For Shen Lianqing, she is sad because she is sad, but she is so sad for Ji Da, why not allow her to live happily after being sad?
They have too high demands on her!
When she walked into the yard, Ji Mao was chopping firewood. He stayed in the town all year round and the family didn't know what he was doing. When Ji Da asked him, he only got a vague "service".
He will stay for a while when he comes back this time to take care of his elder brother's business.
There was no one to clean up the house after the eldest brother left, and his sister-in-law Shen Lianqing didn't work. She was the only one who took care of Ji Dabao at home. It is estimated that Ji Dabao, who was hunted and fed by Ji Dabao, would become as thin as a bamboo pole in the near future.
Ji Mao thought that winter was coming. Ji Dabao was his eldest brother's biological son after all, and he didn't understand anything. He was afraid that Ji Dabao would starve to death with his sister-in-law, so he had to at least teach him to cook first.
As for his sister-in-law, Ji Mao doesn't have much moral requirements for her. It's a blessing that she didn't remarry after his eldest brother's death.
Shen Lianqing found a shady place to stand in the yard. She crossed her arms across her chest and looked harshly at Ji Mao, who was chopping firewood.
He and Ji Rong have the same father and mother. Compared to Ji Rong, who is tall and strong, Ji Mao is tall and depressed. In this ancient world, he has short hair and only a few long strands of hair tied up with black cloth strips at the back of his head. .
His face was engraved, and the lines of every facial feature were very smooth. His eyebrows were like pencils and his eyes were like knives. His thin lips were tightly pursed under the high bridge of his nose. His eyes were gloomy. His whole person exuded an aura that kept strangers away from him.
He was wearing gray linen clothes, with his sleeves rolled up for work, and the muscles looming under his taut skin looked very strong.
The rusty ax that had not been used for a long time was sharpened, and he split the newly fetched firewood into two halves under his hands. The weather was hot, the sun was high in the sky, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.
After watching it for a while, Shen Lianqing felt that it was not interesting. It was not as interesting as pinching her son's face. After Ji Da died, she couldn't go out and hang out immediately. She had to kick a few here and there in the yard.
Worse than a naughty kid.
She walked around and kicked, but Ji Mao ignored her. Shen Lian kicked the firewood that Ji had chopped down, but she was so strong that she kicked the firewood out of the yard.
Someone walked by outside, and firewood fell on someone's body. Shen Lianqing heard an ouch.
Oops, did you kick someone?
She is so accurate. After completing her mission and returning to the modern world, will she be able to join the national team?
Ji Mao had to stop and take a look at her. This look fixed his gloomy eyes for a few seconds. He looked at her head, eyes, nose, and lips.
Shen Lianqing was dumbfounded. She glared at him and said in a rather harsh tone, "What are you looking at! Slave slave!"
Shen Lianqing studied a lot with her father, but she didn't gain much knowledge. She did know a lot about swearing.
She called him a pig. Logically speaking, Ji Mao should be angry, but he was a taciturn person who didn't like to get angry. He would not attack anyone unless he was provoked to the limit.
He looked away, put down the ax in his hand, walked to the door in a few steps, opened it and stepped out. His figure disappeared at the door. Shen Lianqing was quite bored with this piece of wood.
Rolling her eyes, she swaggered out and leaned against the door to see who the unlucky guy was.
Their house is built at the foot of a high mountain, and they have to walk through paddy fields and climb a 100-meter-long path that slopes at an arc of 90 degrees.
There are only two families here, Ji Rong, Jimao's family, and Ji Qu, the male protagonist. There will be no houses left in the future. There is only a little vegetable field belonging to Ji Qu's family, and there is a mountain road up.
There is more than one way to go up the mountain. It was opened by Ji Rong for convenience. It is impossible for this person to go up the mountain from this way for the sake of convenience.
Seeing that he was wearing clean clothes, his face was slightly white, different from the wheat complexion of the villagers who worked all day, and his fingers had no calluses. There was no doubt that he was here to see Fu Qu, the future imperial examination boss!
As for why Fu Qu is not named Ji, although their Jijia Village is called Jijia Village, not everyone has the surname Ji.
Shen Lianqing watched him angrily arguing with Ji Mao, but Ji Mao had nothing to say and let him scold him.
The unlucky guy was in so much pain that he refused to let go, "How can you just throw it out when you chop wood? What if it hits someone?"
"No, you've hit someone. Look at my face." The man moved his covered face away, revealing a strip of red mark on his face. "What if I'm so handsome and disfigured?"
Ji Maung is like the kind of autistic person who hides in dark corners all day long and has no way to communicate normally with others. He can't even say sorry when he opens his mouth. He also takes out a few pieces of silver from his waist and hands them to the person who was hit by Shen Lianqing. people.
The other party became even more angry when he saw Yin Zi, "What do you mean, am I short of your money? You bastard, are you insulting me?!"
Ji Mao half lowered his head, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Shen Lianqing looked at Ji Mao's lack of fighting ability and felt that he had lost face as a member of her family. She broke off a piece of wood embedded in the door and walked over angrily.
The wooden stalk was between them, with angry eyebrows, eyelashes as long as feathers, and bright eyes with a burning aura. She said dissatisfied, "How dare you tell me that again!"
"You..." The other party was also stubborn. There was a red mark on his fair face and he turned sideways. He was about to step in and scold her.
Seeing her, he blinked and a smile appeared on his face, "This lady..."
"Husband, who are you? Get out." Shen Lianqing was not very patient. She had a white flower in her black hair because her husband died a few days ago.
It is said that a woman should be pretty and filial. Her face looks like it has been powdered, and her eyebrows are delicate and full of life.
His figure is not like the popular weak Liu Fufeng. His shoulders are thin and round. He is fat where he should be fat and thin where he should be. He is tall and slender, with a waist that looks too full for a hand. His legs are straight and his feet are windy.
This pair of eyes glared at him, not only did not give him the vulgarity of a village girl, but instead made him feel full of vitality, making his heart flutter.
"Ahem, my wife is here, her surname is Liu Ming..."
ill!
"Who cares what your last name is?" Shen Lianqing rolled her eyes obscenely and pulled Ji Mao's arm back.
"Hey, madam, wait..."
He was temporarily blind and ignored the white flowers on Shen Lianqing's head, but he wanted to chase after her again. Another house next to Shen Lianqing's house opened the door, and a sound as clear as a stream came from behind.
"Brother Liu?"
