Zhou Changzai's cotton trousers, which Yao Jingping had taken off, were also missing. These days, there was a lack of food, drink, and clothing, and everyone was extremely poor. Even the tattered cotton trousers were still a good thing.
The woman must have come home to watch the fun and enjoy making money.
Take it home, take out the cotton trousers, take out the cotton, beat them hard a few times and wash them clean, then you can sew two pairs of cotton trousers for the baby.
After Zhou Zhangzai, who was shivering with cold and bare legs, hugged his arms and shivered with his shoulders hunched, walked away, a group of villagers watching the fun dispersed happily and happily.
In the previous life, Zhou Zhiyuan was not a very good person. He was addicted to eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling and smoking, which caused a lot of trouble for Zhou Zhiyuan.
He wandered to Qingcheng and used Zhou Zhiyuan as a refuge and cash machine.
Because of this matter, she often quarreled with Zhou Zhiyuan.
Later, she owed a loan shark, which was also attributed to Zhou Zhangzai, who introduced the moneylender.
And the murderer who stabbed Zhou Zhiyuan was said to be the person Zhou Zhang was looking for.
In this life, no matter what, we must find a way to stay away from Zhou Zhang, the god of plague.
Naturally, this beast must be properly managed and managed.
Thinking of his embarrassed appearance, shivering with cold and hunched over, Yao Jingping couldn't help but grin.
Good-looking people look better when they smile. The fair and delicate little face is like a blooming peach blossom. The dim light reflects on the body, creating a faint halo on the face and body, making the person look softer and gentler.
This is completely different from the original one who was busy all day long and had an angry look like Sun Erniang.
"Eat quickly, the noodles are all lumpy."
Yao Jingran didn't notice that he had been staring at her. He used chopsticks to break apart the noodles that had become lumps. He poured some hot water and stirred them carefully. He carefully placed the noodles in front of him.
"This Zhou Zhang is a man of bad character. Please don't interact with him too much in the future."
"Um."
"It's going to snow heavily tomorrow. I'm afraid our house won't be habitable. We have to think of a solution tomorrow."
"Um."
Yao Jingping suddenly looked up and stared at him and smiled.
This scene is all too familiar.
In her last life, when she and he were at home, she was the one talking and he was listening.
The difference is that she was not clear-headed at that time and never treated him as her husband. Especially because of Ning Hongmei's mother-in-law's encouragement, she was always full of cynicism when speaking to him.
She sat there, watching him lower his head and eat the noodles, feeling like a dream in her heart.
With him around, she felt so at ease.
The noodles had been left out for too long and had completely lost the texture they had when they were freshly cooked, but he still ate them deliciously.
She remembered that he said that when he went to the battlefield and encountered a shortage of food and grass, he could even dig out the grass roots and eat them. As long as he filled his stomach, there was no need for much taste.
He suffered too much.
She secretly made up her mind that she could not continue to be a hands-off shopkeeper in this life, and had to find a way to improve her cooking skills.
It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. If she wants to make delicious food for him, she must have money to buy delicious food.
Zhou Zhiyuan has spent most of his salary, and this little money can't last long.
This dilapidated house cannot be lived in for a long time, and a house must be built.
Everything requires money, and you have to find ways to make money.
What can you do to make money?
She felt so bald thinking about it that she raised her hands to pull the hair on her head in such a hurry.
"Have a headache? You must have caught a cold due to the mountain breeze. Go to bed early to rest..."
He looked up at her, stood up, put away the dishes and took them outside to clean.
Yao Jingping was obedient this time. There was no rush to make money. It couldn't be solved in an instant. It had to be done slowly.
He looked up at the small bed and then at the bedroll placed in the corner.
The bedroll was just a mattress and a thin quilt, and there was a straw mat on the ground. It was cold and biting to lie on.
He had been busy all day, and driving a tractor was a strenuous job. If he was asked to work on the floor again, he wouldn't be able to rest well.
She really couldn't bear it.
