The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1200: Can’t You See It?

Chapter 1200: Chapter 1200: Can’t You See It?

Those days were tight, but they were full and nostalgic.

Now, with more silver at home, we can buy food and everything else directly; we don’t need to trade with game anymore. It feels like without having to worry about those little things, the intimacy between family members isn’t what it used to be.

"Nonsense, boy, what are you babbling about!"

Lu Qiubo glared at him irritably, really wanting to slap his grandson.

"Your Brother Molian has a lot on his plate; he doesn’t have time to mess around with you on the mountain. Even the teachers from school have come to say that you’re the only one not taking studies seriously. Soon even Qing’er will surpass you."

Lin Changhong: "..."

As if the teacher would say that about him, who didn’t know that he was the fastest at learning characters in school? Once done, he could go do other things, right?

Moreover, he had other books Sangsang had given him to read, not just the few characters from school. Of course, sometimes he’d be out of sight—what was so strange about that?

"Granny, I’m your grandson after all, can’t you save me some face? Besides, I wasn’t wrong. Even if Brother Molian is busy and can’t go to the mountain, I can. Why must we spend silver unnecessarily?"

He pouted and said.

"You..."

Lu Qiubo was really at her wit’s end with this grandson, guessing it was these past few months of keeping too tight a rein on him that did it.

"Who told you to not get up in the morning? Sangsang left early with your Brother Molian for the mountain. They should be bringing back game soon."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Changhong nearly jumped up.

"How could they do this, going to the mountain without telling me? They should have at least taken me with them."

Hearing this, Lu Qiubo shot him an irritated glance.

Molian had been away so long and now that he’s back, taking Sangsang to the mountain was a chance to bond. Bringing Changhong along... what was that supposed to mean?

She’d never seen an older brother so lacking in tact. Was he trying to get Sangsang into some kind of trouble?

"You stay at home, and don’t you dare go anywhere!"

She instructed.

"I..."

Lin Changhong opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Why can everyone else go out while he has to be cooped up at home? Didn’t they see Qing’er went to Uncle Jin’s to watch pig slaughtering?

"Granny, if I can’t go to the mountain, can I at least go over to Uncle Jin’s?" he asked.

"Go where? Your Third Uncle and Brother Changfeng are already there. If you’re so bored at home, go fish some more on Manghuang Mountain. Just drying this little amount of fish won’t be enough to last."

Lu Qiubo said.

"What?"

Lin Changhong was flabbergasted.

Looking at the yard nearly blanketed with dried fish—enough to last a whole year—and she wants him to catch more?

"Granny, there’s so much fish already, can we finish them?"

"How can we not finish them? When Molian leaves next year, he’ll need to take some with him. We’ll give some to the villagers, too. How much can be left?" Lu Qiubo said.

"Not just fish, we can also get some shrimp. Sangsang loves eating shrimp. Haven’t you, her brother, noticed? Next year, she’ll surely want to take some with her."

"Oh, that makes sense."

Lin Changhong nodded. He knew that his little sister loved shrimp; it’s just that the shrimp in the ponds on Manghuang Mountain were not that big.