CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 66: RETURNING WARMTH TO YOU

Jiang Mingyue quickly lit the candle on her bedside table, not knowing where the flashlight and kerosene lamp had gone.

With the light, she could see clearly—the old lady indeed, but her bark-like old face was flushed red, like the shell of a ripe crayfish.

She hurried to check: indeed, she was ill, with typhoid dysentery, and a rash. Although not a professional doctor, she could tell such common symptoms, especially when spiritual power gathered data for easy judgment.

She went to the kitchen, poured half a bowl of water from the thermos, which was a bit hot, and during the cooling process, she took out the corresponding medicine from the pharmacy. However, the dysentery medicine was not needed anymore, since it had already occurred and would not recur.

Three types of medicine, first to reduce fever, hoping to make her feel better, and also helped her take off her coat. My goodness! The old lady really didn’t know how to take care of herself, sleeping in her coat, and covered with such a heavy quilt.

The medicine she took out included one for external use, to treat allergies. She used a wet towel to wipe the old lady’s face before applying the ointment on the rash.

Before the old lady’s fever subsided, it seemed she couldn’t leave.

Jiang Mingyue got up and went to the kitchen. The cupboard door in the old lady’s kitchen wasn’t locked. There was still rice in the rice barrel, so Jiang Mingyue started to make porridge for the patient.

Thinking how great it would be if there could be a kitchen inside the space—firstly, because she was lazy, and going to the kitchen once took up a whole lot of time.

But she didn’t know if it was possible, for she had never tried it in her previous life.

During the wait for the porridge, Jiang Mingyue went to her eldest cousin’s yard once, and she swept some bricks and usable building materials into the space.

Then she returned the same way.

Upon returning, she first checked Granny Shi, finding her complexion was already normal, even the rash had completely disappeared. In just a short while, Jiang Mingyue once again marveled at the pharmacy’s medicines—they were indeed god-level.

She also fed her some cold medicine powder, and though the person hadn’t woken up, was thankful that even asleep, she knew to cooperate in taking medicine.

Taking care of her wasn’t hard.

She adjusted the quilt and went to the kitchen to watch over the porridge pot, and during that time entered the space, trying to use spiritual power to build a stove, but nothing happened.

Tried several times to no avail.

It’s not that her spiritual power wasn’t strong enough, but rather like a headless fly—not knowing how to exert force.

This was odd!

Jiang Mingyue thought hard, running through all possibilities, then suddenly remembered the drawings she previously made for Yun Di.

If, if she drew the plans?

She decided to act, finding stationery in the old lady’s room since there was none left in the space—a sheet of notepaper and a pencil only two fingers long.

It’s enough! With experience making a bread kiln, a clay stove is child’s play.

She swiftly sketched out a three-dimensional drawing, thinking of spiritual power as perhaps needing architectural guidance through blueprints, even marking sizes, extremely detailed.

She tossed the blueprint into the space, invoked spiritual power.

This time, Jiang Mingyue watched the stove subtly form at a visible speed.

Wow! This is eerily like a construction game from the future; turns out her space could do this!

The clay stove was ready, even the chopped wood she had cut and split from the mountain was prepared.

Her space has a mountain, though not large enough, only capable of growing trees; the whole space is about the size of three football fields, with land occupying two and forest mountains one.

After cutting down trees, no need to plant manually, as falling mature pine seeds from other trees automatically enter the soil and sprout into seedlings.

She summed up a pattern: her space is not heaven-defying, following outer world’s laws except its growth speed is N times that of the outside world.

She just checked the manure she spread earlier, and those fruit tree leaves had all turned deep green, the tree trunks sturdier, quite nourished!

Over on the mung bean side, the leaves also grew more lush, and the pods were long and plump.

Based on prior experience, Jiang Mingyue drew another blueprint, this time building a house over the clay stove, forming a real kitchen.

Everything’s ready except the east wind; she just needs a large cast-iron pot.

This is a bit troublesome; the department store didn’t have one.

Jiang Mingyue exited the space first, the porridge was ready, extinguished the stove fire, then served a bowl of porridge.

Granny Shi should be waking up, right?

As Jiang Mingyue was about to check, urgent footsteps sounded in the yard.

"Old Liu, hurry."

It was Uncle Tiezhu’s voice.

Jiang Mingyue greeted them at the door.

Wang Tiezhu was startled, clearly not expecting to find her there.

"Ming Yue, are you delivering breakfast?"

"She’s ill and shouldn’t be eating; you can go back."

Having said this, she paid him no more mind and led the old man named Old Liu towards Granny Shi’s room.

Jiang Mingyue didn’t leave, following behind the old man.

"Hey? Master’s wife, you’re awake? Still have a fever? Do you feel better? You, do you want to get up? I’ll help you."

Wang Tiezhu was flustered, but the old lady didn’t need his help, sitting up by herself, her gaze passing over Wang Tiezhu, looking at Jiang Mingyue behind him.

She gestured.

Jiang Mingyue seized the chance to bring the porridge forward.

"Did you help me break my fever?" Even though she hadn’t opened her eyes earlier, it didn’t mean she wasn’t aware—the young girl’s soft yet firm hands feeding her medicine without hesitation, applying ointment so gently—there was no other candidate but her.

"Bring a mirror." She addressed Wang Tiezhu.

Wang Tiezhu, familiar with the drill, retrieved a mirror from outside and gave it to the old lady.

The old lady reflected on the spots on her neck, now completely gone; they had previously itched her to death.

She glanced at the ointment still on the cabinet, then suddenly swept all the medicines into her drawer like Lightning, locked everything in place, done in one go.

Everyone: "..."

Jiang Mingyue was only stunned for a moment before laughing: perfectly suits my intentions.

"Isn’t the porridge for me to drink? Why are you still standing there?"

Jiang Mingyue handed the porridge bowl to her.

Wang Tiezhu finally remembered his purpose.

"Master’s wife, I brought Old Liu to check on you; you shouldn’t eat temporarily."

Granny Shi glared: "Are you blind? I’m already better, what does he need to check?"

The man called Old Liu wasn’t annoyed having wasted a trip, honestly said, "Seems like you don’t need me anymore. Tiezhu, I’m leaving, call me if needed later."

Saying that, he didn’t wait for Wang Tiezhu’s response, already walking out.

"Hey! Old Liu, wait."

The old lady didn’t pause in sipping her porridge, "Go on back, I’m fine! Remember to bring lunch by noon."

Jiang Mingyue was also about to leave, observing the old lady’s gradually recovering spirit, affirming the efficacy of the god-level medicine.

Returning, Yun Di had already built half, and Jiang Mingyue’s heart spontaneously gave him a thumbs-up.

This young man is talented!

"Yun Di, want to rest for a while?"

The young man, momentarily distracted, shook his head, then resumed only to remember something, looking up, "Can you check if the goods I received are doable?"

His mind had been haunted by fear of wasting money; such a large sum she just handed to him, he couldn’t disgrace that trust.

Jiang Mingyue wasn’t aware of his inner workings, but also thought it reasonable.

"I’ll go see then."

"Mm."

Still the thatched hut of Baihua Forest, sun glaring at the passing eyes uncomfortably.

At the side of the small stone mountain, by memory mimicking Yun Di, crouching down to feel around, very soon she sensed a small protrusion, rotating counterclockwise three times, the stone cave opened.