She turned to look at Huai Zi, who was grinning at her with a look of pure contentment. She couldn't help but give him a light pat. "I didn't come to see him," she said. "I came to see this plot of land. Pu Pao, don't you want to plant something? Later, we can dig up those little fruit tree saplings from the garden and plant them here. They won't grow big under those large trees anyway." Those saplings had sprouted from casually tossed fruit pits; some she had planted on purpose.
Pu Pao's conscientiousness as a maid was growing by the day. She frowned and tried to persuade Juhua, "Young Madam, we have so many fruit trees at home, and plenty of peach trees by the river in front of our house. Isn't that enough for you to eat? The grass on the mountain is thick, and there are snakes in the undergrowth. You really shouldn't be planting things yourself. If you're set on it, just have my brother and my dad do it."
