Ye Zhinan squatted on the ground and noticed that the temperature inside the greenhouse was gradually rising.
Even though the temperature rose slowly, it still had the effect of keeping warm.
She happily jumped up, her eyes beaming with joy.
She had achieved a preliminary victory.
"Next, we'll have to see how it goes at night."
Since she got the space, she had often come in to check.
Over time, she gradually noticed that time passed several days faster in the space than outside.
Just a few hours passed, and the bright sun at noon had given way to the high - hanging moon.
The temperature inside the greenhouse dropped slightly, but it was still within the normal range, not cold enough to freeze the plants.
This was the best result she could achieve for now.
Ye Zhinan climbed out of the space and lay in bed, sleeping her first peaceful sleep in days.
The rooster crowed outside. Ye Zhinan irritably turned over, her face full of annoyance.
She never used to think sleeping was such a wonderful thing, but now that things were on track, she became more and more attached to her warm little bed.
"Nan Nan is still sleeping. I'll go wake her up."
"No trouble. It's rare for her to rest. Let her sleep a bit longer."
Ye Zhinan smacked her lips and secretly praised this person in her heart for being so considerate.
Then she suddenly sat up, grabbing her hair forcefully.
"Zhao Qingfeng!"
The intense pain helped her wake up a bit. She got out of bed quickly, wiped her face casually, and pushed the door open.
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I slept in this morning. Sorry to keep you waiting."
Being caught sleeping in was still a bit embarrassing.
She cleared her throat nonchalantly, trying to ease the atmosphere between them.
"It's okay. My mother said that girls should sleep more for good skin. Sleeping in once in a while is nothing."
Ye Zhinan tilted her head slightly, mentally giving Mrs. Zhao a thumbs - up.
Suddenly meeting Han Xiangmei's cold glare, she quickly turned away and continued chatting with the person in front of her politely.
Those weren't just looks; they were like knives.
They seemed to want to execute her slowly at any moment.
Zhao Qingfeng seemed to remember something and took out a piece of cloth from his bosom.
"This was woven by my mother. I don't know if it meets your standards."
Ye Zhinan took the cloth and carefully spread it out.
Although it wasn't as translucent as silk, it was the thinnest cloth she had seen so far.
"My mother said it could be made even thinner, but she's been very busy recently and didn't have time to figure it out carefully. This is just a preliminary sample."
Ye Zhinan nodded and looked up at Zhao Qingfeng with gratitude in her eyes.
He was really doing his best to help her.
"It's okay. It's not completely cold yet. We still have time."
She hesitated, raising her eyes to gauge his reaction, not sure if she should speak up.
"You want me to help you set it up and test the effect first, right?"
Zhao Qingfeng's eyes were open and honest, as if he could see through her mind.
This time it was Ye Zhinan's turn to blush. She lowered her head and her voice was muffled.
"Yes, but..."
"Then have your meal, and we'll go to the field."
Ye Zhinan's eyes curved into a smile. She didn't even care about eating and turned around to pull him outside.
"Mom, I won't have breakfast!"
By the time Han Xiangmei came out with a spatula in her hand, there was no sign of them in the yard.
She shook her head helplessly. Then, thinking that Ye Zhinan had gone out with the Zhao boy, she felt much happier.
She hummed a tune and went back to cook.
"My father and elder brother have gone to the market. They probably won't be back until night. So I'll have to trouble you."
Sister Hong secretly introduced a job to Han Xiangmei. The things needed for two weddings were to be sewn by her.
However, Sister Hong only acted as a go - between, and they had to figure out how to deliver the goods themselves.
The whole family discussed for half a night and finally decided to take the job.
Even though it was very risky, it might help them attract a few more people.
They hoped to get rid of being at others' mercy soon.
However, this was the Ye family's private matter. Even though the two families had a good relationship, she wouldn't go into details.
After all, no one wanted to give away their way of making money.
"It doesn't matter. It's just a small favor. And it's good that I can participate so that I'll know how to make modifications when I get back."
The two quickly set up a simple greenhouse and carefully coated it with wax oil.
Ye Zhinan left a simple thermometer inside and quietly waited for the result.
"Do you think we'll succeed?"
"We will."
She turned to stare at Zhao Qingfeng. There seemed to be stars in her eyes, shining into his heart.
The two sat side by side. Zhao Qingfeng could smell the faint fragrance on her body and feel his own heart pounding.
Not far away, Qin Yihuai threw away the bamboo pole in his hand and coldly stared at the two in front of him.
Chen Zhenhai shrank his neck and secretly took a few steps back.
He didn't want to be a scapegoat.
"Let's go. They don't need our help anymore."
Qin Yihuai casually threw the cloth on the ground, and the bamboo pole in his hand snapped.
He didn't know where this sudden anger came from. Just seeing them being so close made him feel suffocated.
"Allow this lowly one to say something inappropriate. You've always been silently giving, only to make a wedding dress for others."
Qin Yihuai returned to the supply station with a cold face and locked himself in the room as soon as he entered.
Chen Zhenhai really couldn't stand it anymore. Finally, he stood at the door and carefully reminded him.
"She'll make her own judgment."
The person outside stopped talking, sighed, and turned away.
The room fell silent again. Qin Yihuai opened the box and took out the small portrait that had been sealed for years.
The side - face of a girl was painted on the gilded paper. It was faintly recognizable that she resembled Ye Zhinan.
Even after so many years, the ink on it was still clear.
At that time, he had nothing but half a piece of rice paper and a half - dry writing brush.
To him, those were the most precious things.
"You're also precious to me."
...
Ye Zhinan was completely unaware of what had happened. She only heard some noise behind her.
She turned around but didn't find anything strange. She thought it was a mouse and stood up, patting the dirt off her body, ready to go home for dinner.
She could handle the rest of the things by herself. She originally wanted Zhao Qingfeng to go home quickly while it was still light.
Unexpectedly, he insisted on staying.
"You'll be on guard until night. It's not safe at night. I'd better stay with you until your uncle and the others come back."
Ye Zhinan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. She thought he had a point.
The two quickly finished their meal and went back to wait.
"The temperature collected during the day is still too low. This is because the cloth doesn't let enough light through. It can barely work for now, but it won't do when it gets colder."
She squatted on the ground, muttering to herself. Her tone was light, but her eyebrows remained furrowed.
"I'm afraid I'll have to trouble your aunt again."
The experiment ended in failure. The daytime temperature was not high enough. Even if the temperature was well - preserved at night, it still couldn't meet the standard.
Ye Zhinan urged Zhao Qingfeng to go home quickly, while she planned to stay and continue observing.
"If you don't go back now, Uncle Zhao will come looking for you from me."