These shelves are made of long and thick bamboo, and are fixed to them with long and thick bamboo tubes, and the five rows are neatly arranged.

The bottom of the bamboo tube is perforated to ensure that the plants planted in it are dredged with water and soil and do not rot the roots.

The ones placed against the wall are vertically shaped, and the others scattered in the courtyard are like ladders, staggered and separated to ensure that each bamboo tube can get rain, dew and sunlight.

Mu Erniang was surprised: "What is this?" ”

Mu Yunhan smiled: "It is used to grow vegetables, which can greatly save land space." ”

Mu Erniang said strangely: "How do you know? ”

"From the book." Mu Yunhan smiled, "The Gu family has a lot of books, didn't I tell you, the young master doesn't let me do things every day, just let me read and write." ”

In fact, it was her grandmother who taught her, and her grandmother didn't know where she came from so many strange methods, and she knew more than anyone else.

At that time, in Mufu, my grandmother didn't let people make this, but just quietly drew a picture for her, saying that this way she could grow more things.

Thinking of his grandmother, it was a rainy day again, and Mu Yunhan's mood became uncontrollably bad.

Mu Erniangzi found that she was in a bad mood, thinking that she was because the little day was coming, so she didn't mess with her, but intimately went to cook sugar water for her to drink.

The rain continued to fall into the evening, but it turned from heavy to light.

Mu Yunhan didn't go to Gu's house, and lay down early.

The rain dripped down from the eaves, "ticking" all night, Mu Yunhan was irritable, and put his head in the quilt, trying to avoid the terrible sound.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that she fell asleep and, as expected, had nightmares.

In the blood-colored sky, the golden phoenix of the red wedding dress flew, and the pigeon's blood-red gems sparkled.

The cold and stunning Gu Yilan and Mu Rong came hand in hand and looked at her condescendingly.

She was like a small and pitiful ant, creeping humbly on the ground, looking up at them.

Mu Rong smiled skillfully: "I said, Mu Yunhan, why aren't you dead yet, aren't you dead to Yilan?" ”

She smiled sweetly, and her scarlet-painted lips opened slightly: "Yilan, let her die." ”

Gu Yilan looked at her indifferently and stepped on her with his feet......

"Gu Yilan, you are ungrateful!"

Mu Yunhan screamed, sat up suddenly, and gasped for breath.

It was dark, the window was ajar, and there was a figure standing with her back to her.

The spotless snow-colored robe, long black hair, thin and straight, is Gu Fenglin.

"Why is the young master here?" The most secret thing in the depths of his heart was suddenly broken, and Mu Yunhan was very nervous.

Gu Fenglin turned his head slowly, his expression was cold, and he didn't answer.

Mu Yunhan lowered his eyes, not daring to make any eye contact with him.

The atmosphere froze, and both of them maintained their original postures, motionless.

There was a soft "squeak" sound, the sound of a window being pushed open and shut.

With such a heavy rain, Gu Fenglin is gone?

Mu Yunhan frowned and raised his head, but saw a shadow stop in front of the bed, Gu Fenglin not only did not leave, but came closer.

He looked at her quietly, gesticulating.

It was the code they had agreed on before, saying that he hadn't seen her yesterday and hadn't gotten any news, so he didn't worry, so he came over to take a look.

"Even if you're worried about me, there's no need to run to my room in the middle of the night, right? It's not good for people to see. ”

Mu Yunhan was in a very bad mood, and his words were a little unkind.