Luo Chen could not be kept.
He had come with the wind, and in the end, he would leave with the wind.
Jing Lan had understood this the moment Luo Chen said he wanted to go to Qingshan Town.
She could not force him to stay and could only agree.
Yet some inexplicable feelings in her heart were pressed down completely.
Luo Chen seemed unaware of it all—or perhaps he was pretending not to know. He simply continued doing what he could, as he always had.
Harvesting the autumn grain, drying the rice.
With his help, it took only a few short days to finish harvesting the already meager crop.
To celebrate and reward him, Jing Lan deliberately made time to visit Qingshan Town, saying she would buy some meat and wine.
Luo Chen did not remain idle either. He cut down some trees and carried back bundles of dried straw, intending to repair the dilapidated roof.
Under the blazing sun, an old man passed by the house with a cane, trembling as he walked. Seeing the man on the roof, he began chatting.
"That fellow from A Lan's family..."
"Just call me Luo Chen."
Luo Chen recognized him. He was the neighbor next door, surnamed Pu. Everyone in the village called him Third Master Pu.
Jing Lan had previously mentioned that he was the villager injured by the Smoke Workshop's new manager.
Third Master Pu sat in the shade, avoiding the blazing sunlight. Looking at Luo Chen, he said with satisfaction, "Having a man in the house really is different. In past years, by this time, A Lan probably would not even have harvested thirty percent of her crops. How could it compare to now? With your help, not only has the grain been harvested, but the house can