Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 105 Preparing to Build a Greenhouse (8)
Feng Xuxu frowned, "What’s wrong with you, do you have a fever?"
"Miss, look." When Feng Xuxu turned her head to look, she too was startled by the maid’s blushing face.
Feng Xuxu was exasperated, feeling like the girl had completely misunderstood, and coughed awkwardly, "Well, what did you guys use when you came to Kuishui?"
"Ah..." Baihe widened her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and after an "ah," she realized what was implied and was too embarrassed to look up.
"Well, Madam Feng had us make a lot of new ones to prepare for the young lady. I’ll go get them now." She scampered off and ran right into Yingsu, who had just entered the room.
"Miss, what’s with Baihe? She’s all flustered." Yingsu didn’t understand why this normally steady girl was so discomposed today - a few question marks hung above her head.
"It’s nothing, she went to get something." Feng Xuxu couldn’t very well say that Baihe suspected she had been intimate with her master, resulting in a totally comical mix-up.
"Oh, right, tell the kitchen to heat some water, I want to take a bath."
"Right away, miss." Yingsu, upon hearing the young lady wanted to freshen up, immediately went to instruct the kitchen.
Baihe and Yingsu ran into each other, and Yingsu, with concern, asked, "Are you alright, Baihe? If not, take the day off; the young lady would agree."
With an embarrassed face, Baihe said quietly, "I’m fine, not feeling unwell, don’t worry. Oh, and where are you off to?"
"Ah, I’m off to the kitchen; the young lady wants to freshen up. I’d better hurry." Remembering her own task, she rushed off in a flurry. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Baihe shook her head, thinking Yingsu was so oblivious. Carrying the menstrual cloth, she pushed open the door and entered the room.
A moment later, hot water was brought in, and after half an hour, Feng Xuxu, neatly dressed, appeared in the dining room, "Little sister, why did you get up late today? Are you not feeling well?"
"No, big brother, I’m fine." She took a sip of the jujube congee and ate a few steamed buns. With the stir-fried sour bean pods and a few side dishes, she enjoyed a satisfyingly full meal.
"Little sister, is everything ready? When are we going to start laying the oilcloth?" The big brother asked after he finished eating and put down his chopsticks, wiping his mouth while looking at his sister who also put down her utensils.
"Today. We can’t delay any longer. Otherwise, by the time winter sets in, the ground will be nearly frozen, and it’ll be hard to work with." Feng Xuxu rinsed her mouth and went with her big brother to check on the progress of the framework in the field.
In the field, they saw rows of neatly aligned bamboo, very pleasing to the eye. Feng Xuxu directed everyone to take out a piece of oilcloth that was a thousand meters long and three hundred wide. Everyone held it up and then placed it on the wooden posts, which had rows of wooden bars nailed to their tops to support the oilcloth. They stretched it out to the other end of the field, and the excess part was perfect for making a door.
So, with collaborative efforts, it took them two long hours to set up one frame. With experience, the next ones went up faster. People from five manors and two villages worked together for one village. This made the task go quickly, and with the experience gained, Feng Xuxu saw that the villagers were progressing faster and faster. She believed it wouldn’t be long before the oilcloth was completely laid out.
After a busy morning, Feng Xuxu returned to her room to rest. She told her maids not to disturb her, locked the door, and slipped into her space. There, she found a snow-white piece of cloth in the storage room. It looked like silk, but in reality, it was made from the silk of the Snow Cicada. The products from the space could either prevent poison or be used for killing, for the Snow Cicada itself was poisonous. Invoking Inner Strength on the fabric could actually poison oneself. Feng Xuxu considered for a moment and decided to use this piece to make a garment. She pondered which style would suit Xiao Chen - a pale Red Spider Lily, bright and enchanting, and Xiao Chen liked wearing red too.
As she recalled Xiao Chen’s figure, her hands skillfully cut out a garment in no time. She picked up her needle and thread box and began to embroider the pale Red Spider Lily. Under Feng Xuxu’s hands, Red Spider Lilies bloomed one after another across the fabric in a thousand different postures, nearly covering the entire cloth.
