Chapter 575 - 575: Making Candles
The Sickly General's Wife With A Spatial Ability Is Loved By All
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Luo Jinâan held Su Binglanâs hand as he spoke. His heart clenched when he realized her palms were cold. Immediately after, he gently placed her hands in his and warmed them for her, saying, âCome inside. Itâs cold out here.â
âAll right, letâs go inside the house.â
After returning to the house, Su Binglan looked at the candle on her husbandâs table. When she noticed there was only one remaining candle, she asked, âDonât you have any more candles?â
Su Binglan thought the light from the candle was too dim. It was not good for her husbandâs eyes if he worked with such dim lighting.
Luo Jinâan was stacking his papers when he paused and said softly, âl only have this candle left. Iâll get someone to buy more tomorrow.â
For the safety of his subordinates, Luo Jinâan told everyone to live at the foot of a very remote mountain. There was a long distance between here and the nearest market.
Therefore, one would only return late at night if one went out in the morning. Hence, one might not be able to get what one might need at night. After all, things were chaotic outside, with bandits and spies hiding in the darkness.
Luo Jinâanâs subordinates might get in trouble if they accidentally exposed themselves. Moreover, the Hongs of Beishao Country were looking for Luo Jinâan and his people.
So, Luo Jinâan thought he should finish using his only remaining candle for now. He did not want anyone to leave the premises and risk getting in trouble.
âIs that because Iâve been using up the candles?â Su Binglan said with self-blame. She had used many candles after teaching everyone to cook at night. She also lit candles to illuminate the place whenever she was busy at
âIndeed, it was a waste of candles.â
âNo, itâs not you. Donât blame yourself.â Luo Jinâan shook his head.
After some thought, Su Binglan said, âFortunately, I can get some oil for us to light oil lamps.â
She felt using candles was much more convenient because lamps tended to burn oil and go out faster. She could use a candle for a long while to save resources.
After more thought, she said, âIt would be great if I could make candles.â
âCandles are too expensive in this era.â
Su Binglanâs eyes instantly lit up. She exclaimed excitedly, âJinâan, I have an idea! I have an idea!â
Luo Jinâanâs mood improved when he saw how happy his wife was. He asked, âWhatâs your idea?â
âWe can make our own candles!â Su Binglanâs eyes brightened even more.
âMake our own?â Luo Jinâan raised his eyebrows. As far as he knew, making candles was not that simple. However, his wife could always surprise him.
âSince she said that, she can undoubtedly do it.â
Luo Jinâanâs eyes also lit up.
âYes, thatâs what weâll do,â Su Binglan said solemnly, âEveryone uses beeswax now, but we can make white candles from white wax. Certain insects secret the wax I mentioned.â
She had not considered that before. Still, she felt she had a huge business opportunity if she could make white candles.
Luo Jinâan turned thoughtful upon hearing his wifeâs words. âIt would be great if we could make candles, but where do we find those insects you mentioned?â
âThese insects live in places with high temperatures. They typically produce white wax during spring.â
âSo, we must go somewhere warm to get these things, right?â Luo Jinâan asked thoughtfully.
Su Binglan nodded. âYes, but itâs too cold here, so itâs unsuitable for harvesting white wax. Weâll go to the south to look when we have time. There will also be plenty of business opportunities in the south.â
âYes, but thereâs no rush in making white wax now,â Luo Jinâan said softly.
âSince I canât make candles now, I can make you an oil lamp.â Making oil lamps was easy, so Su Binglan made a simple one for her husband. That way, the room would be brighter, and Luo Jinâan could continue reading the information he had received.
âAre you going to burn all those after reading them?â Su Binglan asked.
It was vital information if Luo Jinâan burned them after reading them.
âYes, we cannot allow these pieces of information to fall into the hands of others.â
âCan I see them?â Su Binglan blinked.
âOf course, you can. Youâre my wife. You can see all of these.â
Still, there were some things he could not tell Su Binglan since he did not want her to worry about them. Although he could not trust others, he knew he could trust his wife. Moreover, Su Binglan had nothing else to do at that moment.
She felt her heart ache for Luo Jinâan when she read the messages he received. She just wanted to do something for him. âIâll help you on the sidelines by burning the ones you think you should burn.â
Since she had nothing else to do, she decided to help her husband however she could.
Luo Jinâanâs hands paused when he saw the messages. He turned to look at his wife and said, âYouâve been busy all day. You need your rest.â
âBut Iâm not tired.â Su Binglan shook her head.
âHow can you not be tired? You havenât rested since returning from Black Mountain Forest. Plush, youâve been busy making dumplings with the others until now.â
Luo Jinâan did not want his wife to tire herself like that, if possible. However, she was insistent, and he could only accompany her.
âAs long as sheâs happy, I guess.â
Su Binglan did not feel tired because she would feel accomplished if she helped her husband.
âl wasnât tired even after visiting Black Mountain Forest. Besides, you know how oneâs mood will improve after harvest. Then there was the dumpling making, where everyone helped. I only moved my mouth and gave instructions. I quite enjoy this lively atmosphere.â
Su Binglan also enjoyed helping her husband.
Luo Jinâan recalled his subordinatesâ happiness and said, âEveryone has been smiling non-stop since you arrived. Aunt Songs and the othersâ children were frightened initially, but they enjoy being close to you now.â He was attentive and noticed the changes in everyone.
âThose kids remind me of Xuexuan and Xuehai,â Su Binglan said.
Her nephews were sensible and obedient. Su Wenzhe and Liu Yinyin did not even have to keep such a close eye on the two little ones. Sometimes, Su
Xuexuan and Su Xuehai even offered to help Su Binglan when she was busy
cooking.
âAre you homesick?â Luo Jinâan asked softly.
Su Binglan shook her head. âIâm all right. I just came here not too long ago.
Besides, I already settled everything at home before leaving. My family should be okay without me for a while.â
She had not grown accustomed to being away from home but felt better since her husband was beside her. That was mainly because the young couple had known each other since Su Binglan was Lan Ruobing.
Su Binglan still felt a sense of familiarity when facing Luo Jinâan. She might have treated him as her brother when she was Lan Ruobing, but things had changed since he became her husband..