The fan in Lian Manman's hands, edged with coarse cloth, was prepared by Lady Zhang.
As Lian Manman fanned herself, she couldn't help but laugh. Lady Zhang asked her what was funny, and Lian Manman just shook her head, saying nothing. She couldn't very well admit that in her previous life's memories, it was only the elder men and women in the countryside who used these kinds of fans. When she pictured herself, superimposed with the image of those elders, she found the thought amusing.
Sitting in the shade of the trees was a delightful affair, especially after Wu Lang and Xiao Qi had removed all the cicadas from the nearby trees. Without the cicadas' chirping, it was even more so.
But the only downside was that where there were trees, there would also be yang lazi.
