While eating, Murong Yue briefly asked Murong Qi what they had talked about with Mo Qingcheng inside.

Murong Qi recounted the conversation with Mo Qingcheng inside.

Murong Yue and Murong Hao looked at each other after listening.

Only then did I know that the young man's name was Mo Qingcheng.

If they come from a place farther than Fucheng, they must be from other places.

It is also very possible that he came from the capital.

Murong Yue remembered that the clothes he wore were made of fine fabrics.

His status is certainly unusual, but now that he has paid the money, they only need to take care of him and let him recover from his injuries, and they don't have to worry about anything else.

After all, they are just small farmers. They don't want to cause any trouble, they just want to live peacefully and make money.

After the three of them had eaten, Murong Hao was washing the dishes when he saw Murong Yue coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of medicine, presumably to deliver medicine to Mo Qingcheng.

Murong Hao put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and walked towards Murong Yue. When Murong Yue saw him coming, she stopped.

Murong Hao took the bowl of still hot medicine and said, "I'll deliver it."

Without waiting for Murong Yue's reaction, she walked into the woodshed with the medicine.

Murong Yue smiled silently and had no choice but to wash the dishes that Murong Hao had not finished.

After a while, Murong Hao walked out with a dark face and an empty bowl.

Murong Yue saw something wrong with his face and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Hao replied abruptly, "It's okay."

When Murong Hao delivered the medicine, nothing happened. It could be said that it went smoothly.

He put the bowl in front of Mo Qingcheng and said in a bad tone: "Drink the medicine."

Mo Qingcheng just glanced at him, took the bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he handed the bowl back to Murong Hao.

Murong Hao took the bowl and turned around to go out.

Mo Qingcheng's cold voice came from behind: "It's time to change the dressing."

It wasn't that Mo Qingcheng was afraid that they would forget to change his dressing.

But in my current situation, it is best to have someone help change the dressing, otherwise it is easy to injure the wound by yourself.

It could be seen that Murong Hao looked at him with a somewhat unkind look, fearing that he would not change his dressing on purpose, so he warned him aloud.

When Murong Hao heard this, he felt that Mo Qingcheng was distrusting him, and he said unhappily: "I know."

That's why Murong Yue asked.

"Oh! Give me the bowl!" Murong Yue said, reaching out to him to take the bowl.

Then he continued to wash, saying while washing: "Brother, the water is hot, you go give Xiao Qi a bath, and I will change the dressing for him later."

When Murong Hao heard this, he refused without thinking: "No, how can you, a girl, change the dressing for a man? The wound is still......"

Both of them know where it is.

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about it. I'll just go and change the dressing in the future." After Murong Hao said that, he walked directly into the kitchen to get the medicine, then walked out and went to the woodshed to change Mo Qingcheng's dressing.

Seeing him like this, Murong Yue patted her head.

Only then did I remember that this was ancient times, where distinctions between men and women were particularly important and were not as open as modern times.

After Murong Yue knew her concerns, she left all the dressing changes to Murong Hao.

After Murong Yue finished washing the dishes, she looked at the time. It was about six o'clock in the evening.

It was still early, so Murong Yue started making dough to prepare for selling mooncakes tomorrow.

The mooncakes are ready today. They can be eaten even if they are cold, and they still have room for themselves! So Murong Yue is not afraid at all that they will spoil.

So Murong Yue wanted to make mooncakes tonight and go to town to sell them early tomorrow morning.

Although restaurants also sell them, she can sell them at the city gate to villagers entering the city at a lower price.

Even if the taste is the same, those rich people have their own status and will definitely not buy her mooncakes at a low price.

So the restaurant makes money from rich people, but she makes money from poor people.

Moreover, she can also get 30% of the money earned by the restaurant, and everything she sells goes into her own pocket, which makes her feel happy just thinking about it.

Murong Yue was making mooncakes, while Murong Hao was calmly changing Mo Qingcheng's dressing.

Neither of them spoke during the whole process.

Even if Murong Hao deliberately struck harder, Mo Qingcheng didn't even take a breath.

This made Murong Hao feel frustrated.

He thought to himself: This man can really endure such a serious injury without even frowning.

Then he changed the medicine in a few moments, tidied up and left the woodshed.

Mo Qingcheng kept his eyes closed the whole time. After Murong Hao finished changing the medicine and went out, he opened his eyes and glanced faintly out of the window.
Chapter completed!