Cheng Qingwen blinked and said softly: "I don't know, I picked it up on the way. Mom, don't ask so many questions. The more you know, the faster you will die."
Cheng Hua'er thought about it and realized that it made sense.
"Huanhan, do you really have nothing to do with Master Yuan?"
Cheng Qingwen was stunned when asked, and subconsciously answered: "What relationship can he have with me?"
The woman opened her mouth, looked at her daughter's expression, and didn't ask any more questions.
Cheng Qingwen brought the prepared medicine into the back room and saw that Yuan Qi was fully dressed and sitting on the bed.
"Qiaoqiao has just prepared the medicine, drink it quickly."
"Thank you." Motoqi took the medicine, raised his head and drank it directly.
Cheng Qingwen took the medicine bowl and was about to walk out when she heard the person on the bed speak.
"Did you know that if it were someone else today, you would probably die in the back mountain."
"I know, but it's you."
Yuan Qi was slightly startled when he heard this and raised his eyes to look at her. He didn't know what the emotion was in his eyes.
"You just believe me that much?"
Cheng Qingwen blinked and said with a smile: "I believe it, otherwise I wouldn't have given you the tomatoes worth thousands of gold."
When Yuan Qi heard this, he laughed in a low voice: "Atong has already taken the tomatoes on the road. He will arrive in the capital before the year, but the reward will not be until March."
Cheng Qingwen nodded subconsciously and said softly: "It's fine in March, and I'm not in a hurry to use the money."
The grain planted in the ground can be harvested in the next year. If you sell it, you will get dozens of taels of silver, and you can live a good year.
If the reward of a thousand taels is really what Motoqi said, he can also buy a house in the town, buy a store and open a business, thus completing the task given by the system.
Cheng Qinghan lowered her head and thought, completely unaware that the person in front of her was looking at her carefully.
She has creamy skin, a high nose and cherry lips, and her deer-like eyes are staring at nowhere.
The pink cotton coat outlines her slender body, and her black hair is tied behind her back with a pink headband.
Moan Qi looked at her face and remembered the picture of beauty he saw in his father's study when he was a child. It didn't need gold ornaments and neon clothes to embellish it, and it was more beautiful than flowers.
He obeyed his heart, put aside the etiquette he had practiced since elementary school, and stroked his small earlobe.
When he met Cheng Qingwen's different eyes, he blushed instantly and quickly took his hand back.
Just as Motoqi was racking his brains on how to apologize, the girl beside the bed spoke.
"Are there bugs?"
Motoqi opened his mouth, wondering whether he should respond.
"I'm going to find my grandma and ask for some anthelmintics."
Cheng Qingwen quickly walked out of the room without waiting for the person on the bed to answer. She leaned against the closed door and gently touched her red earlobe.
Her heart was beating fast, the boy's unique scent seemed to linger on the tip of her nose, and the ambiguous gesture lingered in her mind.
Motoqi must have gone crazy!
"Huanhan, what are you doing standing at the door?" Song Qiaoqiao came over with the medicine and asked in surprise: "Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"
Cheng Qingwen touched her hot cheek and said quickly: "No, it's just a little hot in the room."
"There's not even a charcoal fire in the house, so why are you heating it?"
Cheng Qingwan choked for a moment and changed the subject: "Is this medicine for Yuan Qi?"
"Yes, Aunt Cheng asked me to deliver it, and there is another bowl for you."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, picked up a bowl and drank it.
"I'll go to the kitchen to make some food first. Can you bring it in?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked out.
Song Qiaoqiao looked at the panicked back and felt confused.
Cheng Qingwen stood in front of the stove, calmed down her mind, and started cooking dinner.
She put the prepared bamboo shoots and marinated meat on the mixed bread, made it into steamed buns, and steamed them in a pot.
After a while, Song Qiaoqiao walked in and stood in front of the stove, hesitating to speak.
"Just tell me what you have to say."
Song Qiaoqiao raised an intriguing smile and looked at the person in front of him: "Master Yuan may have been burned out."
The warm water that Cheng Qingwen had just put into his mouth spurted out: "Is this really burning you up?"
"When I went in, I saw that his face was red, and he kept staring at his fingers. He didn't answer after calling for a long time. Isn't this because he was burned out? Could it be that he was seduced?"
Cheng Qingwen's mouth twitched. Although she didn't want to admit it, her sixth sense told her that this might be her fault.
She smelled the aroma wafting from the pot and sighed: "Since he's burned to death, let's send him back quickly. Maybe he can be rescued."
Song Qiaoqiao opened her mouth, looked at the person in front of her and said seriously: "Azhu has been here. I don't know what he said in the house. When he came out, he said that Mr. Yuan would stay with us for a few days."
Cheng Qingwen looked up and down his two tile-roofed houses. They were bare walls, cold in winter and hot in summer, and even the wooden bed creaked when he turned over. What did the young master from the capital see in this?
The answer was right at her fingertips, but she chose to ignore it.
"Huanhan, what are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking, why don't you ask A-Zhu for accommodation fees? Why don't you borrow their carriage so we don't have to walk tomorrow?"
