Shenjia Village.
In early spring, it turns from warm to cold.
"It's just this cold, it's a bit too much."
Shen Xingqi murmured something in a low voice, feeling a little cold and adding a piece of charcoal to the red-hot iron stove.
She picked up the half-embroidered purse, held the embroidery needle with her white and slender fingers and slowly filled in the stitches, one stitch after another.
This speed is more than twice as slow as usual.
Chen Xingqi's thoughts wandered away again.
The people in the village and the mob fought hard all night and finally received the rescue of the army. After the excitement, fatigue followed, and most of them went home to take a good rest.
Shen Xingqi felt grateful for the hard work of her brother and sister-in-law, so she specially cooked a pot of red date and ginger soup to ward off the cold.
Just now, she brought hot soup.
"Strange, why do I feel like they are different... Is it really my misunderstanding?"
Obviously I haven't seen him for a while.
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a long time, and finally attributed the strangeness in her heart to her own carelessness.
"My brother and sister-in-law's clothes are a bit too small. I have to make more."
The master bedroom of the Shen family.
A small porcelain pot and dishes were placed on the table near the paper window, and hot steam floated out from the cracks in the porcelain pot.
The aroma of red dates mixed with the spicy taste of shredded ginger suddenly filled the entire cabin.
There was a man and a woman in the room wearing coarse cloth clothes commonly worn by country people in the Yan Dynasty, but what was embarrassing was that the boy's sleeves seemed to be three fingers too short.
"......puff."
Cheng Xi swore that she didn't really want to laugh.
It's just that the scene in front of me is too inconsistent, especially when the expression of the person involved is no longer as steady and calm as before.
Haha~ Do you also have moments of embarrassment and disbelief?
This is really, really rare!
Chen Xingluo was surprised for just a moment, then he lightly lifted his clothes and sat down.
"Aren't you angry anymore?"
"How can it be?"
Cheng Xi didn't mind settling the scores in the future at all, "My husband is so generous and courageous, but he actually put himself in danger and almost died with that zombie!"
"I won't take action if I'm not sure."
"I thought we had reached a consensus a long time ago, and you brought it up yourself, remember?"
Cheng Xi sat next to him, placing his arms on the wooden table as if he was going to have a deep conversation.
"Creek."
Chen Xingluo raised his eyes, "Even if I don't take action, you will not let Zhuang Xuan and Xu Qingzhou fall into danger."
"..."
Cheng Xi was stunned.
Initially, the apocalypse was just a short thrilling journey for the two of them.
It's normal to run into people when traveling. If you don't have a close acquaintance and say hello, you'll just treat each other as passers-by. But during the four-month journey, it's inevitable that you'll meet a few people with the wrong temper.
They are no longer just a name, but a living life.
There is an emotional connection between them, even if they never see each other again.
Cheng Xi did not deny that she had already classified a few people as friends, and would help them when they were in danger, even if it cost them some money.
She was originally angry with Shen Xingluo for taking too many risks and endangering his life, but now it sounds like he takes her feelings into consideration?
Or is it the latter that accounts for the majority?
The captivating eyes at that time appeared again in Cheng Xi's mind, and his aura suddenly disappeared.
"...Drink some ginger soup."
She opened the porcelain lid and let the hot soup evaporate, then scooped it into a bowl with a wooden spoon.
Opposite him, Chen Xingluo's fingers on his right hand were bent and placed casually in front of the wooden table, as if he was observing a kitten that had just put away its claws.
"Madam's dress is also a bit shorter."
"One finger at most."
Cheng Xi has indeed grown a bit, but women's dresses in ancient times have always been too big, and you can't tell much about it now.
It saves fabric.
After drinking the red date and ginger soup, the spicy feeling immediately invaded the entire mouth, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on the tip of the nose.
For the villagers of Shenjia Village, they had just experienced a frightening battle.
The same goes for Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi.
After getting rid of the multi-type high-level zombie, the tide of zombies gradually faded away, and the two of them were stared at like they were studying magical animals.
In addition to the survivors of the Central China base, there are also those in power.
Considering that there was too much noise this time, and the interstellar supermarket no longer required the two of them to take care of it themselves, they simply took this opportunity to leave the apocalyptic plane.
After drinking the loving ginger soup from her sister, Cheng Xi decisively returned to the bedroom in the space, closed her eyes and had a good rest.
】
When she woke up again, the sun in Shenjia Village was already due south.
"Huh?"
Three hours have passed outside, wouldn't it be... in that space?
"My lady slept for seven hours."
The man holding an ancient book at the table accurately reported the specific duration without raising his head.
The porcelain pot originally used to hold ginger soup was replaced by a purple teapot, and a cup was now exuding the aroma of black tea.
Cheng Xi came over and poured herself a glass, "When did you get up?"
"An hour ago."
"..."
Is it an hour outside or in space? You make me feel very retarded when you say this.
But this was not the first time that she had run out of ideas in front of Shen Xingluo.
This question only existed for Cheng Xi for a second, and soon disappeared.
"The weather is getting better day by day, and the snowstorm should be over soon. What are your plans for the future?"
"Farming, preparing to take the imperial examination in Beijing in August."
"Shouldn't the exam be held in March or April?"
Cheng Xi remembered that it was already the end of March and suddenly realized, "This year's Spring Festival has been postponed."
During the Chinese New Year, most of the people in the Yan Dynasty struggled to survive the snowstorm, and their lives were once threatened. How could anyone reach the capital to participate in the examination.
"It has not been postponed. The students from Beijing Middle School have already participated in the Spring Festival. The Holy Spirit cherishes talents and has specially set up an additional examination in August for students from other places. At that time, they will participate in the palace examination together with the students from Beijing Middle School."
Chen Xingluo opened a book page and said, "And this news should not have spread yet."
"So that's it."
Cheng Xi knew that the news came from his past life memory.
She glanced at the scar on the side of Shen Xingluo's face, which was very shallow now.
There are many scar removal creams in the pharmacies of the last days, and they are also available in the system mall. Due to the shortcomings of ancient medical techniques, they are not used.
It's time for a clear path.
However, Cheng Xi always felt that scars made Shen Xingluo look more attractive.
But to get the top prize, you have to look at your face Σ(⊙▽⊙“a
"In that case, the top priority is farming."
As for reading?
Instead of worrying about Chen Xingluo, it would be better to comfort the students in the same class as him.
Competing with such a white-cut black man, he must have been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
"Does our family have land?"
"Yes, my father and mother are not good at farming and do not live in the village all year round. The few acres of thin farmland at home have been rented by Uncle Manton."
Chen Xingluo closed the book, "There will be a rapid cooling in mid-April, and Lin'an Prefecture and the areas north of it will lose their harvest."
