Chapter 59: The Vixen Keeps a Dainty Husband at Home (7)

Su Tang felt that she hadn't explained herself very clearly, but Song Heqing acted as though he was figuring it out on his own while listening to her, to the point where he started weaving faster and faster.

In the time it took Su Tang to watch for a moment and walk inside to pour a glass of water, Song Qing had already finished more than half of it.

Su Tang handed the cup of water to Song Qing. "Here, have some water. You were weaving so fast?"

Song Qing took the cup and took a sip. "Practice makes perfect, that's all." Returning the empty cup to Su Tang, he immediately said, "Right, you should go eat first. The food will get cold in a moment."

It was completely against Su Tang's conscience to let an injured person do chores for her while she went off to eat.

She squatted down, pulled on Song Qing's sleeve, and took the materials from his hands, placing them on the ground. "Come on, let's go eat together. There's no rush anyway, we only need it tomorrow."

Song Qing nodded. "Alright." Then he followed Su Tang into the house.

There was naturally no need to question Song Qing's culinary skills; by the time she was eating, Su Tang was already showering him with continuous praise.

Su Tang's praises put Song Qing in a remarkably good mood. After finishing the meal, Song Qing immediately went back to work, as if he was determined to finish weaving the back basket for Su Tang today.

Su Tang, of course, was not idle either. She dug out all the medicinal herbs she had gathered on her first day here and laid them out outside to dry.

Afterwards, she compared these herbs with the ones she had foraged today and decided to go out tomorrow to gather more of the highly effective herbs for Song Qing.

Song Qing was slightly worried that a young lady like Su Tang would find it difficult to keep her balance carrying such a large back basket, and he considered making it a bit smaller. However, this idea was fiercely rejected by Su Tang—she specifically wanted a very large one.

Although her spiritual powers had been significantly weakened, her physical strength was still intact.

The next day, after finishing her meal early, Su Tang prepared to head out. With the back basket strapped to her shoulders, she got ready to leave while Song Qing stood in the courtyard to bid her farewell.

Su Tang smiled. "You really look like a young wife waiting at home for her husband..."

Hearing this, the young man in the courtyard paused mid-wave, then slightly clenched his fist and gave a light cough near his lips. "If I'm being honest, I'd rather be the husband waiting at home for his wife..."

Su Tang nodded repeatedly with a beaming smile. "What you said certainly makes sense."

Before Su Tang's voice had even faded, a subtle blush had quietly crept up the tips of Song Qing's ears. Bathed in the sunlight, the young man in the courtyard appeared exceptionally gentle and exceedingly handsome.

Reluctantly, Su Tang averted her gaze from Song Qing and bade him farewell as she turned around. "I'm off. Remember to eat lunch and take your medicine, and try not to walk around too much if there's nothing urgent. I'll buy you some storybooks on my way back this afternoon."

"Alright," Song Qing agreed, watching attentively until Su Tang's figure completely disappeared from view before finally looking away.

He stepped forward to close the heavy courtyard gates, then turned around to look at the small, modest yet impeccably clean and cozy courtyard, letting out a pleased smile.

The past two days spent here were probably the most relaxed and peaceful moments he had experienced in a long time.

Yet, sharp-eyed as he was, how could he fail to see that Su Tang's household was facing some financial difficulties? From the various experiences Su Tang had mentioned, he understood that she likely couldn't find any decent ways to make a living here.

With these thoughts in mind, Song Qing lowered his gaze to look at the injuries on his body, suddenly feeling a wave of annoyance as to why his wounds were healing so slowly.

Slowly, Song Qing walked back into the house, his steps entirely devoid of the relaxed ease he had shown in front of Su Tang earlier.

Once he sat down on the edge of the bed, Song Qing rolled up his trouser leg, revealing the leg wrapped tightly in bandages.

Bloodstains were already seeping through the bandages. Seeing this, Song Qing frowned slightly and reached out to peel the bandage away.

By this time, the fabric had adhered to the wound, but he removed it swiftly and without changing his expression.

Then, with practiced efficiency, he applied medicine to himself and wrapped it in a fresh bandage.

Over on the mountain, Su Tang first went to check on the trap she had set yesterday. To her surprise, there were actually three wild rabbits trapped inside.

Just by looking at these three rabbits, she could already imagine how wonderfully delicious Song Qing's cooking would turn out.

Because she still needed to forage for herbs deeper in the forest, Su Tang did not take the three wild rabbits out just yet.

She stretched lazily, continued deeper into the woods, and activated her protective barrier.

Su Tang: "001, tell me, what kind of business is profitable in ancient times nowadays? If it's selling medicine, this place isn't lacking in pharmacies at all."

001: "What about opening a restaurant or something similar?"

Su Tang sighed helplessly: "I can't cook at all. Am I supposed to open a restaurant and hire Song Qing as my chef?"

001: "Then what else can you possibly do?"

Su Tang wrung her brain for ideas to no avail. If it came to what the fox clan excelled at, it was dressing up and applying makeup, but in ancient times, you couldn't do live-streaming nor sell cosmetics.

At this thought, Su Tang suddenly raised her head and clapped her hands. "I've got it!"

001 had no idea why Su Tang suddenly shouted out loud. Fortunately, there was no one around here, otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing.

001 inquired with interest: "Oh? What idea have you come up with?"

Su Tang rubbed her palms together, already picturing mountains of wealth rolling in: "I can sell cosmetics..."

001: "The premise, however, is that you actually know how to manufacture those cosmetics in ancient times."

Su Tang let out a silent sigh. "I only learned a bit about how to make lipstick before; as for everything else, I am completely clueless."

001 remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking: "I have a proposal. Would you like to make a deal with me?"

"A deal?" Su Tang stopped in her tracks upon hearing this, sat down on a nearby large boulder, and began to listen. "What kind of deal? Paid with what?"

001: "Our system is extremely powerful and possesses detailed information across all realms. As for the manufacturing methods of those cosmetics, we certainly have them. You just need to exchange your mission coins for them."

Su Tang pondered for a moment and asked: "How many mission coins will it cost?"

001: "20."

Su Tang gritted her teeth, feeling a bit troubled. "20? That's a whole 200 points of merit!"

001 remained completely unruffled, as if it knew Su Tang would eventually agree: "You don't have to make this deal, of course—if you are content with earning just a few measly pieces of silver for the rest of your life."

001's words truly hit a nerve. After pondering for a short while, Su Tang ultimately agreed. "After deducting these 20 mission coins, how many do I have left?"

001: "You'll still have 180, rest assured."

Su Tang wore a bitter expression: "I am not reassured in the slightest."

001: "Alright, I have already deducted them for you."

Su Tang: "..................."

001: "The manufacturing formulas for the cosmetics have been sent to you. You can access them simply by thinking about them."