Song Qiaoqiao laughed angrily, and after a while, she said: "Isn't the important point where we stay tonight?"
"That's right, then let's send the person back overnight?" Cheng Qingwen said confidently, holding the freshly baked buns.
Song Qiaoqiao shut her mouth completely. She finally knew that it was probably not Yuan Qi who was burned stupidly, but the person in front of her!
Fortunately, no matter what she said during dinner, Cheng Huaer looked at the family, sighed, and started to make arrangements.
"Lian Chong and Master Yuan squeezed together, and Qiaoqiao and Huanwan slept in the attic with Lian Zhi."
Cheng Qinghan nodded while biting the bun.
"Qiaoqiao and I have been disturbing you for a long time, and it's time to go back." Aunt Liu said with a smile: "As soon as Qiaoqiao and I left, it became a lot empty."
When Cheng Hua'er heard this, his face looked a lot more lonely.
She smiled and was about to speak when she heard her daughter, who had not spoken all night, say.
"Aunt Liu, my mother-in-law is only happy if you stay here, and I can't bear to part with Qiaoqiao." After Cheng Qingwen finished speaking, he took a bite of the bun and stuffed both sides with it. He also reached out and pulled the bun beside him.
girl.
"I like to sleep with Sister Huanwan and Sister Qiaoqiao." Lianzhi said quickly after receiving the order.
"Since the children have said so, let's stay."
For more than ten years, Cheng Hua'er took care of her children alone and rarely had anyone to talk to.
Aunt Liu is about the same age as her, and they both have a daughter. They have been talking about everything for a month. If they really let them go, they probably won't be used to it.
Aunt Liu originally just took a fancy to Cheng Hua'er's good embroidery and wanted her daughter to learn from her, so they kept in touch with her more.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Qingwen was so capable. She just helped a little, and she took care of food, food, and housing, and gave her money, thinking that her daughter could get a share of the pie by following her. Later, she ate and slept with Cheng Hua'er, and she actually
I also dealt with feelings.
Aunt Liu felt very uncomfortable, lowered her eyes and responded.
"Ah, Mr. Yuan seems to have not eaten yet." Song Qiaoqiao said softly.
Everyone at the table looked at Cheng Qinghan in unison, with the words "Go" written all over their faces.
"Lian Zuo, you have to be in love with Brother Yuanqi so that you can sleep well at night." Cheng Qinghan handed two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge to the little boy in front of him and said softly: "Go ahead."
The little boy blinked his big eyes, pushed the thing back, and said seriously: "I think brother Motoqi would rather you send it away."
After saying this, he quickly lowered his head and almost buried his face in the porridge.
Cheng Qingwen wanted to say something else, but Song Qiaoqiao was cheering from the side.
"It's better for you to go. Didn't you just say that you wanted to ask Mr. Yuan for accommodation fees?"
The people at the table nodded unanimously and agreed with this sentence.
Cheng Qingwen resignedly held the food, stood at the door, took a deep breath, then knocked on the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Motoqi sitting in front of the window wearing a faded cloth, with a pen in his hand, and he didn't know what he was writing.
"Master Yuan, it's time to eat."
Cheng Qingwen tried her best to maintain the smile on her face and walked to him with the food.
Moanqi raised his head, motioned for her to sit down, and then picked up the pen again.
Cheng Qingwen put down the food, and then realized that he was writing a letter, so he picked up a book, lowered his head and started reading.
The young man did not shy away from the person in front of him. He quickly finished the letter and put it in an envelope.
He looked up at the man who was fighting Gu Wen, and chuckled: "This sentence is, if a rogue comes to trade silk, he will trade silk. If a bandit comes to trade silk, he will follow my plan."
Listening to his words, Cheng Qingwan felt that it was very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, she found out that it was "Mang".
She smiled softly, decided to play dumb, put the book down, and smiled innocently: "Oh, so that's how I read it."
Moan Qi looked at this extremely fake smile, shook his head, picked up the porridge, and drank it in small sips.
Cheng Qingwen supported his head, looked at his handsome face, and asked knowingly: "Sir, do you really want to stay here tonight?"
Motoqi nodded.
"Then...pay the accommodation fee?"
Yuan Qi was startled for a moment, and then realized: "I came out in a hurry today, so I didn't bring any money with me. In a few days, A-Zhu will come back, and I'll ask him to give it to you."
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome. You just need to lend me your carriage." Cheng Qinghan said, "But it would be better if you are willing to pay some more money."
Yuan Qi looked at the person in front of him and chuckled: "Okay."
As soon as Cheng Qingwen saw that they had agreed, she quickly got up. When she walked to the door, she turned around and gave a warm reminder: "Oh, by the way, my family is too small, so I will sleep with you tonight."
Without waiting for the people inside to speak, she closed the door and walked out.
She didn't know how others slept that night, but she didn't sleep well anyway.
The attic was originally small, and the bed was also small. The three of us slept closely together, and from time to time we had to come into close contact with the floor.
Cheng Qingwen looked at Lian Zhi sleeping peacefully in the middle, and looked at Song Qiaoqiao helplessly: "If I had known better, I would have let Yuan Qi sleep here. I will discuss changing beds with them tomorrow!"