Chapter 62: Good News
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Chapter 62: Good News
Under the diligent work of Guan Yu and Chen Feng, vast areas within the Golden Pearl had been planted with flowers. Looking around, it had almost become an ocean of blooms, with the fragrance of flowers wafting everywhere. A grove of trees surrounded the flower sea, and from within the bamboo hut came waves of enchanting guqin music.
Listening to the melodies while working, Guan Yu and Chen Feng seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves.
The White Fox stood in the flower sea, her white robes flowing gracefully. Hearing the music drift over, she raised her hand to tuck a strand of fallen hair gently behind her delicate ear, turned her head toward the bamboo hut, and a hint of a smile appeared on her absolutely beautiful face.
For a year now, Yue Qianchou had made time to visit the Golden Pearl every day. Although he always arrived with a cheerful smile, the White Fox could see that he seemed to harbor some inner melancholy, yet he always forced a happy expression when facing the three of them.
In the bamboo pavilion, on the music platform, the seven-stringed guqin that the White Fox rarely played anymore had become his source of entertainment. Each time he came, he would randomly strum for a while—what could probably be called “playing the qin carelessly”—producing noise that tormented the other three unbearably.
Finally, the White Fox couldn’t stand it anymore. Seeing that he was in a bad mood and not wanting to restrain him, she decided to personally step in and teach him.
The White Fox was a fox spirit who had played the qin for hundreds of years, so her musical skills were naturally extraordinary. No matter how slow Yue Qianchou might be, teaching him wouldn’t be a problem at all.
Day after day, while Yue Qianchou’s guqin skills weren’t as extraordinary as the White Fox’s, he could definitely be considered quite skilled. In the past, this was something Yue Qianchou wouldn’t have dared to imagine—who could have made him hold a piece of wood with seven strings and practice the qin peacefully? This might be what they call “a blessing in disguise”!
When Yue Qianchou freely played various pieces that the White Fox had never heard before, and which were extremely beautiful, the White Fox was secretly amazed by this younger brother’s musical talent. Little did she know that the world Yue Qianchou had lived in during his previous life had a level of musical prosperity that this world simply couldn’t compare to, and its transmission efficiency was something people in this world wouldn’t dare to imagine.
Having heard so much music, with a wealth of material in his heart, and having learned good qin skills from a good teacher, Yue Qianchou naturally played with ease. Every time a new piece was played, a flash of amazement would always pass through the White Fox’s bright eyes.
Guan Yu and Chen Feng, busy in the flower garden, looked at each other in bewilderment. The two had already been deeply shocked by Yue Qianchou’s profound knowledge in zoology and botany, and now they discovered that their boss’s musical talent was also so high.
The two had also heard the two pieces that the White Fox played repeatedly, and already thought they were unprecedentedly beautiful. But after Yue Qianchou added the vocals and musical sense from those two songs in his previous life’s memory, the two were entranced, and the White Fox was mesmerized.
The two said something they wouldn’t dare say in front of the White Fox: their boss truly deserved to be their boss. Having learned the master’s qin skills, he immediately surpassed the master, playing much better than Miss White.
Once, Yue Qianchou even changed to more than ten different pieces within an hour, each with completely different styles, yet each one touching the heartstrings. After he left, the White Fox stood pale-faced in the flower sea, gazing toward the bamboo hut and standing there for an entire night, carefully savoring each piece.
After reflecting on them, her mouth was full of bitterness. ‘I’ve played the qin for hundreds of years and thought my achievements in music were probably unmatched by few, yet I can’t compare to this younger brother who has only been practicing for a year. Who would believe it if told?’ But she believed it. She had taught Yue Qianchou hand by hand and naturally knew that her younger brother had truly known nothing about playing the qin before. Although his qin technique still lacked something, when it came to musical sense and musical achievement, who could compare?
Yue Qianchou, who had vented his feelings by holding the qin in the bamboo pavilion, had no idea of the shock he had brought to the three people during this time. When the music ended, he disappeared as well.
