"Nonsense, youāre talking about death during the New Year season?" Ye Ziāan put down the book in his hand, pulled Yang Chuxia over, and pinched her nose.
"Ow, do you still believe in these things?" Yang Chuxia pushed Ye Ziāanās hand away, then suddenly said, "Brother An, do you think there are any fun activities in the town for the New Year?"
"No, not for the New Year, but there are on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, like the lantern festival and riddle guessing. Itās quite lively, even in the county town."
"Oh, I see." She showed little interest in guessing riddles. She casually picked up the book Ye Ziāan was reading, glanced at it, was about to put it back, when suddenly the content inside caught her attention.
It was a book related to farming and silkworm rearing, which recorded various crops, even how to plant them.
And the page Ye Ziāan was reading was about the white sweet potatoes they had talked about before.
"Are you reading about how to plant white sweet potatoes?"
"Yeah, Iām just killing time," Ye Ziāan, taking the book from Yang Chuxia, said, "Didnāt Shopkeeper Li give us some sweet potato seeds last time? Iām thinking about whether we can plant them."
"But thereās nothing about how to plant white sweet potatoes in this book, right?" Yang Chuxia thought for a moment, then said, "Iām guessing the planting method should be similar to normal potatoes, right?"
But Ye Ziāan shook his head and said, "No, itās not the same. In Funan, we can plant potatoes twice a year. Once in February, and the harvest season is in May or June. The other time is in September, and the harvest begins in December. But white sweet potatoes are sowed and nursed in April, and then transplanted."
Confused, Yang Chuxia looked at him, "Thereās nothing in this book, how do you know?"
"Thereās nothing in this book, but there is in others. I picked a few books from a man selling old books in the town a few days ago, and one of them happens to have such information," Ye Ziāan casually replied.
On hearing this, Yang Chuxiaās eyes brightened, and she chuckled, "Brother An, so you know how to plant white sweet potatoes, huh?"
Ye Ziāan nodded.
"Then, shall we try some fields next year?"
Seeing her eyes sparkling, Ye Ziāan suddenly smirked, "Xiaxia, now that I know how to plant white sweet potatoes, donāt you think I deserve a reward?"
Yang Chuxiaās eyes widened instantly, and she thought to herself, is this really Brother An? The gentle, jade-like, obedient Brother An?
Ye Ziāan was still waiting on the side, obviously for a kiss. Yang Chuxia raised her hand, grabbed Ye Ziāanās face, and huffed, "Youāve grown bold, havenāt you? Bargaining with me for doing a little work? Are you asking for a beating?"
"Xiaxia, I was wrong, I was really wrong," Ye Ziāan quickly wailed in remorse.
"Do you really realize your mistake?"
Yang Chuxiaās hand was still on Ye Ziāanās face. He thought, dare he say no?
"I understand, I understand. Whatever Xiaxia asks me to do in the future, I will do it. If you say go east, I will definitely not go west."
"Hmm, thatās more like it," Yang Chuxia finally let go of Ye Ziāan.
She suddenly heard a few snickering sounds from outside. Suspicious, Yang Chuxia opened the door to find the mischievous Yan Qingrui and Yan Qingtong outside.
Seeing this, Yang Chuxia knew that her conversation with Brother An was overheard by these two little rascals again.