Chunyu Yan did not come again; it seemed he had forgotten about Lian Ji.
Feng Yun's household and business were now substantial; with Yutangchun in the city and Huaxi Village here, and a farm tool workshop that was crying out to be built, she had a lot to attend to and required much effort, so she no longer thought about it.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and although the sun was out, the days were still hot.
The construction of the farm tool workshop was progressing rapidly; it was set to top off in the next couple of days. After lunch, Feng Yun had Xiaoman hold an umbrella, preparing to go take a look.
Just as she stepped out the door, she ran into Ren Rude.
By his side was a boy of about ten years old, bearing a resemblance to him, which somewhat surprised Feng Yun.
"Mr. Ren, is this your son?"
She recalled Alou mentioning that when Huan Jiao went to the teahouse, there was a boy present. Judging by his age, it must be him.
