Through Geng Erhong, her personal grapevine, Yunyi had learned everything that had happened lately at the Zhiqing Point. She understood it all very clearly.
She felt fortunate that there hadn’t been enough space for her on the kang bed, allowing her to keep her distance from that place of disputes and trouble.
Geng Erhong helped Yunyi chop the vegetables and said, "Put simply, that Zhiqing Point is like a large stage where one person’s show ends just as another’s begins. I’d love to move out too, but unfortunately, I don’t have the means. It’s really frustrating."
Yunyi had no response to that, so she pretended not to understand.
Geng Erhong naturally had her own ulterior motives when she spoke; she was merely testing the waters. Seeing that Yunyi didn’t respond, she dared not say more.
After dinner, the two chatted for a while longer before Yunyi saw Geng Erhong out.
But as she watched Geng Erhong walk away and was about to turn back to the courtyard, she caught a glimpse of a figure darting past in the distance, heading south.
She couldn’t help but look in that direction a few more times. The figure, coming from the direction of the Zhiqing Point, seemed familiar, but she couldn’t immediately recall who it was.
Watching the figure disappear, she thoughtfully retracted her gaze and turned back into the yard.
After closing the courtyard gate, she glanced at the neighboring yard, noticing that Liu Cheng’s place was still dark and unlit.
This man, injured as he was, still couldn’t keep still.
Shaking her head, she entered the house, closed the door, drew the curtains, and then went into the ’space.’
She had harvested a good amount of shepherd’s purse in the space over the past few days. Today, she saw it had grown lush and green. She planned to make herself a meal of shepherd’s purse and meat dumplings once the seventh day of the first lunar month had passed.
As more and more plants were cultivated in the space, even the air seemed to have become fresher. Or perhaps it was just her imagination.
Either way, it felt thoroughly refreshing.
Today, she entered with a mission in mind. She went to the Stone House kitchen, grabbed a big basin, then fully equipped herself for honey harvesting.

Getting monofloral honey would be quite difficult, considering the limited variety and quantity of nectar-producing plants currently in the space.

After a good half-day of work, she finally filtered a small basin of creamy-white snow honey, filling the house with the faint aroma of basswood flower honey.
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