The Prime Minister’s Darling

Chapter 115: 97 Stealing Fragrance (Second Watch)

Gu Jiao and Xiao Jingkong came down from the mountain, and Xiao Liulang had already returned from the Academy.

Gu Xiaoshun had recently moved into the Academy, partly because he had fallen out with the Gu Family, and also because he was fascinated with the knife tools that Xiao Liulang had given him, and carved with them every night by lamplight in his dormitory.

As for Xiao Liulang’s safety, there was no need for him to worry. Uncle Luo had sprained his leg recently, so the ox cart was now driven by his son, Dazhuang.

Dazhuang and Gu Xiaoshun were good friends, guaranteeing to take good care of Xiao Liulang.

Xiao Liulang was fetching water bucket after bucket into the house, and it seemed he was having a hard time.

Given his limited mobility, Gu Jiao seldom asked him to do such heavy work. Gu Jiao walked over and took the wooden bucket from him: “Let me do it.”

“I can do it.” Xiao Liulang said.

“You go start the fire, I’ll cook later.” Gu Jiao didn’t give him a chance to refuse, decisively took the bucket, shouldered it with a pole, added another bucket, and turned to fetch water from the village well.

Xiao Jingkong patted his chest and said, “I want to help Jiaojiao fetch water too!”

After saying that, he found his own custom-made tools—a mini carrying pole and two mini wooden buckets—from the backyard, copied Gu Jiao, shouldered them on his small body, and went off to fetch water with an air of determination!

These tools were made by Gu Jiao for Xiao Jingkong. The reason was that he wanted to help but couldn’t carry the big buckets. So Gu Jiao made him a set of tiny, lightweight wooden buckets that could seal without spilling water, accompanied by a small carrying pole.

Although the water he carried back each time amounted to less than a full bowl, Gu Jiao had spent quite a lot of time and energy making the tools for him.

Back at the old well, Gu Jiao first drew water to fill Xiao Jingkong’s tiny buckets. Although she allowed him to carry water, she expressly forbade him to draw water from the well himself.

Xiao Jingkong was obedient and never went near the old well.

The two of them carried the water they fetched back home. When Gu Jiao’s two big buckets of water were poured out, the water level in the cistern rose significantly.

As for Xiao Jingkong’s two small buckets of water… well, it seemed as if no water had been added at all.

But Xiao Jingkong, looking at the full cistern, still felt that his two scoops of water had played a significant role. He was very proud of himself!

“What are you grinning about?”

It was Xiao Liulang who came over.

As soon as Xiao Liulang entered the stove house, he saw a certain little monk standing on a stool, looking at the cistern with a proud face.

He’s just looking at water waves. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was admiring his own handiwork!

Hearing the voice of his nasty brother-in-law, Xiao Jingkong’s little face became serious. He raised his eyebrows at him, and said with a cold hum, “I am working. I am laboring!”

Xiao Liulang was a bit amused by him: “You know what labor is? What can a three-year-old kid do?”

Xiao Jingkong hopped off the stool, and said angrily, “I can do a lot more than you think! I can draw water! I can feed the chickens! I can help Jiaojiao do the laundry! Half of the clothes at home are washed by me! I do more work at home than you do! I’m not a little kid! You are!”

Xiao Liulang glanced at his toy pole and toy buckets, and chuckled, “You sure can work.”

Making others do all the work.

Playing with these things, how tiring it must be.

“Hum!” To prove that he was indeed a capable little worker at home, Xiao Jingkong decisively walked over to the wooden tub soaking with clothes. He rolled up his pants, kicked off his shoes, and jumped into the tub. He cheerfully started trampling on Xiao Liulang’s court clothes with his little feet!

Xiao Liulang was completely taken aback.

The clothes at home… were they all washed like this?

Xiao Jingkong’s little feet were trampling happily.

Even if it wasn’t raining, he could enjoy the fun of splashing water and even wash the clothes clean. He must be a clever and hardworking kid!

Gu Jiao came out, originally planning to wash the clothes herself, but seeing Xiao Jingkong trampling on them, she decided to wait.

Xiao Liulang asked incredulously, “Are all the clothes at home washed like this?”

Gu Jiao grunted approvingly: “Not just the clothes, the pickles you eat every day were also made by him trampling on them in the same way.”

Xiao Liulang was immediately: “…!!”

“Hahaha!” Gu Jiao was suddenly doubled over with laughter.

She seldom laughed so much, but seeing Xiao Liulang’s expression, as if he had swallowed a fly, really tickled her humor in both her past and this life.

“Just kidding.” She said, “How could I let him trample on the pickles?”

Xiao Liulang breathed a sigh of relief: Whew, that was close.

Gu Jiao continued, “His strength is so small that he can’t trample well.”

Xiao Liulang: “…”

So it’s not because his feet were dirty and the pickles couldn’t be eaten?

So, does that mean in the future when the little monk gets stronger, he will be able to trample pickles for me to eat?