Beautiful Wife Conspiracy: My ability is to make money

Zhuo Cheng took a look around, it was an ordinary one-story house, which looked a little better than some other tile-roofed houses in the village, but still revealed an air of poverty, he couldn't help frowning.

This boy lives in this kind of place?

For some reason, Zhuo Cheng felt sore for no reason, and followed Ye Qifei, dragging his injured leg into the door.

Ye Changshu's main job is to do things on the construction site. Although he doesn't spend much time there, he still has some external medicines at home, such as the bottle of safflower oil that Ye Qifei dug out from the bottom of the box.

The smell of safflower oil is very strong, not to mention Zhuo Cheng, even Ye Qifei frowned, she is the same as Zhuo Cheng, where in the past would it be her turn to sit in a small bungalow and apply safflower oil .

Some of the well-developed rural areas have already built their own villas, but Ye Qifei's place is estimated to be in a backward area that is yet to be developed, and there are some barren areas.

At most, father and mother work to maintain the family life. It is difficult to support two children to study. If it is not for some relief policies, it is estimated that it will be even more difficult.

"Sit down and I'll rub the medicine on you."

Zhuo Cheng sat down, but he still held his nose and resisted: "What are you, it smells so bad, do you want to put it on my feet?"

Ye Qifei got a little angry, but still broke his ankle with one hand and said calmly: "If you don't paint it, your skin will be scratched like this, you yourself..."

Ye Qifei's hand was holding the place where he was injured, and the wound was almost healing at a speed visible to her naked eyes. Ye Qifei was afraid that she might be wrong, so she wiped her eyes again.

When her hand left Zhuo Cheng's ankle, the healing stopped, but as soon as she touched it, it started again.

Zhuo Cheng suddenly smiled itchyly: "Hey boy, you have already started to apply the medicine? Why don't you feel pain, it's a little itchy."

Ye Qifei turned over his ankle suspiciously. If she hadn't seen Zhuo Cheng fall into the stinky ditch and get hurt just now, she would have doubted whether this intact and fair skin was real. was injured.

Could it be... It has something to do with the inexplicable door in her mind?The big characters she saw last time should not have been for no reason. She was as smart as Ye Qifei. She really thought of some ideas, and went to the house to find a small knife.

It's the small utility knife that Ye Ningning uses every time he takes art class, and it's even a little embroidered.

Ye Qifei gritted her teeth, and cut a cut in the palm of her hand with a utility knife. The moment of pain made her gasp, and quickly covered it with her other hand.The pain is slowly reducing, even disappearing bit by bit, and the cut on the skin just now has completely healed.

There was only a smear of blood that was about to dry on his hand, otherwise Ye Qifei would really wonder if he was hallucinating.

Just now Zhuo Cheng's leg was washed away by the rain on the way back to clean the blood stains on the surface of the broken skin, and it was completely restored, so according to this... what kind of restoration technique is it, it is clearly Hua Tuo's hand!
Ye Qifei gritted her teeth, put down Ye Ningning's small utility knife, and picked up the larger one. She wanted to make sure that this reduction technique was effective every time.

Zhuo Cheng looked at his legs, and the only one shoe beside him, sighed and looked over, and was about to speak, but was taken aback by Ye Qifei's movements, and subconsciously rushed over, and suddenly grabbed him from behind. Ye Qifei was hugged.

"Boy, let me tell you, put down the knife first, don't worry about anything!"

Hearing that Ye Qifei didn't respond, Zhuo Cheng murmured to himself again: "Think about it, how old are you, you are still in school, and you will be a good seedling of the motherland in the future. Is there anything you can't talk about properly? The ancestor still has a sad face When you are frightened, not the same thing will come over."