9 Nine hosts are warm and cold

Chapter 112 112 Change of Mind 7
In the afternoon, Lian Su went to the mountains again, and Ci Jiu cleaned up at home.

I swept it inside and out, because it was muddy ground, and there was a lot of dust splashed, and there was no water at the moment, Ci Jiu was really a little bit heartbroken.

When she saw the dirt, she really wanted to sweep it...

The quilt was folded, the bed was made, and the tables and chairs were all wiped down. After working all afternoon, she was almost exhausted. Fortunately, the place is small. If it was bigger, she might be able to burp right away.

I don’t have any farm tools at home, so I can only borrow them from others. Many villages don’t like outsiders very much. They are a little bit rejected at Cijiu. When they knock on the door, they will open the door.

She looks like a girl who has just reached the age of [-]. The edges and corners on her face with light eyebrows and small eyes are relatively clear, and she is very thin. Maybe it is because she has done too much farm work since she was a child. Her skin is a bit dark, and her appearance is not bad.

He curled his lips and asked politely, "Hello, I am the owner of the thatched house over there. I want to plant some onions and garlic in the small open space in our house, but I don't have any farm tools. Could you please tell me about your iron ore?" Can you lend me the shovel? I’ll return it to you when you’re done using it.”

The little girl looked at Cijiu with impatient eyes, and directly refused, "No borrowing".

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

Ci nine: "...".

The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly solidified, he sighed, and continued to knock on the door of another house, but the door was not closed, and a middle-aged woman came out and said, "Who are you?".

Ci Jiu continued to laugh, repeating what he said just now.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment. After all, this girl is an outsider, and they are not familiar with it. Farm tools are worth a lot of copper coins. If you borrow them, you will not return them...

Ci Jiu guessed the worries of middle-aged women, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely return it when I'm done using it."

At this time, an old lady's voice appeared inside, asking the middle-aged woman, "My second daughter-in-law, who are you talking to?".

The middle-aged woman quickly replied to her mother-in-law, "Mother, it's a newcomer from the village head, come here to borrow a shovel."

The old lady came over full of anger, and Cijiu sweetly called out grandma, but the old lady couldn't say anything, after all, she had to have a face in front of outsiders, and asked, "What are you doing here, little girl?".

"I'll borrow a shovel, and I'll return it when I'm done using it."

The old lady frowned, apparently thinking the same thing as her daughter-in-law. Seeing that the old lady was silent for a long time, Cijiu had no choice but to ask, "If I can't borrow it, can I rent it?".

The old lady and his daughter-in-law were stunned, "Rent?" They had never heard of this kind of farm tool rent.

Ci Jiu nodded, "Yes, can I rent three copper coins for an afternoon? I will send them to you in the evening."

When shopping, she didn't say that she couldn't hold it in her hand, and she didn't think about it. She thought she had it at home, so she didn't say it.

The old lady nodded and said, "You little girl doesn't look like a dishonest person. The second daughter-in-law is going to bring the shovel to this little girl."

Ci Jiu took three copper coins and handed them to the old lady, took the shovel and went back.

There is no water tank at home, Ci Jiu: "...".

009 kept encouraging her, and she told herself that it's okay, it's okay, she's not a delicate person.

There is a small river in the village, not too far away from them, so I took a small wooden bucket, ran to the small river to get a bucket of water, and then slowly moved the wood back home alone. .

A bucket of water is not enough to pour, and I repeat it once or twice, and I am sweating from exhaustion.

Finally, I put some onions and garlic I bought back, washed my face with some water, returned the borrowed things, and prepared to cook again when I came back.

　Shovel...you all know what it is, the dialect here is called qiao (three sounds) and I can’t translate it (laughing and crying)

　　Anyway, it's similar to a hoe... right...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)