Yan Li felt that coaxing this chubby girl to practice martial arts was like looking for trouble.
However, seeing that the girl had excellent bone structure and extraordinary talent, he endured it!
Jiang Wan, having successfully angered him, sat contentedly under a tree, enjoying the shade and snacks.
She had to admit, this Uncle Yan was truly dedicated to Gu Chenzhou's health. Look at these exquisite snacks; they were clearly bought from the best pastry shops in the city.
Yan Li couldn't stand her leisurely demeanor. He waved his fan, "Go, go, go, why aren't you running more? Otherwise, when will your Qinggong be mastered?"
Jiang Wan slowly picked up a bean from the plate, tossed it into the air, and then caught it with her mouth. "What's the rush? I'm only five years old, not fifty. I have plenty of time in this life. What, Uncle, are you afraid you won't live to see the day I succeed?"
Yan Li's fists clenched, his face turned green, and cold air crackled around him.
Even the usually carefree Er Lang sensed something was wrong and quickly ran to Jiang Wan's side, afraid Yan Li would hit the child.
But Jiang Wan acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to toss and catch beans, enjoying herself immensely.
Yan Li, his face green, stood up and left without looking back, afraid he would be so angered by this chubby girl that he would spit blood if he stayed any longer.
Jiang Wan tossed the last bean into her mouth, clapped her hands, and stood up. "Look at this petty person. It's okay if I move, right?"
With that, Jiang Wan began to run around the yard.
Gu Chenzhou looked at her carefree expression, then at the closed door of the small house, his mouth twitching several times.
He had never seen anyone who could anger their master to the point of wanting to hit someone with just a few words.
This little girl... was quite amusing.
After making Yan Li sulk in self-imposed isolation, Jiang Wan smiled and went down the mountain. As soon as she entered the house, Su Shi noticed that her gait was a little off. She pulled open her skirt and asked with some surprise, "Wan Wan, what are you wearing on your legs?"
"Training equipment, sister-in-law. How is your embroidery coming along?"
She didn't want Su Shi to worry too much, so she quickly changed the subject.
Su Shi touched her belly and smiled, pointing to the embroidery frame, "It's almost half done."
Jiang Wan glanced at the embroidery. Although it was only half done, the stunning quality of the entire piece could already be glimpsed.
Seeing Su Shi rubbing her eyes from time to time, Jiang Wan quickly infused some of her special abilities to help relieve her eye strain.
Before Jiang Wan could even take her hand away, Da Lang walked over with a cup of tea. "A'luo, this is the eye-soothing tea that I asked Mother to prepare for you. Drink it quickly, it's good for your eyes."
Su Shi smiled and took a sip.
Da Lang eagerly asked, "How is it? Does it taste good? Is it effective?"
Su Shi replied with a sweet smile, "It tastes good. My eyes feel much better immediately. Da Lang, thank you."
Da Lang chuckled, "You've been embroidering all afternoon. You should get up and move around. Come, I'll help you go for a walk."
With that, Da Lang helped Su Shi get ready to go out, and they invited Jiang Wan along.
Jiang Wan silently swallowed the "dog food" and waved her hand, "No, thank you."
She wasn't going to be a third wheel.
For the next two days, Jiang Wan continued to go up the mountain, seemingly unconcerned about Scholar Zhou's matter.
San Lang had already prepared his travel bag.
Chen Yuezhi, unwilling to let San Lang travel far, secretly discussed with Jiang Pan and went to see Scholar Zhou again with gifts.
However, before the couple could even announce their arrival, Scholar Zhou closed his door.
When they knocked again, there was no response from inside.
The couple then realized how eccentric Scholar Zhou's temper was and no longer held out hope for the matter, beginning to quietly prepare for San Lang.
Unexpectedly, on the evening of the third day, Scholar Zhou actually came.
Jiang Wan smiled and said, "Scholar Zhou, please come in. San Ge, go and make some tea quickly."
San Lang was completely stunned. He hadn't dared to hope for this matter at all. As the three-day deadline was approaching, he never expected Scholar Zhou to actually come!
Scholar Zhou entered the main hall and sat down, asking with a stern face, "Where are your parents?"
Jiang Wan smiled and said, "What do you need to see my parents for? The three-day agreement was between you and me, sir. Since you have come, you are my guest, and I will naturally entertain you."
Scholar Zhou asked expressionlessly, "Do you really have a way to cure my osmanthus tree?"
He didn't want to come, but the osmanthus tree in his yard had become increasingly ill in the past few days, with its crown starting to yellow and leaves falling.
He had invited craftsmen skilled in planting flowers and trees to examine it, and they said that the osmanthus tree had too many problems and was beyond saving. In another ten days to half a month, it would die completely.
He could not accept this conclusion. It was planted by his late wife, the only memento she left him. If the tree died, his connection to her would be completely severed.
Although he didn't know if Jiang Wan truly had a way to cure the osmanthus tree, he still came. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he wanted to try.
Jiang Wan smiled faintly, "Of course, I do. Although I am young, I never speak falsely. Moreover, I told you, sir, that the condition would only be valid after your osmanthus tree was cured. For my third brother, I will do my utmost to save your tree."
Scholar Zhou looked at Jiang Wan's confident and calm demeanor, feeling very uncertain in his heart.
So many people he had consulted couldn't solve it, and could such a young child really possess such ability?
But he had no other options at the moment.
"Since you say so, then I will give you a chance. As long as you can truly cure my tree, I will agree to your condition."
Jiang Wan's eyes lit up, "Then it's a deal."
Saying that, she jumped down from the chair, "Let's not delay, let's go now."
Scholar Zhou was a little surprised, "Go now?"
"Your osmanthus tree is already at its last leg. The longer we delay, the less likely it is to be cured."
Thinking of the severe condition of the osmanthus tree, Scholar Zhou also stood up immediately.
Jiang Wan asked him to wait a moment, then ran back to her room, took out a satchel embroidered with flowers and birds, and slung it over her shoulder. She waved her little hand at San Lang, "Let's go!"
The three of them took a carriage to Scholar Zhou's house. Jiang Wan circled the osmanthus tree a few times, then took out a paper packet from her satchel.
"Please trouble you, sir, to fetch a bucket of water."
Scholar Zhou, though curious, was very cooperative. In a short while, he brought a bucket of well water.
Jiang Wan opened the paper packet and poured the gray-white powder inside into the bucket. Then, she stirred it with her small hand, dissolving the powder in the water.
"Little brother, pour this medicinal water at the base of the tree."
Actually, she could have poured it herself, but she had to let her little brother show his usefulness somehow.
San Lang nimbly poured the water at the base of the tree. Seeing that there was still some sediment in the bucket, he quickly fetched more water to rinse the bucket clean. The water used to rinse the bucket was naturally poured at the base of the tree as well.
Jiang Wan clapped her hands, "Alright, Mr. Zhou, the osmanthus tree will show improvement tomorrow morning."