Du Wanchun's eyes were watery, he looked up at her and said with a smile: "Ms. sir, you don't need to make a fuss. I'm just unhappy."
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her in fear. He was more nervous than when he saw the beast in the mountains before. He was so worried that he locked her tightly in his arms.
"If I had known that it would be so hard to conceive a child, I would never let you have one."
Du Wanchun burst out laughing, holding his hand to cover his stomach and said: "Silly Sir, the doctor said, the more serious the joy, it means that the child is growing up desperately. Look at how hard he has worked. If you hear You will probably be sad when you say this." ?.?????.???
She is only more than two months pregnant now and has not yet shown her pregnancy.
However, Zhou Ruiyuan seemed to really feel the child's heartbeat when he touched her soft belly.
That fighting and tenacious beating seemed to tell his father that he really wanted to be born.
Zhou Ruiyuan's eyebrows gradually stretched, a smile appeared, and his whole heart softened.
The carriage continued to move forward, with Wang Qiu helping them drive the horses in front. Hearing the conversation inside, he couldn't help but sigh.
When a person lives his whole life, having a wife and children like Zhou Ruiyuan by his side is a blessing to the heavens!
He smiled, pulled up the reins, and slowed the horse down.
As the carriage slowed down, Du Wanchun became much better.
By the time they got home, Aunt Zhou had already started steaming jujubes.
After Aunt Wang and Du Damei finished helping with things in Xiangfang, they were busy making jujube cake together.
After these green jujubes are steamed, let them cool and remove the skin, then continue to stir and mash them in a basin, wait for the shell and pulp to separate, and then pick out the shell.
Stir the remaining puree with sugar, then shape into small cakes, wrap them in perilla powder and leave them outside to dry. After drying, you can eat them directly.
This craft was passed down from Aunt Wang’s family. Aunt Zhou has learned it several times and it is very easy to get started.
Du Wanchun watched from the side, smelling the fragrance, his appetite improved a lot. At night, he ate half a bowl of rice more than usual, and he never vomited again.
Aunt Zhou was so happy that she quickly made a few more side dishes.
Du Wanchun was a little full and ate two pieces of sour radish before going to bed.
At the same time, outside the city of Qingzhou Mansion, Zhou Feng and his driver were driving towards home.
The moonlight was hazy, and there was no one on the official road.
Zhou Feng sat in the carriage and took a nap.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Zhou Feng opened his eyes slightly and asked the driver outside, "What's going on?"
The coachman outside the car did not reply.
Zhou Feng secretly felt something was wrong and quickly grabbed a sword in his hand. This sword was bought before he came back and was specially used for self-defense on the road.
At this time, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a man wearing a gray gown and holding a big knife smiled at him and said: "Hey, Shopkeeper Zhou, you really made it easy for me to find you!"
Zhou Feng frowned and asked him: "Who are you and what do you want to do?!"
The man snorted coldly: "You don't need to care who I am, as long as you know that today is your death day!"
After that, he swung his knife at him.
Zhou Feng frowned, quickly pulled out his long sword to block the sword he swung at, and said coldly: "Who wants to kill me?!"
The man smiled and said: "A country man still wants to do business in the capital, why don't you look at how much you weigh!"
After saying that, he slashed at Zhou Feng again.
After Zhou Feng heard this, he immediately guessed who it was. It was the Yuan family in Beijing.
Before he went to the capital, the Yuan family's incense shop had always been the best. On weekdays, not only dignitaries but also relatives of the emperor bought spices from his house.
Now Zhou Feng has opened a similar incense shop and robbed part of his family's business in just half a month. Therefore, the Yuan family holds a grudge and wants to kill him when he returns to the village.
In their view, Zhou Feng was born in a rural area and was helpless, powerless, and it didn't matter even if he died.
However, they got it all wrong.
Zhou Feng raised his sword and stabbed directly into the assassin's neck with flowing movements.
During the whole process, his eyes blinked slightly, fast and hard.
Blood flowed down the carriage.
The assassin covered his neck and stared at Zhou Feng dumbfounded. Before he had time to know what happened, he rolled down from the carriage and lost his breath.
Zhou Feng held up his sword and quickly looked outside, only to see that his coachman had been beheaded and died.
In desperation, he immediately took the reins of the carriage and continued driving forward.
The horse ran very fast, Zhou Feng frowned and looked gloomy, looking back from time to time.
There should be more than one assassin sent, and he needs to get out of here as soon as possible.
While he was driving his carriage, a woman suddenly jumped onto his carriage.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, don't worry, I've taken care of those minions for you."
Zhou Feng looked up and saw Han Yan'er, the eldest lady of the Han family who rescued him last time.
