After wandering around for a while, Yang Ruxin had Erni and Sanni take Sini and Xiaofeng to another room to sleep, while she stayed to watch over Xun Hui.
However, it was still a bit early for her, so she decided to grind the remaining small white shrimps into shrimp paste, otherwise they might spoil by tomorrow.
The youngsters said they weren’t sleepy and wanted to watch their eldest sister make shrimp paste, which they had never eaten before.
Yang Ruxin didn’t refuse. She took out the stone mill they had bought, cleaned it once, and then started grinding the washed little white shrimps with salt. Since there was no scale at home, the proportion of salt could only be estimated by eye. After all, it didn’t matter if the paste was a bit too light or too salty.
With a total of three to four jin of small shrimps, she quickly finished grinding them. She then put the ground shrimp paste into a clay jar; the hot weather was perfect for fermentation.
"Is that all?" The youngsters were all very curious.
"Mhm," nodded Yang Ruxin, "You can actually eat it now, but it will taste even better after fermentation. But be careful, this stuff can’t get wet—it’ll spoil if it does." She had grown up by the sea in her previous life, where it was common for fishermen to make these things.
The youngsters nodded earnestly.
Sini immediately licked her lips, "Eldest sister is so amazing."
"I have no choice. I’m the eldest sister, after all. To provide for you little gluttons, I have to be capable, don’t I?" Yang Ruxin tapped her little sister’s nose gently, "Right?"
Sini grinned, her eyes squinting into slits.
The others laughed along with her.
"Alright, it’s getting late. Now, everyone’s task is..." Yang Ruxin deliberately drew out her words.
"To sleep!" Sini instantly jumped up, "Goodnight, eldest sister." Then she ran into the house with her short little legs.
The rest said goodnight to Yang Ruxin and went into the house as well.
Yang Ruxin then entered the room where Xun Hui was staying. She provided mental healing to her every night, and with the continuous use of medicinal soups, the blood clot in Xun Hui’s brain had significantly decreased. It was now only a third of its original size.
Yang Ruxin began to feel that her ability to use her mind was getting stronger as well, for after each use, the fatigue felt lighter and lighter. Like now, after the treatment was finished, she felt tired, but it wasn’t like the beginning when she would just faint; nor did she feel so sleepy that she couldn’t keep her eyes open. It felt more like having run a 400-meter race.
At this rate of treatment, in a few days, the blood clot should be gone completely, and Xun Hui would be able to wake up.
"I hope you won’t disappoint me then," Yang Ruxin stroked Xun Hui’s face and sighed. She didn’t have much confidence in Xun Hui, worried that when she woke up, she would blame her for making decisions independently about the separation, and even more afraid of Xun Hui’s soft nature. If the people from the Yang Family’s old house came over and she crumbled first, it would really be troublesome.
However, she couldn’t let her remain in a coma forever. After all, she was planning to establish her own household soon, which would require lashing punishment, and someone needed to take care of the little ones at home.
Despite her worries, she was not Yang Dani. If Xun Hui still wanted to go back to the old house and be at their beck and call, and she couldn’t stop her, then she would just have to take care of her siblings and live her own life. She was determined not to have any more dealings with the people of the old Yang Family.