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After Aygul left, life went on as usual.

In July, the medicinal herbs in Baizhi Valley grew taller than a person.

Seventh Uncle would go to the fields before dawn every day, leading several workers to weed, mound soil, and check for pests.

He was even darker from the sun than last year, but his energy was even greater, and his voice was full of vigor. You could hear him shouting from afar on the edge of the field: "Don't water that row of astragalus too much! The roots will rot!"

Su Qinghan would occasionally come out of the medicine hut, stand under the corridor to listen for a bit, but she didn't pay any attention to him and let him do whatever he wanted.

This year has been dry; it hasn't rained for over a month since the start of summer.

Jiang Ruoxi brought two water pumps from the company and had a shallow ditch dug in the valley to bring the mountain stream water to the fields.

The workers took turns watering the seedlings, and thankfully the seedlings didn't dry out.

After work, Ye Chen would rush to the valley, sometimes helping his seventh uncle carry water pipes, and sometimes squatting in the fields to check the soil moisture.

He was from Medicine King Valley after all; he could tell whether the soil was dry or not just by touching it.

Seventh Uncle admired him for this, and would tell everyone he met, "My nephew may be a security guard, but he's a master at growing medicinal herbs."

Ye Chen laughed and said, "Seventh Uncle, don't reveal all my skills. What if President Jiang doesn't let me work as a security guard and makes me farm instead?"

Seventh Uncle glared at him: "What's wrong with farming? Farming is better than being a security guard."

When Shen Bo'an heard about the drought in Nancheng, he asked Shen Jingqiu to send him a large package of dried mugwort and mint.

A note was attached that read: "Herbal plants are prone to insects in dry weather. Use this to make a tea and sprinkle it on the leaves."

Ye Chen did as instructed, and it worked!

Seventh Uncle smelled the scent of mugwort and clicked his tongue, saying, "Old Shen is quite skilled."

Su Qinghan, flipping through a book beside her, said without looking up, "They've been growing medicinal herbs for decades; they're better than you."

Seventh Uncle was unconvinced. He snorted and went back to the fields. He refused to believe that anyone was better than him.

At the end of July, a heavy rain fell.

The rain started at midnight and continued until noon the next day.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi lived in a small house in the valley, listening to the rain pattering on the roof tiles.

When I woke up in the morning, the stone steps in the yard were wet, and the muddy path next to the herb field was a bit soft; when I stepped on it, half of my shoe sank in.

Su Qinghan stood under the eaves watching the rain, her expression more relaxed than usual.

Su Qinghan said, "This rain came just in time. If it had been half a month later, this year's harvest would have been reduced by more than 20%. Heaven is truly amazing."

Ye Chen brought her a cup of hot tea and stood beside her watching the rain.

In the rain, the distant medicinal herb fields were a dark green, their leaves glistening from the rain and swaying gently in the wind.

He suddenly remembered that when the first batch of medicinal herbs was planted last year, it was also raining, and he was standing here watching Su Qinghan explain seedling selection to the workers.

At that time, he hadn't married Jiang Ruoxi yet, and Ayiguli was still cleaning knives in the yard.

Life is like a slowly unfolding scroll; with each page turned, something new is added, and something old is removed.

No matter how things change, this medicinal field is still this medicinal field, Su Qinghan is still that master who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and Jiang Ruoxi is still that woman who said, "I'll go with you."

After the rain stopped, Seventh Uncle was the first to rush into the field, squat down, and dig up the soil to check the roots.

He stood up with a broad smile and shouted to Su Qinghan, "The roots aren't rotten! This rain soaked through!"

Su Qinghan ignored him, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

That afternoon, the workers went down to the fields to dredge ditches, drain water, and straighten the medicinal seedlings that had been bent over by the rain.

Jiang Ruoxi also changed into a pair of old shoes and went to help in the fields.

She was much more skilled at these tasks than when she first started, and her movements as she supported the seedlings were both gentle and steady.

Seventh Uncle, watching from the side, said to Ye Chen, "Little Chenzi, look at this, your wife is more capable than you."

Ye Chen replied, "Uncle-Master, of course! I have good taste. Are you just envious or jealous?"

In August, the first batch of autumn herbs in Baizhi Valley began to be harvested.

This year's output is almost half again as much as last year's, and the quality is also better.

Jiang Ruoxi and her company set up a temporary collection and distribution point at the entrance of the valley to sort, weigh, and pack the medicinal herbs.

Shen Jingqiu came from the south of the city to help and also to learn the harvesting process.

She squatted in the pile of herbs, separating each batch of angelica roots according to their thickness and length, her movements both swift and clean.

After observing for a while, Seventh Uncle suddenly smiled and said, "Jiang Ruoxi is a talented girl. With proper training, she will definitely become the successor of Medicine King Valley in the future."

Shen Jingqiu smiled slightly after hearing this, but didn't say anything.

During the busiest days of the harvest, Ye Chen took leave and spent every day in the valley.

One evening, he sat down to rest on the edge of the field, and Jiang Ruoxi came over and handed him a bottle of water.

The two sat side by side, watching the workers carry the last bundle of astragalus onto the truck.

The setting sun dyed the entire valley golden red, and the earthy smell of the medicinal fields mingled with the bitter taste of the herbs, carried by the evening breeze.

Ye Chen took a sip of water and said, "After this year's harvest, it will be the turn of the new fields on the south slope next year."

Jiang Ruoxi nodded: "Once the southern slope is developed, production can double again. At that time, we can talk to the pharmaceutical factories in the south about long-term cooperation."

Ye Chen said, "Wife, you handle it. I'll just take care of planting the herbs."

Jiang Ruoxi turned her head to look at Ye Chen and said, "You don't just manage to grow herbs; you have a lot to do."

Ye Chen smiled and put his arm around her shoulder.

The two of them sat there, watching the sun slowly sink behind the mountains.

That night, Ye Chen sent Ayiguli a photo.

The photo shows a warehouse full of medicinal herbs, with the "Anhetang" plaque at the entrance glowing with a warm, wooden hue in the twilight.

He added a line: "Guli, the angelica is better this year than last year. How about you? We all miss you very much."

I received a reply the next morning.

There is only one photo, which is a profile of Ayiguli standing in front of a medicinal herb field, holding a handful of freshly dug angelica roots.

The background features the apricot tree and a small mud-walled hut.

She was wearing a local robe, her hair was a little messy from the wind, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

There were no words, but Ye Chen understood them.

She grew it over there too.

Ye Chen handed the photo to Su Qinghan.

Su Qinghan took it, looked at it for a while, and said, "Guli has grown up quite a bit."

Then return the photo to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen saved the photos to his phone and put them together with the ones Ayiguli had sent him before.

Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi both recalled the experiences of going through life and death with Ayiguli.

Those thrilling scenes are still vivid in my mind.

Ye Chen thought that these people, these places, and these medicinal fields were like waterways flowing from different directions and eventually converging in one place.

Baizhi Valley is a lake, Yaowang Valley is a spring, and Anhetang is a ferry crossing.

Aygul's remote medicinal herb field is the furthest point this waterway can reach.

No matter how far apart they are, the water is always connected.

The same goes for the people; they will always be one family with Ayiguli.