After lunch, much as when she had first taught Yi Shuyuan to play the pipa, Zhuo Qing carefully introduced the clothes she had made to him.
It was not simply a matter of explaining their colors; she went through every detail, one by one.
Truth be told, despite having lived two lives, Yi Shuyuan knew precious little about clothing.
His previous life hardly bore mentioning: it had mostly been zippers, buttons, T-shirts, and the like. The various garments of this life were far more complicated.
Stoneborn found all this rather boring. Although Qi Zhongbin wanted to listen, he felt it would be inappropriate to disturb them, so he went out with his senior brother to stroll along the river beside the mulberry grove.
A villager cleaning his tools by the river spotted the old man and the little boy approaching from afar. He hurriedly set aside his work, straightened up, and cupped his hands in greeting.
Qi Zhongbin dared not neglect the courtesy and returned the greeting together with Stoneborn.
The man soon left with his things, and Stoneborn could not help complaining.
"Junior brother, why does everyone bow whenever they see us? It's such a bother. Can't we get all the bowing done in one go?"
"They respect Master. The people in this village are no ordinary folk!"
Stoneborn found a rock by the river and sat down.
"I'm tired. I'm not walking anymore!"
Helpless, Qi Zhongbin sat down beside Stoneborn. His senior brother was hardly tired; he simply did not want to keep returning greetings whenever they encountered someone.
"Aw, all the mulberries are gone."
"The season has passed. There must be plenty here in spring and summer."
They had only been sitting a short while when a splashing sound suddenly came from the water nearby. A thin