anyway.

A faint joy bubbled up in Jiang Ziling’s heart. He was quite content with the task of grinding the medicine.

The work did not require any great skill, just the patience to rotate the grinder over and over, and time would bring about the creation of fine powder. He enjoyed the tranquility and focus that came with the process.

Jiang Family’s courtyard seemed shrouded in an intangible gloom these past few days. San Ya and Xixi, who used to frolic and play, no longer chased each other, lending a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Xixi seemed to mature overnight, taking on responsibilities beyond her years. As she quickly bustled about, she would occasionally stop to help with whatever small tasks she could manage in the household. The earnestness and maturity she displayed were both heart-wrenching and reassuring.

In Su Yu’s mind, it seemed sensible to start nurturing Xixi’s talents at her young age.

By the next market day, she would pick out a good mortar for her, thereby adding another pair of diligent hands to help around the house. At this thought, Su Yu’s lips curled into a smile, and she mentally added, and as for that little rascal San Ya, always eager for a free meal, she’d need to prepare one for her too. She can’t eat without putting in some work. It could be fun for her, too.

At that moment, San Ya sneezed loudly indoors, blissfully unaware that she had become the focus of someone’s concern.

She glanced curiously outside, her heart filled with longing for the fun times with Xixi and the warm, delicious meals at her Second Aunt’s house.

However, with the unfortunate death of her Third Uncle, her mother strictly forbade them from going out on their own. This fear of the unknown and respect for the rules caused even the usually lively San Ya to become unexpectedly well-behaved.

The word ’death’ seemed to have planted a seed of reverence in her young heart, teaching her to be restrained and obedient.

Lady Zhao was deeply affected by this incident, spending her days in bed, seemingly devoid of the vitality to live; the once bustling home was now reduced to silence and sorrow.

Although Jiang Xunzhong was also immersed in grief, sighing like a shadow that followed him, he still forced himself to endure the inner pain and shakily brought Jiang Ziling a pair of canes.

At the sight of the figure propped up by the cane at the door, Jiang Ziling’s first thought was to politely refuse.

"I don’t need this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Yu agilely took the cane and interrupted him with a slightly forceful tone, "Oh, thank you so much, with your family going through such a hardship and still thinking of our Ziling, you’re really considerate."

The words weren’t tactful, even cruelly touching on Jiang Xunzhong’s unhealed wounds, but Su Yu had her reasons for this approach.

After all, it was hard to sympathize with Jiang Youfu’s fate because of his actions when he was alive.

Jiang Xunzhong’s cheeks trembled slightly, he opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately turned and left without a word, leaving behind a lonely silhouette.

It was only after he had walked far away that Su Yu dropped her puzzled expression and asked Jiang Ziling, "Isn’t this exactly what you need? Why did you decline it?"

"What... do I need?"

Jiang Ziling felt puzzled by Su Yu’s unexpected change of subject.

Su Yu patiently explained, "I mean, the cane is perfect for your current situation, why not accept it?"

Jiang Ziling pressed his lips together firmly, "Belated concern has lost its value."

"Whether it has value or not, isn’t it good if it’s useful?"

Su Yu responded confidently, "Besides, it’s what he owes you, just accept it gracefully."

Jiang Ziling offered a helpless smile and didn’t continue to argue.

Over the years, the scolding and contempt from Lady Zhao left a scar in his heart that wasn’t even a fraction of the pain from Jiang Xunzhong’s indifference.

This indescribable pain made it difficult for him to let go and simple to refuse this belated kindness.

Su Yu was well aware of Jiang Ziling’s internal struggle and pain, she hoped that Jiang Ziling could be more forgiving towards himself as not all parents are capable of giving their children sufficient love and understanding.

Although she could not offer hollow words of comfort, she understood that Jiang Ziling’s self-punishment was also a form of unconscious self-harm.

Often, the best retaliation isn’t to meet blow for blow, but to show an indifference that demonstrates complete unconcern.

This indifference, like a spring breeze brushing over the hills, doesn’t take a cloud with it, yet it’s enough to make those attempting to stir up trouble feel inconsequential.

However, everyone has their own worries and suffering. Su Yu knew this well, and although she couldn’t weave a comforting garland of words for Jiang Ziling’s melancholy, she could offer warmth with her actions.

She gently patted Jiang Ziling’s sturdy shoulder, her tone infused with a hint of teasing and optimism.