Swaying leisurely back to the Mulberry Grass Garden, Furong was waiting for him at the door of the storage room, carrying a shoulder pole and a manure ladle, guarding two manure buckets. He had already gotten used to this sight. Yue Qianchou smiled wryly and shook his head. ‘What have I been doing this whole year? Can’t steal spiritual herbs, can’t get seeds, can’t even win over the girls in the Mulberry Grass Garden, let alone the plan to woo Yan Zixia for seeds—I haven’t even seen her.’
He often employed the Ah Q spirit, comforting himself: “It’s not that I’m incompetent, it’s just that people in the cultivation world are too abnormal. If these things were in ordinary people’s hands, I would have gotten them long ago.” That’s what he said, but actually he was quite discouraged and had begun to doubt his abilities as a former and current boss.
“Uncle Furong, sorry to keep you waiting again.” Yue Qianchou smiled as he took the shoulder pole, hung the buckets on it, shouldered it, and walked toward the courtyard. Furong said, “No problem,” and followed behind him with two manure ladles, one long and one short. The short one was made by Furong herself, saying it was convenient for fertilizing.
This most unusual pair in the Mulberry Grass Garden came one after the other to the manure pool outside the wall, filled up with fertilizer, and returned carrying the load. There were more than ten spiritual herb fields in the Mulberry Grass Garden. Fertilizing required pouring a little at the root of each spiritual herb—not too much, not too little. After all, these were spiritual herbs, not cabbages. It was an experience-based job that tested one’s feel. One spiritual herb field needed about one bucket of fertilizer, and Yue Qianchou had to make several trips every day, basically spending half a day on this.
“Qingcao, I heard the Foundation Building Pills will be distributed in about ten days.”
“Yes, Sister Lüliu, I’m so nervous. I’m really afraid I won’t succeed in foundation building.”
“Don’t worry! People like us who were selected for the Mulberry Grass Garden have good aptitude even by Wanfen Garden standards. We’ll definitely succeed in foundation building on the first try.”
‘Foundation Building Pills were going to be distributed?’ Yue Qianchou immediately stopped what he was doing, turned to look at the two young women weeding in the neighboring field, and pricked up his ears to listen.
“That’s right! The disciples selected for the Mulberry Grass Garden all have top-notch aptitude in Wanfen Garden. I don’t think I’ve heard of any senior in the garden who took more than two attempts to succeed in foundation building.”
“Mm, if we really can’t succeed, we’ll just wait another three years. We have three chances, so there’s definitely no problem.” After comforting each other, the two young women giggled and changed the topic, starting to discuss who was the prettiest.
Yue Qianchou was stunned. Their words made his heart race, but then they stopped talking about it. He couldn’t help but curse silently: ‘Damn it, what does it matter to you whether other people are pretty or not? Why are all women like this?’
After patiently tending to one field, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He put down his tools, put on a big smile, and walked toward the neighboring spiritual herb field.
“Oh! So it’s the two beautiful senior sisters Qingcao and Lüliu!” Yue Qianchou said with a fawning grin.
The two who were squatting and weeding looked up when they heard him, saw Yue Qianchou approaching, and both stood up. They obviously weren’t strangers to him.
“Yue Qianchou, don’t come over!” Qingcao frowned, her tone very unfriendly.
“No rush, no rush, hehe!” Yue Qianchou chuckled. “Just want to ask you two senior sisters a little question. I’ll leave right after asking.”
Seeing him continue to approach, both of them pinched their noses and stepped back. Lüliu shouted in a muffled voice, “Yue Qianchou, if you come any closer, we won’t be polite!”
Yue Qianchou lifted his arm and sniffed his sleeve, saying sincerely, “I put medicine on it, really doesn’t smell at all. If you don’t believe me, smell it.” As he spoke, he extended his arm toward the two.
“Senior sister, let’s go, don’t pay attention to him.” Qingcao tugged at Lüliu, who nodded. Just like that, the two left with expressions of deep disgust.
“Damn it!” Yue Qianchou sniffed himself again, and after confirming there was no smell, said indignantly, “What I’m carrying isn’t stuff you guys produced anyway, so what are you avoiding? Damn it! If you’re so capable, produce something fragrant…”
