Chapter 297: Chapter 297

On the Deserted Mountain, everyone was sitting on the heated kang, spinning wool yarn.

Pei Shu’er mentioned that, in time, this yarn could be used to knit sweaters, weave socks, scarves, and gloves, and even make cushions.

In short, it had a multitude of uses.

At that moment, Tang Shuo and Tang Qinghuan suddenly exclaimed with delight in the courtyard, "Big Brother, you’re back?"

Tang Qingning smiled and glanced at Pei Shu’er, gently nudging her.

"Aren’t you going to quickly welcome your dear husband?"

Pei Shu’er blushed. Ever since that day she slept until noon and had bite marks on her neck, Tang Qingning would tease her about it.

However, Tang Qingning, having been married and then divorced, should understand that this was entirely normal.

Moreover, she and Tang Zan hadn’t even done that yet, right?

It was just a bite, after all.

There was no need to tease her like that.

Tang Zan walked in, bringing with him a chill.

Pei Shu’er pulled him onto the heated kang to sit and handed him a hand warmer.

"Why have you come back at this time of day?"

Tang Zan raised an eyebrow, "From what you’re saying, it seems you don’t want me back?"

Seeing the dangerous look on Tang Zan’s face, Pei Shu’er didn’t dare say she didn’t want him back.

She said, "Of course I do, and it’s just in time for lunch too."

Tang Zan said, "After lunch, come with me to the military camp; General Zhao needs you to oversee the construction of ships."

Pei Shu’er nodded. Thinking of this, she pointed to a few pairs of newly knitted wool socks on the heated kang.

"Yinxing, wrap these pairs of socks up; I’ll take them with me later."

Tang Zan raised an eyebrow at Pei Shu’er, his somewhat cool hand somehow already on the back of hers.

She could feel his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand, and Pei Shu’er’s cheeks flushed a little.

"This is just normal social interaction."

Tang Zan curled his lips, "I didn’t say you couldn’t; do you think I’m stingy?"

Pei Shu’er said nothing more, feeling that Tang Zan was indeed somewhat peculiar.

When it came to money, he was not stingy, but when it came to the things she made or the food she cooked, he didn’t like anyone else touching them.

He was quite tyrannical and bossy.

In addition, he was rather stubborn and obstinate.

Sometimes, even if she spent a bit more time with the subordinates...

He would get jealous and then take it out by thoroughly nibbling on her.

It’s not like she’s some spicy duck neck.

Pei Shu’er said, "My sister-in-law knitted these."

Tang Zan’s expression improved considerably.

Pei Shu’er noticed that Tang Qingning struggled a bit with learning medicine.

But when it came to knitting and needlework, she was even better than the maids.

Perhaps she was just a little genius with a full set of skills in weaving and knitting.

She might have just put her talent in the wrong place.

Tang Qingning pointed to a pair of white socks with an orchid embroidered on them.

"Other than this pair, you can give the rest to whomever you want."

She pulled the pair over, placing them beside her, instinctively brushing her fingers over the orchid.

Tang Zan saw the orchid, his eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

If Nalan Chuan knew his sister still thought of him, who knows how he’d feel.

Clearly, they were so close before, if it weren’t for this exile...

Yinxing packed up the other wool socks and gloves and handed them to Pei Shu’er.

If it were in modern times, the wool socks and gloves in her hands might not be given away, but fortunately, this was ancient times.

These items didn’t exist here, so they were considered quite rare.

The two of them had a meal and then rode on horseback to the military camp.

Pei Shu’er distributed the wool socks and gloves to Zhang Feng and several Commanders close to Tang Zan.

Looking at these fuzzy things, they immediately knew they were very warm.

They promptly ran to another place, put on the wool socks, and then slipped their shoes on.

At the moment they wore them, they were almost moved to tears.

This... this was incredibly warm.

The soft wool socks wrapped around their nearly numb feet, gradually warming them up.

With warm feet, their entire bodies soon heated up too.

They did have socks before, but those were made from cotton cloth, only a thin layer.

Compared to most soldiers who didn’t have socks, they were already considered fortunate.

But once they put on these wool socks, they realized how privileged Tang Zan’s life was.

Upon hearing Pei Shu’er’s explanation, they came to know that in the third household, from the masters to the servants, everyone had wool socks. Orıginal content can be found at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵

Really, comparing oneself to others only brings irritation.

Everyone else was still fuming, but Zhang Feng slyly snatched two pairs of wool gloves and hid them away.

He had a pair on his hands too, but he didn’t make a sound.

He made a gesture to Pei Shu’er and quietly left.

A dog is always Zhang Feng the dog.

Even until Zhang Feng disappeared, no one noticed; they rummaged through the package looking for gloves.

Upon seeing the gloves, everyone’s first thought was that they must be warm.

Their second thought was they might not be suitable for actual use, definitely not for work.

Wearing gloves would make movements clumsy.

However, when they put the gloves on, Tang Zan smiled and flipped the mitten cover over, fastening it with a button.

Only then did everyone realize these gloves were actually fingerless.

Although it did affect dexterity somewhat, the impact wasn’t too great.

Everyone’s eyes were smiling; these gloves were really excellent, perfectly balanced between flexible and inflexible, allowing for some tasks to be accomplished.

And they didn’t have to worry about being cumbersome.

A Commander named Zhu Xian jokingly slapped Yan Huan Yu on the back.

"I always said, how come everyone else got frostbite, and you didn’t, you brat were hiding something from me, weren’t you hiding these wool gloves."

Yan Huan Yu giggled, his crescent-like eyes filled with thick laughter.

"Yeah, it was these wool gloves."

Actually, there was also a hat, earmuffs, scarf; these things couldn’t be discovered by these old men, or they’d snatch them.

Pei Shu’er said, "Since that’s the case, let’s return to the General’s Tent to await the General Order."

Everyone was happy as Zhang Feng came out of the kitchen with some food for Pei Shu’er, even though it wasn’t anything special, it was at least a gesture of goodwill.

When Zhang Feng returned the gesture, Pei Shu’er realized she had made a friend.

It was no longer just a subservient pleasing a superior but a genuine equal friendship.

This was no doubt connected to her personality and efforts, as well as her current status in the army.

A Commander named Zhu Xian touched the back of his head.

He chuckled, saying, "Miss Pei, I have some Dazi wine here; I snatched it from a Dazi’s water pouch and haven’t drunk it yet. I’ll give it to you."

Pei Shu’er smiled and nodded, "Thank you."

The others were a bit embarrassed.

They had underestimated how much Tang Zan’s wife had generously offered them, yet they had forgotten to give a return gift.