For a moment, she felt a little sour in her heart.
She had already disliked the little lady's appearance when she saw her. She used to be considered the best-looking girl in the village.
I know that yesterday and today I have been hearing people in the village praising the young couple of the Lu family who live at the foot of Yan'an Mountain, saying that they are as beautiful as the living Lady Guanyin.
When she heard this, she felt unhappy and wanted to come to Yan'an Mountain to have a look. Unexpectedly, she actually met him. As expected, he looked astonishing as he was rumored to be.
The most amazing thing is her husband.
"Huanhuan, why are you still standing there? Have you cut the pigweed that you asked to go up the mountain to cut?"
Shi Huanhuan looked at the thin black woman walking from a distance, frowned and said: "The cut is here, why are you urging me?"
Her family lives in the middle of the village. The conditions at home are not bad or particularly good, but the house is better than An Shuyao's.
Aunt Shi came closer and took the bamboo basket from her: "You are so slow, the pigs will starve to death."
Shi Huanhuan lowered his head and followed his mother. Then he couldn't help but look behind him and said, "Mom, what are the names of the new couple?"
Aunt Shi walked in front: "Miss Lu's surname is An, and her name is An Shuyao. Mr. Lu doesn't know. She didn't tell her when we came back by bullock cart today."
"By the way, I'm going to dig some sweet potatoes to give to them in a few days. Alas, it's so pitiful that they fled to Anzhou."
Shi Huanhuan's attention was focused on delivering the things. Her eyes brightened slightly: "Mom, let me give them to you. It's just a good time to get to know the new neighbors."
Aunt Shi agreed without thinking too much.
As soon as An Shuyao returned home, he first heated the medicine for Lu Jin, then put the dug yams in a basin and carried them to the well.
Rolling up her sleeves, she began to wash off the mud from the yams. She planned to keep some to give away and cook the rest, which was at least 500 yuan a pound.
Lu Jin carried a stool and sat by the door to watch An Shuyao washing yams. Her delicate hands were soaked in ice water and turned red, but she didn't feel the cold as she washed them hard.
An Shuyao glanced at Lu Jin with sharp eyes, straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned his back to him and muttered: "Mr. sir, there are forty or fifty kilograms here. The old doctor said that the prepared yam costs five hundred yuan a day."
If you sell it, you will have several taels of silver to buy medicine for your illness."
An Shuyao said casually, but received no response from Lu Jin. She was stunned for a moment, and turned around to find that Lu Jin was no longer sitting at the door.
She was a little frustrated in her heart, why was this villain so difficult to suppress, and then she cheered herself up. It had only been a few days, and her temper was there before. How could Lu Jin see her sincerity in a day or two.
She wants to be like the wind and drizzle, slowly seeping in.
She told herself not to rush, as long as she was good to him, her villainous husband would probably not tear her into pieces again.
Thinking about her own ending, An Shuyao couldn't help but shudder. She couldn't help but think about it. She was only sixteen years old and had a great time. She didn't want to die.
Lu Jin was just angry at himself. He felt that his cold heart seemed to be loosened a little. He felt that maybe An Shuyao had really changed, but he was also afraid that she was pretending deliberately to make him feel relieved.
He grew up in intrigues and intrigues since he was a child. No one in the palace was sincere to him, including his biological mother, who only regarded him as a tool to seize power.
But now that he was deposed, his biological mother was still the aloof Queen Mother, who didn't even plead for him. The poison in his body was fed by his biological mother, even if it was Lu Xian's order.
Lu Jin closed his eyes hard, there was no such thing as sincerity in the world.
Even if the situation is difficult, he should not let down his guard.
Until he brought a bowl of steaming medicine in front of him, An Shuyao's watery eyes were filled with worry: "Mr. sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
As she said that, she wanted to reach out and touch Lu Jin's forehead, but Lu Jin opened it very quickly, and he shouted coldly: "Don't touch me!"
An Shuyao looked at the red back of his hand and was stunned for two seconds, and then looked at Lu Jin's extremely cold face and the disgust that could not be concealed in his eyes.
Her red lips parted slightly, then she took back her hand, lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry... just drink the medicine, I'll make the yam."
Lu Jin looked at her back as she ran out in a panic. The white mist of the medicine covered his delicate face. He looked at his white palms and then at her heated medicine.
Then he stood up and walked out.
Then he found that An Shuyao was missing and the courtyard door was slightly open.
He looked at the courtyard door in a daze, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his expression was inexplicable.
After An Shuyao came out, she went to Aunt Lin's place. She rubbed the back of her hands and muttered: "You bitch, you still have such a temper after taking care of you."
If she didn't want to survive, she would just care about him for the sake of his beauty! Otherwise, how would he, a weakling like him, survive?
In her heart, An Shuyao wanted to chase Lu Jin and then dump him! Let him also feel the feeling of being left out.
Then I thought of his cruel methods, and timidly wiped out the idea. It was better to wait until he recovered from his illness, and then they would break up and we would not owe each other anything!
An Shuyao brought a yam, estimated to weigh two kilograms, and knocked on Aunt Lin's door.
After Aunt Lin opened the door, she looked a little surprised: "Ms. Lu, why are you here?"
An Shuyao picked up the basket: "I'll give you some yam. It's very nourishing. You should call me Shuyao or Yaoyao to be more cordial."
Aunt Lin took the yam with some embarrassment. The yam looked white and tender, more beautiful than her radish. She had only heard of this kind of thing but had never seen it before: "Girl Yao, isn't this thing expensive? I can't
receive."
An Shuyao waved her hand: "It's not expensive, Aunt Lin. Just eat it with peace of mind. By the way, I also want to ask you for some wheat bran. Do you have any at home?"
When she heard that she wanted wheat bran, Aunt Lin nodded quickly: "There are some, but what do you want this for? We usually use it as livestock feed."
"It's of some use, please spread it a little and give it to me."
After harvesting the yams, Aunt Lin went to Anshu Yao to distribute the wheat bran. The land in Anzhou was barren, but it was easy to grow wheat, so almost every household had this kind of wheat bran.
Aunt Lin packed a lot for her, which she used to process yam. After saying goodbye to Aunt Lin, she carried the wheat bran and headed home.
She will never talk to that bitch man again today.
She pushed open the courtyard door, and Lu Jin subconsciously looked at her. An Shuyao went directly to the kitchen, and soon the sound of chopping yams could be heard inside.
After cooking dinner, she went to the kitchen to cook yam.
After working until late at night, she took out the cooked yam and let it cool, then washed herself before going to bed.
Lu Jin was already asleep, with his back to her.
This time she went to bed quietly without touching him, and fell asleep quickly.
Hearing her breathing, Lu Jin dared to turn around and look at her in the dark night.
An Shuyao: You bitch! I must teach you to be a good person.