Weng You and Weng Ming exchanged glances. Was it really their fault for being good-looking? It wasn’t something they could choose, right?
"Sorry, could you go back and ask Eighth Master to find a couple of guys with good martial arts skills, who are clever, and especially those who are talkative, shameless, apt at stealing chickens and dogs, harassing respectable women, and telling blatant lies with a straight face?" Ruxin said with a chuckling Heihei laugh, "Even if there aren’t two, finding one like that and pairing them with someone like you would work." That Tian Geng must be at the very bottom of that group. If he really met such a person, it would probably even alarm him.
A twitch appeared at the corner of Gu Yao’s mouth. What kind of request was that?
"Understood," Weng You nodded. "I’ll inform Eighth Master and get Weng Xin here."
Gu Qingheng immediately nodded in agreement.
The two turned and left. Even though Weng You was poisoned, he did not say another word, and Weng Ming had been completely silent since greeting them at the beginning.
This was the rule, absolute silence on matters that weren’t their business.
Weng Xin arrived quickly.
This guy indeed was different from Weng You and the others. He was not tall, had wheat-colored skin, a baby face, and a big dimple. Without a smile or word, his eyes were nonetheless very expressive. As soon as they met, he called Ruxin "pretty lady," which resulted in Gu Yao chasing him around and trying to beat him up.
Clearly, Weng Xin’s martial arts were a bit weaker, but his qinggong was top-notch, so Gu Yao had a hard time catching him.
Weng Ming explained that this guy was usually so noisy that he had often been punished by their master to face the wall in contemplation. So, being sent here was like being rescued from punishment.
Watching Weng Xin, Ruxin couldn’t help nodding. This guy indeed matched what she had in mind. She quickly decided and informed them of their specific tasks. There was nothing special in the early stage, just getting to know the Tian Family through Chengzi. The next step would be to find a way to get involved in their activities... In short, it was to gradually approach the person behind the scenes on that side.
She also taught them some unique signals for communication, like using ’SOS’ for danger and calls for help. Such signs could easily be claimed as random scribbles even if others saw them.
After the two had mastered these basic signals, Ruxin sent them off to Qian Er’s place. Their individual abilities would take it from there, and the rest would be told later.
The next day, Ruxin got up early to prepare the dough and let it rest. Then, she started the morning exercise with the little radish heads. After finishing, she began to chop meat filling and wrap wontons.
After everyone enjoyed a hearty breakfast, they started their respective activities: reading, practicing calligraphy, and tending to the medicinal herbs, while Ruxin went to Aunt Hehua’s place. She originally planned to go the night before but it was too late.
After giving the prepared medicine to Aunt Hehua and reminding her of some precautions, Ruxin bid farewell and left.
However, just as she left Aunt Hehua’s house, she saw a bullock cart parked at the entrance of the old Yang Family mansion. Yang Baichuan was helped down by Yang Baixiang, while Yang Baifu, whose face was bandaged like a zongzi, got down from the cart on his own.
He was discharged from the hospital.
Those who saw the scene gathered around.
Yang Peili probably felt embarrassed and hurriedly sent the bullock cart away before closing the courtyard door. However, just as he was closing the door, the old man glanced at Ruxin.
Ruxin was about to give him a Xiaxia smile, but before she could even grin, the door slammed shut. She could only silently touch her nose, feeling so awkward!