70 Space: Dress up as a heroine and marry a rough guy

Ji Qingran returned to Zhu's house again.

Zhu Ergou's leg was injured and he was still lying on the bed. He was so hungry and could not speak. He could only squeak and scream, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ji Qingran brought him a bowl of gruel with medicine.

Zhu Ergou drank it all in two or three gulps and fell asleep quickly.

Ji Qingran gave Old Man Zhu and Mrs. Zhu a sniff of the bottle, and returned to the back room before they woke up.

Both of them thought they were too tired and took a nap while eating, but didn't notice anything strange.

The next morning, Ji Qingran woke up and entered the space first.

The harvester had stopped working, and Ji Qingran started other machinery.

The vegetables in the yard were still growing. Ji Qingran picked a lot of them and stored them in categories.

The space seemed to have a preservation function. The vegetables picked yesterday were still juicy, but Ji Qingran didn't bother to study them carefully.

She heard Aunt Chun coming.

Zhu's mother cursed angrily and drove Aunt Chun into the yard.

Ji Qingran came out of the room, pressed the vial in her hand, and the liquid spray shot out.

Old man Zhu in the room sniffed twice and fell to the ground with a thud.

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The night is dark and windy.

Wu Jiaming arrived at Old Man Zhu's house under the clear moonlight.

He tapped the door gently.

There was a "creak" sound, and the courtyard door was not bolted and was shot open.

Wu Jiaming stood outside the door and looked in.

The door curtain of the main room was pushed to one side, and two kerosene lamps were burning on the table in the center.

It was the code he had agreed upon with Old Man Zhu.

Wu Jiaming entered the room and called, "Cousin."

Old man Zhu walked out of his room and said, "Jia Ming, Xie is here."

"Where are the people? Have you packed up?"

"Okay, Aunt Xie, look at her."

Old man Zhu takes Wu Jiaming

, entering the room where Ji Qingran slept.

Zhu's mother was standing guard in front of the bed.

"Jia Ming, how can you get her there?"

"I brought a cart, and my cousin helped me get her to the cart."

Old man Zhu and Zhu's mother worked together to lift Ji Qingran onto the cart.

"Cousin, please go back quickly. I will introduce you to someone suitable in a few days."

Wu Jiaming didn't say much, just gave a brief explanation and pushed the cart on the road.

Bumpy all the way.

Ten minutes later, Wu Jiaming stopped in front of an old house near the entrance of the village.

He started knocking on the door.

Three fast and two slow, knock twice.

There was a noise inside.

A man with a scar on his face opened the door warily.

"You're back? No idea?"

"Don't worry, there is no one in the village at this time."

The scarred man nodded, opened the door, and helped Wu Jiaming pull the cart into the yard.

Then, he stuck his head out, looked left and right outside the door, and then closed the door.

"Hey, your uncle is still not satisfied with such a tender little girl's skin?"

The scarred man stepped forward and glanced at Ji Qingran on the cart.

Wu Jiaming chuckled and said: "My old aunt is superstitious. If she has to say that her horoscope is bad, there is nothing I can do about it."

The scarred man hummed.

"Brother Ba said he always borrowed your uncle's yard. You should return the favor no matter what. Otherwise, there is no such good thing and you can just change people."

"Yes, yes," Wu Jiaming echoed repeatedly: "I told my uncle, he knew that this was against the rules and troubled Brother Ba, and he asked me to thank Brother Ba."

"Okay, you send people in first, Brother Ba has to explain what happened tomorrow."

Wu Jiaming responded hurriedly.

He moved the sleeping Ji Qingran to the side of the cart. The scarred man came to help and moved her

He helped Wu Jiaming on his back.