The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 117: Make a Little Money_1

Li Qing and Han Mei went for a second round, and it was already past one in the morning.

Both of them were exhausted, like a pair of mashed mud, with no desire to move.

"Qingzi, I need to wash up; you’ve done so much, I feel it’s almost full," Han Mei said after resting for a while, trying to get up.

Too tired, she was drenched in sweat from head to toe, as if she had just been fished out of water.

Li Qing grinned wretchedly, still greedily clutching at Han Mei’s firm abundance.

"Auntie, next time I’ll aim to fill it up!"

Han Mei wrapped her arms around Li Qing’s head, pressing it against her bosom, "Then I would be so pleased."

The softness on his cheeks and Han Mei’s extra sincere words instantly made Li Qing feel restless again.

Such stimulating words, spoken so seriously by Han Mei, were like an aphrodisiac to Li Qing.

But this time, he truly couldn’t muster the strength for another round.

"Let’s go; let’s wash up," Han Mei said gently.

Li Qing got out of bed with her help, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, Han Mei’s legs gave out.

She chuckled with embarrassment, "My legs are so weak, Qingzi, you’re too much."

Li Qing chuckled and this time it was his turn to support Han Mei to the restroom.

After cleaning up, Han Mei left.

Li Qing tried to retain her, wishing Han Mei would spend the night at his place.

But Han Mei declined.

Han Mei herself said staying the night was fine, but she was worried about being spotted leaving in the morning, which might lead to misunderstandings.

That sentence sent Li Qing on an emotional roller coaster.

He thought about it and decided to drop the idea of spending the night with this graceful woman.

Han Mei was indeed in a precarious position; if they were seen, they would both be drowned in gossip.

That night, Li Qing had drained a tad too much of his energy.

The next morning, he unusually overslept.

Only when Han Mei’s knocking woke him up did he hurriedly get out of bed, tidied up the remains of last night’s battlefield a bit, and ran out to open the front door.

"You haven’t gotten up yet?" Han Mei entered and scanned Li Qing up and down, a hint of surprise in her expression.

In Han Mei’s memory, Li Qing never had the habit of sleeping in.

"It might be because of the wound. I did some running yesterday and somehow overslept this morning," Li Qing said with a smile, trying to cover up as he stealthily glanced around the main room to ensure no traces were noticeable.

"It might be a bit inflamed or something. You should do less and rest more. There’s no hurry with the current matters. There’s no need to push yourself so hard," Han Mei said softly.

"You go tidy up; I’ll make breakfast for you. Look at your hair, it’s like a chicken’s nest."

Li Qing rubbed his hair a couple of times, offering a sheepish smile.

It was Han Mei who had tousled it the second time around last night.

That serene woman, once she really let loose, was just as fierce as Auntie Caili.

Li Qing could genuinely say that last night he was conquered by Han Mei’s waist.

Breakfast was chicken soup with steamed buns and two side dishes.

"Sister-in-law, such a lavish breakfast?" Li Qing was surprised seeing the dishes on the table.

Han Mei chuckled lightly, "You’re injured. Eat well so you’ll recover faster."

Li Qing felt a sudden warmth in his heart, and he gently embraced Han Mei, "Sister-in-law, you’re so good to me."

"So, you still don’t really consider me your woman, do you?" Han Mei suddenly asked.

Li Qing was startled, "It’s the sister-in-law who has always been a bit taboo; I’ve been longing for it for a long time."

Han Mei chuckled, "So, your woman making you such a meal when you’re hurt, what’s so strange or fantastic about that? Hurry up and eat."

"Alright." Li Qing dared not say anything more, but he felt delighted inside.

The sister-in-law had actually said herself that she was his woman.

It seemed like she had truly gotten over that barrier in her heart.

"Sister-in-law, where is Tian Yue’e?" Li Qing asked as he stuffed a bun into his mouth.

"She’s already gone to the shed. She has to tend to those precious seedlings every day. Once she’s done, the two of us will go together to collect the leaves," Han Mei said softly as she chewed slowly on a bun and sipped some chicken soup.

"Sister-in-law, let’s leave the ones from our village till last," Li Qing said.

Thinking back to what had happened the day before, he felt annoyed.

With that kind of attitude, even if it was a small opportunity for profit, Li Qing didn’t want to give it to them.

Han Mei immediately guessed the reason and, lifting her eyelids slightly, she asked, "Because of what happened yesterday?"

Li Qing nodded, "I don’t care much about the cold words from the villagers usually."

"But their attitude towards Auntie Yu Lan yesterday made me truly understand ’the misfortunes of others,’ worrying it might one day be directed at me."

"But have you thought about it, if you don’t collect theirs, they’ll be even colder to us?" Han Mei pointed out.

Li Qing shook his head, "They’ll definitely know when we start buying in earnest. When they come to us then, we’ll buy it. Anyway, we can just say it’s more convenient to do it right at the doorstep, which is also easier to explain away."

Han Mei nodded, "Alright, then we’ll do as you say."

Li Qing hummed softly in agreement.

After breakfast, Li Qing and Han Mei stepped out together.

Li Qing called on Gao Li to collect Wenguan Leaves in Shanglin Village, while Han Mei went to Tian Yue’e’s house.

Gao Li, who had smoothly received two hundred yuan yesterday, clearly quickened his steps today and set off for Shanglin Village with Li Qing.

"Old village chief!"

Li Qing stood outside the high gate of the old chief’s house in Shanglin Village and shouted a few times, and the chief, dressed in his wrinkled Zhongshan suit, came out with a dry pipe in his mouth.

"Young man, you’ve come quite early!" The old chief said with a warm smile as he opened the door.

"I still have to go to several villages today, so I couldn’t come any later," Li Qing said. "Are the Wenguan Leaves ready?"

"Come in, young man, and see what you think of the quality of my family’s leaves. I’ll go notify the others," the old chief said, leading Li Qing and Gao Li into the yard while calling to his grandson to prepare food to entertain the guests.

In a corner of the yard, two wooden racks were neatly arranged, each loaded with bamboo baskets the size of face basins.

They looked like something from ancient times used for drying herbs, but Li Qing didn’t know their name.

Wenguan Leaves were drying inside those bamboo baskets, evenly spread out.

After inspecting them, Li Qing had to be satisfied; the quality and drying were flawless.

This was certainly a task for a connoisseur.

The old chief was a barefoot doctor, clearly knowledgeable about handling Wenguan Leaves.

It wasn’t long before the rest of the villagers arrived, too.

Compared with the old chief, the others’ leaves were clearly of mixed quality.

But there was a truly large quantity of them.