I'm a good man [quick wear]

My shoulder still hurts every time.

Then they disliked her for using more firewood, saying that she, the richest girl in the city, was too picky, so she went to collect firewood herself. Later, she did all the work of collecting firewood at home.

This water will be used tomorrow, and she is very tired. It is so late and she can't pick it up in the dark.

"Is there no water?" Ji Yang walked out of the kitchen, looked at the water tank, reached over and tipped it down slightly, then scooped up two more spoons, "Is it enough?"

Ye Jiao shook his head, "I have to wash up tomorrow, forget it, I'll just wipe myself down and it'll be fine."

"I'll pick it up and cook it first." Ji Yang said, walking over and easily lifting the water pot and placing it on the small stove.

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the iron bucket on a pole and walked out.

Ye Jiao stood there, watching his figure disappear from sight, and for a moment she felt that he still had merit.

The next second I dismissed my thoughts, what’s the alternative?

The separation lasted just ten days, and she went to work every day to earn work points. He killed an old hen at home and ate it by himself, and killed a second one without any regard for her obstruction.

It's simply hopeless.

She was in a panic. She had already lit the fire and kept adding more firewood. Looking at the few firewood left, she thought about picking it up.

You have to come back early tomorrow and pick up more quickly, otherwise it will get dark soon.

At this time, there was movement at the door. Ji Yang had already walked in with two buckets of water. She turned around and saw that, to be honest, she still felt a little relieved.

Now she thought about it, if Ji Yang did a little, she would have some free time, otherwise she would have no time tomorrow and would have to suffer herself.

He picked up a bucket of water and poured it into the water jar, then poured another bucket and poured the remaining half of it. He walked over with it and said, "Add it in?"

"Do you want to take a bath?" Ye Jiao asked him. If so, burn more.

"You don't want to wash your hair? I'll wait until you wash it before burning it." Ji Yang said, opening the lid of the pot and filling it up.

After boiling, it can be mixed with two large buckets of warm water, which is enough to wash your hair and take a bath.

Zhang Miaolan and Zhang Yan couldn't stand this, and felt that she wasted a lot of water even washing her hair and bathing.

Ye Jiao didn't say anything. She sweated a lot today. It would be really uncomfortable if she didn't wash it off, and she would feel uncomfortable at night.

"I'll pick it up twice more, so it can last for a few days." Ji Yang put down the lid of the pot, picked up the iron bucket and walked out again.

Ye Jiao looked at the fire in the small stove, her eyes flickering, no one knew what she was thinking.

After a while, Ji Yang came back and filled the water tank again, and soon it was less than half full.

He walked back and forth three times, filled two-thirds of the water, which was enough for several days, and covered it with a wooden cover.

At this time, the water in Ye Jiao's pot was almost boiling. She scooped up several spoonfuls and brought it over to mix it with cold water.

She couldn't carry the whole bucket, so she could only mix half of it each time. She washed her body first, and then washed her hair after coming out. Although it was cold outside, she didn't have to go out and go in again.

"Add more." Ji Yang carried it over, added a few more spoons of hot water, poured cold water into it, helped her lift it into the room, and said, "Wash first."

Ye Jiao watched his operation and paused for a long time.

It's not that Ji Yang has always been so kind to her. Half a month before their wedding, she would still secretly ask him to do some work that she couldn't do. Later, Zhang Yan couldn't stand it, Sun Miaolan would ridicule her, and he lost patience.

Later, when they moved here, Ji Yang's temper was very bad, and he blamed her for everything, like a child who had not grown up.

He went out when Ye Jiao walked in. She was taking a bath absentmindedly, until there was a small bucket of water left behind.

It’s not enough to wash your hair, and it’s a pity to throw it away.

While hesitating, Ye Jiao frowned a little when she heard his footsteps coming in, and there was a burst of displeasure in her eyes.

He was very enthusiastic about sex and always ignored the time. She also had a very conservative temperament, so it was inevitable that she would resist.

"Have you washed your hair?" Ji Yang asked, and before she could answer, he added, "I brought you a bucket of shampoo. I'll leave it here."

Then he closed the door again.

Ye Jiao didn't come out at first. After listening carefully for a while, she found that he was boiling water outside. He leaned out and saw a bucket of water next to him, with smoke still coming out.

There was still a ripple in my heart. I couldn't lift it but it was not far away. I stretched out my hand and pulled it in. I could finally wash my hair boldly.

This is the good thing about splitting up a house. The house is a little leaky and broken. You have to rely on yourself for everything, but no one is in charge. You are free.

Ji Yang wouldn't talk to her about this kind of thing, let alone harp on her, she was just unreliable.

After washing, she wiped her hair and came out feeling refreshed, and the fatigue of the day seemed to have faded a lot.

Ji Yang had already taken down the water kettle and put the kettle on it. Next to it was a very old thermos flask. The outside was rusty and the original pattern could not be seen.

She exchanged the food stamps she had saved for this with Aunt Wang next door.

"You go take a shower, I'll watch." Ye Jiao walked over, looked at him and said.

"It's about to boil, I'll just pour it in." Ji Yang said, opening the lid of the pot, "Wait a little longer."

Ye Jiao didn't force things either. Ji Yang rarely worked hard, so she wouldn't compete with him for work.

After a while, the water boiled, and he began to fill the thermos bottle, and then brought it back to the room.

As far as she was concerned, she would still have warm water to drink tomorrow, so she just let it go.

When Ji Yang came out of the bath, Ye Jiao was sitting and reading a book. The book had been crumpled. Zhang Yan wanted to use it to light the fire countless times, but she stopped her.

Those books seemed to be her life.

When Ji Yang walked over, Ye Jiao closed the book without saying anything. There was a piece of densely written manuscript paper next to her.

"Can't you write this anymore?" Ji Yang stretched his head to read it, and Ye Jiao pulled it over to put it in the book, "Don't worry about it."

Last time Sun Miaolan asked him to bring her books to burn, but he went to look for them and almost burned them.

"I'll just take a look." Ji Yang touched his nose and felt a little guilty.