The next day, early in the morning, Chu Lian was sent away by Yang Dong.
A few days later, Wang Xiangxiang also returned to the county town with the first batch of underwear she had made.
Yang Ming's health had improved a lot, thanks to his strong constitution. His breathing was now much smoother, and as long as he finished the remaining medicine, there should be no problem.
Seeing her bargain of a husband getting better day by day, becoming more energetic and regaining his masculine vitality, Xiaoxiao felt at ease. She began to ponder over how to deal with those pickled vegetables.
"Husband, what exactly should we do with those pickled vegetables? We can't just keep them there forever; they'll go bad if left for too long."
Yang Ming, who was asked, put down the book he was reading and said to his wife, "I was originally planning to find a place in the mountains to bury them when spring arrives."
