Mo Yanâs ducks had grown their flight feathers and could be released into the pond now. She took the ducks there; the combined weight of twenty ducklings and their duck cages were a bit too much for her, so she dragged them there.
âYanâer, be careful not to break the duck cages.â
That was Mo Yanâs second grandma. She was holding a clay pot to fill pond water into.
She held the clay pot with one hand and helped Mo Yan carry the duck cages with the other, walking to the side of the duck cage.
They put down the duck cages in an area that wasnât too slippery. At first, the ducklings were scared to enter the water and quacked loudly, refusing to swim. They kept flapping their wings and trying to return to the shore. Mo Yan kept pushing them back into the water, âSwim quick! Thereâs fish in the water, go and eat them!â
After this back and forth happened several times, the ducks finally took a liking to the water and started playing around in the pond. After all, nothing can stand before a natural affinity with something!
Mo Yan was worried about the ducklings, so she didnât take a break under the shade of the willow trees. Instead, she looked at them from the shore and encouraged them from the shore. She even clapped her hands while doing so.
âDucklings, you can do it!â
âDucks have a natural affinity for swimming. Do they need to be encouraged?â
Second grandma went back home after getting the pond water, so whoâs speaking? Mo Yan looked to the side. The person speaking was a youth. He looked familiar, but she couldnât figure out where she saw him.
The youth spoke, âMy nameâs Lu Junming.â
No wonder he looked familiar. So he was the one who was standing on the other side of the pond that day, the one who Mo Yanâs second grandma said was Mr. Luâs grandson.
Lu Junming didnât look bad, but Mo Yan thought his eyes were dull and lacking in spirit, unlike Cao Zhang and his shining eyes.
She had previously heard her second grandma say he only arrived at Chenzhong Village recently, so the people in the village probably didnât know him well. So Mo Yan became braver and she wasnât afraid of speaking the wrong things and letting something slip.
âWhere are you from?â Mo Yan asked.
âUpper Valley. Itâs around a hundred kilometres from here.â
âThatâs really far away. How did you get here?â
âHorseback.â
Mo Yanâs second grandma had also previously said his dad was a famous general, so he probably had a good upbringing. You could already tell by his clothes. Instead of wearing linen clothes, he wore cotton brocade, which was tough and more practical than silk brocade. Aside from that, the piece of jade on his waist was high-quality and finely carved. It definitely cost a lot.
On the other hand, she was wearing coarse linen clothes. Not only did they not look good, they were also incredibly wrinkled. His familyâs servants might actually wear better clothes than her.
âWhy are you always around this lake?â Mo Yan asked.
âItâs peaceful here.â
âSo does that mean Iâm disturbing your peace?â
âThis pond isnât mine.â
Looking at the big-eyed and sharp-tongued girl called Mo Yan, Lu Junming softened a little and a faint smile appeared on his face.
She continued, âIf you come here so often, why donât you grab a fishing rod and go fishing? Itâs a pretty good way to spend time.â
His eyes brightened, âI never thought of that. There are fish in this pond?â
She nodded. âYeah, Iâve seen them before. But they arenât very large.â
The next day, Mo Yan came over to check on the ducks and saw Lu Junming again.
He had found a fishing rod and started fishing under the shade. It might be because he didnât know how to fish, or maybe there werenât any big fish in the pond, but he never caught a single fish.
He didnât speak and just stared at the surface of the water, like something was troubling him.
He was from the city, so heâd probably seen more than most people from the village. Mon Yan thought, Why donât I ask him how to make money? [1]
âLu Junming, do you know any good money-making methods?â
Mo Yan hated calling anyone and everyone Mister, which made a perfectly good honorific become akin to a joke. Since they werenât familiar, why not just call him by his name? After all, she wasnât afraid of him going to the village and telling people she had no manners.
Lu Junming didnât object to her calling him that either, and later on called her by her name directly as well.
When hearing her question, he couldnât help but scrunch up his brow, âItâs not going to be easy to use any good money-making methods without any start-up money. Youâd be better off learning a trade.â
A trade? Aside from sewing and embroidery, what trades can girls in this era learn?
âSo what should I do?â
âIn the Upper Valley, there are seamstresses who sew and embroider. There are waitresses in restaurants, who know how to make and serve tea. There are female workers in all walks of life. Even if your family has a business, the women can also help manage it.
âWhat does your family do?â
Lu Junming froze for a second before replying, âMy dadâs a minor official in an administrative office.â
Who would believe that! You could tell from his clothes alone. They werenât something normal people could afford. It was obvious his family was well-off, but if he didnât want to tell her, Mo Yan would pretend she didnât know.
âIf I go to the Upper Valley one day, can I come find you?â
âSure. After all, weâre friends,â Lu Junming said warmly.
Mo Yan could see there was something on his mind, but she didnât want to ask him directly.
âIâve heard a saying that there is no question in the world that canât be solved.â
Knowing that she wanted to understand him more, he replied, âSo why donât you tell me a joke and see if you can make me laugh.â
So Mo Yan told him a few jokes.
Lu Junming smiled so much his eyes became slits and his teeth showed. Looking at his much brighter expression, Mo Yan felt happier as well. She doesnât have many friends here and she was afraid to speak to anyone freely. The only person she could speak her mind to was him.
The days following, she told him more jokes and stories, none of which he had heard of. They talked and laughed by the shores of the beach.
Lu Junming didnât seem like he had as much on his mind anymore, and he joked, âMo Yan, why not be a storyteller? Youâre good at telling stories and you can make money from it.â
Telling stories? Well, if telling a few stories could earn them some money, Mo Ling wouldnât have to work so hard. With how weak my body is, itâs not like I can do anything else.
During dinner, Mo Feng said excitedly, âA storytellerâs arrived. Eat quickly so I can go see him!â
Every year after the harvest, Chenzhong Village would invite a storyteller to tell stories as a way to celebrate. Everyone sat down on the threshing field and listened to stories. It was a great way to rest and relax.
Mo Yan turned to look at her sister, who hastily shovelled the food into her mouth while saying, âYanâer, Iâll go with you.â
After eating dinner, Mo Ling didnât even clean up and pulled Mo Yan to the threshing field, with little straw mats in her hand.
Mo Yan asked, âWill mum yell at you for just leaving like that?â
Mo Ling smiled, âShe can yell all she wants, I canât hear her at all.â
The threshing field was at the south of the village and wasnât far away from the Mo family. By the time they arrived, there were already children finding good spots to listen to the storytellerâs tales.
There were many straw mats on the field. The two found a good spot and laid their straw mats on the ground.
It was the new moon, but the sky was clear and full of stars. It made anyone who saw it marvel at its beauty.
Post-edit notes: Sorry for the late update, I was sick with Covid. Iâm recovered now and there will be more updates, donât worry.
[1] Also, I just realised the italics mightâve looked weird, but theyâre just used to denote Mo Yanâs thoughts without writing something like âMo Yan thoughtâ.