Mo Yan wanted to name the store, and ultimately decided on using her and her sisterâs name, calling it âThe YanLing Shopâ.
Lu Junming heard it and repeatedly praised the name. Mo Yan wanted to ask Mr. Cao to write the name of the store for display as her own calligraphy wasnât good. However, Lu Junming thought his handwriting was too utilitarian and wouldnât be good for this.
Mo Yan said resignedly, âThen Iâll hire someone to write it for me!â
He cupped his hands and bowed cheekily, âTheir words are lifeless. But if you ask me nicely, Iâll help you write your store display.â
âYou?â
She knew Lu Junming was literate, but was he really able to write a store display?
âShow me when we go back later!â
âAlright!â
Sir Lu knew Lu Junming had moved his birth mother here, but turned a blind eye and didnât ask about it. Therefore Lu Junming often moved between his grandfatherâs house and his birth motherâs house.
As he often wasnât home, Mrs. Liang didnât have to make them meals every day, and she felt guilty for receiving money from the Lu family. Additionally, she was busy making pickled vegetables recently and didnât have enough time to go to the Lu family. As winter was approaching, her coughing was steadily getting worse as well.
At the Lu family, Lu Junming took out an inkbrush and paper, putting it on the tea table in the courtyard. He lifted his brush and wrote âThe YanLing Shopâ on the piece of paper.
Sir Lu came over and said, âItâs not worse than Mr. Tianâs calligraphy.â
Mo Yan took a look at the words. They were elegant and graceful, completely suitable for being displayed in a shop!
âLu Junming, I didnât know you could do that.â
âThere are a lot of things I can do which you donât know about!â
She took the piece of paper, planning on hiring someone to make it the display of their shop name the next day.
Zhong Cheng had been reclaiming farmland these past few days, and Mo Yan had asked him to pick up the chinese foxgloves he dug up so they could plant it next spring. This piece of saltland wouldnât be able to grow any crops for now, so they could only plant what had originally grown there. As for how they grew, thatâd be determined by fate.
Mo Feng had been bored at home, so he also went to the fields to pick up the chinese foxgloves. He collected a small basketâs worth in the span of two days.
If they wanted to grow these, they had to be kept fresh. Mo Yan remembered what Mrs. Liang said about digging a vegetable cellar. If it could keep vegetables fresh, itâd be able to keep chinese foxgloves fresh as well.
The Ng family courtyard was very large, and Ms. Hua immediately agreed when she said she wanted to dig a vegetable cellar. However, it was tiring work, and Mo Ling had never done it before. As she didnât want to ask Zhong Cheng for help, she gritted her teeth and started digging, determined to do it on her own.
The soil in the courtyard was much harder than that in the piece of abandoned land, so she had to soften it using a pickaxe before digging it up. The vegetable cellar was supposed to be two metres in every dimension, but Mo Ling had only dug a foot down after working for half a day. At this rate, itâd take her three to four more days.
After digging for so long, Mo Ling was so tired she laid down on the courtyard, not wanting to move a muscle. Numerous blisters had grown on her hands.
She couldnât help but start venting like Mrs. Liang, âWhy did Mo Yan have to ask me to make a vegetable cellar? Is she trying to work us to death?â
âWhy didnât you tell me so I could help out?â
She didnât need to look to know it was Zhong Cheng. âWhy are you here again? And why do you keep clinging on to me?â
Mo Ling waved him off and went to the storefront, while he grabbed the pick and shovel to continue digging out the vegetable cellar.
When he was resting, Ms. Hua handed him a bowl of water and said, âYou must be Ms. Mo Lingâs future husband!â
After drinking the water, he simply smiled without saying anything, then went back to work.
Mrs. Liang had already gone back home, which left Mo Yan cleaning up in the storefront. She turned off the stove and put the wares inside the storefront.
Manager Liang from Shunlai Restaurant was buying grain from the nearby dry goods store. After letting his employees carry it back to the restaurant, he went over on his own.
He saw Mo Yan in the storefront, and the words âThe YanLing Shopâ displayed in it.
âYouâve even opened a shop, pretty impressive!â
She rolled her eyes at him and continued working, âThe larger the business the better. Weâve gone away from your restaurant and arenât taking your business, are you happy now?â
âWeâre all just doing honest work here.â [1]
He sidled closer and said, âYou even have seafood? Thatâs pretty impressive.â
âItâs from the Upper Valley, over a hundred kilometres away.â
âYouâre even importing food from the Upper Valley? You must have some pretty decent connections.â
âThese wares are someone elseâs, weâre joint partners with them.â
âDo you have the deed to your storefront?â
Manager Liang found his opportunity to strike after loitering around for so long. Mo Yan put down the cloth in her hand and smiled, âNo, this storefront doesnât have a deed. What are you going to do? Go tell the governing officials to take it down, I dare you!â
Mo Ling had come back then and stood outside the storefront, âIf you arenât buying anything, stop loitering around. Youâre affecting our business!â
He scurried away, and Mo Yan asked, âSis, have you finished digging the vegetable cellar?â
Mo Ling raised her blister-covered hands up, âBy the time Iâm done with it, Iâd have lost both of my hands!â
She sneaked a glance at the courtyard behind their storefront, âIs Zhong Cheng helping you?â
Mo Ling poked her in the forehead, âHeâs not helping me, heâs helping you. Youâre the one who wanted to dig the vegetable cellar, so youâre the one who owes him!â
âAlright then. Iâll give him some seafood for his family to taste later.â
âItâs not yours, how can you give it to someone else?â
Lu Junming had just come over and heard that Mo Yan owed someone, and said, âI have some pretty good fabrics at mine. It was initially planned to be used to make clothes for the New Year, but you can take it if you want.â
She shook her head and said, âIt wonât be necessary, but I want to take a look at that fabric.â
âThen follow me!â
After leaving Mo Ling to guard the storefront, she followed him to the courtyard they rented. It was two streets over, and its surroundings were peaceful. Inside, there was a pathway made of azure bricks, and fountains by each side.
There was a kitchen and a storage room, while the north roomâs door was intricately carved with flowers. It didnât look ordinary at all.
Lu Junming said while opening the door, âMum, Yanâerâs here!â
A warm voice came from inside, âCome in, take a seat!â
Mo Yan followed him inside. After remembering how his mother looked last time they met, she subconsciously fixed her hair before going inside. Then, she looked down and saw her wrinkled linen clothing.
Lu Junmingâs mother was inside. Not only did she look beautiful, she was also graceful in her actions.
âYanâer, welcome.â
There was a handkerchief in her hand as well, but instead of occasionally dabbling at her mouth with it like Mrs. Cao, she just held it in her hand.
Mo Yan greeted her properly, âGreetings, my lady.â
She slightly raised her head, âMy surname is Zhao, you can just call me Ms. Zhao.â
Post-edit notes: Hi! Hereâs an early chappie because Iâm spending time with some friends after school tomorrow, and Iâd feel bad not giving you something to gnaw on. Next chappie should be on Saturday, and thank you for reading!
[1] Your reminder that Manager Liang is a scumbag, if youâve forgotten.