Besides, based on her understanding of him, without her final consent, he wouldn't have any other thoughts if he choked it to death.
Heartbroken, she quietly stood up, scooped out a ladle of cold water from the water vat, and poured it on his bedroll.
"Ah! Why is there all water in your quilt? It's all Zhou Zhang's fault! Just steal things. He can't steal the bedding and he doesn't want anyone to sleep on it!"
Yao Jingping frowned and squatted in front of the open bedroll with a kerosene lamp in his hand, his face filled with indignation.
Zhou Zhiyuan glanced at her, his eyes so wise and panicked that she didn't dare to meet his eyes.
She felt that he had already seen through her clumsy tricks, but he just didn't want to expose her face to face.
"Then I'll sleep at my second uncle's place..."
Zhou Zhiyuan was about to leave.
"No!"
Yao Jingping hurriedly jumped in front of him and stretched out his hands to stop him.
He looked down at her condescendingly, a slight smile appearing on his face.
She really cared about him.
She looked even more embarrassed, scratching her head and embarrassed to explain.
"Well, well, I beat up Zhou Zhou today. If you weren't at home, weren't you afraid that he would come to me and cause trouble? You don't know who he is? Besides, this man who breaks the yard and breaks the door is totally useless. You can just kick it away. If he really comes while I'm asleep, don't you be afraid..."
"He doesn't dare!"
Zhou Zhiyuan's face darkened, and he turned around and took the washbasin with most of the white porcelain from Double Happiness on it, and filled it with water to wash up.
He still has the old habit of washing his feet and face with cold water in winter.
Inexplicably, she felt sorry for him.
She simply held up a red plastic thermos bottle, motioned for him to move his feet, and poured him some scalding hot water into the footbath.
At the county department store during the day, she bought a red plastic thermos bottle with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
Boil water and pour hot water into it, and it will keep it warm all day without any problem.
It really came in handy.
"Heading your feet promotes blood circulation, dispels fatigue and relieves sleepiness, which is good for your body."
After that, he also explained himself, this is what my grandpa said.
He burned his feet, and she followed his example, filled two salt water bottles with hot water, rolled them back and forth on the bed a few times, then took off her clothes and got into the bed and lay down.
It will feel much warmer after lying on the cold quilt for a while, and it will be much more comfortable to take off your autumn clothes and long trousers and lie down.
She was lying on the bed and happened to see his profile. He was resolute and unyielding. Why was he so good-looking?
His lips were pursed and the bridge of his nose was high, and his eyes were big and alert, and she even suspected that she could sense that she was spying on him even when he lowered his head and soaked his feet.
When he stood up, she hurriedly closed her eyes.
The kerosene lamp was blown out, plunging the room into darkness.
The night in the winter countryside is particularly thick, as thick as a ball of ink that cannot be dissolved.
Yao Jingping tried her best to open her eyes wide, but she couldn't find him. She was so anxious that she hurriedly stood up from the bed.
"Zhiyuan..."
"I'm here……"
His voice sounded faintly at the end of the bed.
When his eyes adjusted to the dark light, Yao Jingping could clearly see a person sitting at the end of the bed.
He was wearing a military coat and sitting against the wall.
Isn't he going to sleep sitting like this all night?
She couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"Come to my side..."
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
The small bed is more than one meter wide, which is really too small.
Yao Jingping was sleeping on the side near the wall, and Zhou Zhiyuan leaned hard against the edge of the bed. Even though half of his body was almost in the air, he still couldn't help but rub against her.
He had never been in such close contact with her. The moment he touched her body, his body suddenly convulsed like an electric shock and he couldn't help but shiver.
It was as soft as a pool of autumn water, as if it could be broken by a slight movement.
He smelled a faint fragrance coming from her position. Nervously, he simply turned away and faced outward, moving vigorously against the edge of the bed.
Is this the legendary woman's fragrance?
"Zhiyuan..."
Hearing her soft call, he tensed his body and stiffly agreed.
"Um……"
