"Are these herbs?" Li Wangshi is not very convinced. "You're just a woman, what do you know about medicine..."
Su Qingyue ignores her and continues to walk towards her new home.
As she passes by the old house she used to live in, she sees a layer of dust in the yard. The courtyard door is locked, and ever since they moved to their new house, the Xiao Family's old, shabby residence has been vacant.
She sighs, wondering why she felt happier living in the old house.
Perhaps it's because she didn't have as many worries back then.
Not too far ahead, she reaches her new house, with its tile roof, mud wall, and high fence.
Entering the yard, she takes off her back basket and puts it in the courtyard.
There are several five-tiered racks specifically for drying herbs in the yard, which she paid a carpenter to make. They are much sturdier and better-looking than the wooden ones she made herself in the Xiao's old house.
