Chapter 441: Chapter 7: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Changes (Part 2)
Mei Nian couldn’t figure out exactly who from the Xu Family had arrived, as Xu Changfu had made a pledge with Mei Xiang in his lifetime never to enter Beijing.
Mei Xiang had been missing for decades, and it seemed that the old man couldn’t contain himself anymore. Recently, he was heard actively soliciting votes, having been re-elected as the chairman of the Guangdong Political Consultative Conference, and he would enter Beijing at the beginning of July to attend the conference.
During the conference, he would enjoy judicial immunity, and it was unknown what trouble he might cause during that period.
Zeng Xuerou, hearing that Xiao Xian had recovered, had a smile on her face, but her expression turned difficult when Mei Nian mentioned the place she intended for Xuerou to take Xiao Xian: "Take her to the Chengde Summer Villa for recovery?"
"Just take the person there, you’ll understand the specific reasons once you arrive. To avoid drawing attention, you can bring a few more friends and stay at a military hotel locally," Mei Nian calculated the days; it was almost time for Xiao Xian to come to grips with everything.
When Xuerou left, she still had a doubtful look, unable to help herself from confirming Xiao Xian’s condition again.
Mei Nian couldn’t help but think of Zhou Ziang who had come half an hour earlier, also eagerly inquiring about Zhu Xiaoxian’s injuries. The concern in his words was very evident.
That girl was truly lucky to have such genuinely caring people. Mei Nian couldn’t help but feel envious, "When she can return all depends on her own abilities."
Just a moment before Xuerou and Mei Nian met, in Meijia Village, Xiao Xian, holding a firewood knife, became lost in thought. Ever since learning about the farm attack from Mei Nian, Xiao Xian had been restless and no longer inclined to continue her previous experiments.
"According to Mei Nian, as long as I clear these obstructing firewoods, I can leave Meijia Village," Xiao Xian muttered the same sentence all day long.
"Xiao Xian, what are you talking about? Look at the pickled cherries Sister-in-law Hua made, they taste really good," during dinner, Xiao Xian faced a bowl of plain porridge and a table of light dishes but couldn’t bring herself to eat.
Sister-in-law Hua was considerate; during the days Xiao Xian was there, she tried different recipes for dinner, from rose pastries to steamed buns dipped in rose sauce, all authentic rural specialties. Xiao Xian would usually clean her plate, but today was different.
Xiao Xian responded and picked up a cherry. Sister-in-law Hua chatted away next to her, explaining that when pickling cherries, you should pick those that are 50-60% ripe, just turning red but not yet purple, wash them with water, remove the cherry pits, then separately soak them in rock sugar and salt for ten days, finally placing some crushed ice on the plate, making it appetizing and beautifying to eat in the summer.
"Sister-in-law Hua, does pickling cherries require removing the pits? That must be tiring," Xiao Xian looked at the pickled cherries prepared by Sister-in-law Hua, where the cherry pits the size of soybeans had been neatly removed, looking very appealing, almost unnoticeable.
"That requires finesse, the cherry flesh is soft, so you can’t directly cut with a knife, but use a specially made ear-spoon-like tiny spoon, find the position of the pit, dig around it, then gently press with your fingers, and the pit pops right out," Sister-in-law Hua explained in detail, captivating Xiao Xian.
"Look, you got so caught up talking, you forgot to eat! Hurry up, the food will not taste good when it’s cold," Sister-in-law Hua laughed, and Xiao Xian across from her sprang up, still holding that pitted pickled cherry.
"Sister-in-law Hua, you speak wonderfully," Xiao Xian said as she tossed the pickled cherry into her mouth, quickly finishing the bowl of porridge. The pit-less cherry was sweet and sour, bursting with flavor at one bite. Sister-in-law Hua’s words reminded Xiao Xian that everything has a focal point; fruits have pits, trees should have root systems.
Where then is the "pit" of that cluster of seemingly endless fernwood?
At night, most people in Meijia Village had a habit of going to bed early. For the past half-month, Xiao Xian did too, entering her space early to absorb Spiritual Energy, and getting up early the next day to "chop wood," but tonight was different.
Xiao Xian stood in front of the increasingly lush Vincetoxicum fern, the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors half-suspended beside her.
The seldom-seen Little White Jiao also came out to lend support.
"Little master, haven’t you given up yet? Didn’t you try last time, cutting it only made it grow ten times more, even if you had three heads and six arms, you’d still be exhausted," Little White Jiao shook its head, deducing that this cluster called Vincetoxicum fern must be some kind of mutant creature.
"Little White Jiao, I remember Mei Nian mentioned that all things have yin and yang, and you also taught me to use Spiritual Energy to adjust my own size and appearance, so couldn’t I also apply the same method to this strange fern?" Xiao Xian’s wild ideas scared Little White Jiao.
"Little master, you’re not thinking of using Spiritual Control on the Vincetoxicum fern’s growth, are you? It’s already difficult enough to use Spiritual Energy on oneself, now you want to apply it to that?" Little White Jiao said, as Xiao Xian had already started taking action, it helplessly shook its head, seeing Xiao Xian not heeding its advice, White Jiao covered its eyes with two paws.
Just think, even people like Mei Nian could only condense their own Spiritual Energy on a Snow Blade to have an effect, Xiao Xian wanting to directly use Spiritual Energy on external things, was undoubtedly trying to run before learning to walk.
Xiao Xian also had no confidence, which is why she chose the night when her Spiritual Energy was most abundant, waiting until after midnight to conduct this experiment.
"Sugarcane seedling, success or failure now depends on our cooperation," in the middle of the night, the Spiritual Energy in Cherry Valley reached its peak, Xiao Xian could feel the sugarcane seedling in her space already beginning to devour Spiritual Energy, the dark body of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors emitting a silvery white light.(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian () to cast a recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)