After the evil daughter-in-law was crossed, the disabled villain was redeemed

Nanzhi felt a little strange, so he leaned over to look and met those worried eyes.

She thought for a long time before she remembered who this woman was.

Isn’t she the wife of Zhao Fugui, the hunter in the village?

what do you say that is?

what……

Sun Xiaocui.

"Are you alright?"

Nanzhi tilted his head and asked.

Sun Xiaocui shrank back and lowered her head.

He walked in slowly with hesitation.

She awkwardly turned the animal bone bracelet on her wrist and didn't dare to look up at her.

"Is there a problem?"

After Nanzhi urged him again, he loosened his lower lip and spoke hesitantly.

"Um... I heard that it was you who cured Lin Xiuhong... Can I..."

Nanzhi understood why she came and looked her up and down.

Reject outright.

"I'm sorry, although I know some medical skills, I'm not yet able to cure diseases and save lives..."

Nanzhi brought out the same old excuse again.

Unfortunately, her reputation as a miracle doctor had already spread throughout the surrounding villages.

Of course, this set of rhetoric could not fool Sun Xiaocui.

She knew that Nanzhi was feeling alienated from her because of the wild boar incident last time.

He quickly held the money he had prepared in his hands.

"I know! I know the rules! This is... two taels of silver."

She thought secretly that if two taels of silver could save Zhang Chunni, then it should be able to save her too!

Unexpectedly, Nanzhi curled her lips and smiled with a sarcastic look on her face.

"You have money, why don't you go to the town clinic? I'm not a doctor."

Sun Xiaocui's fingertips holding the silver trembled and her eyes were broken.

"I... I went there, and they said I wasn't sick and couldn't be cured..."

Nanzhi lowered her eyelashes and spoke bluntly.

"If the clinic can't cure it, I can't cure it either."

Upon hearing this, Sun Xiaocui sobbed in pain.

She thought Nanzhi was just speaking in anger.

"Why...what do you need to do to help me? Otherwise, I'll ask him to come over and apologize to you..."

This "he", of course, refers to Zhao Fugui.

Seeing this, Nanzhi sighed helplessly.

Speak frankly.

"Your situation is different from Lin Xiuhong's! She just needs to recuperate, but Zhao Fugui is short of breath, sweating, pale, and irritable. This is obviously a sign of insufficient kidney qi."

She raised her eyebrows, three parts joking and seven parts serious.

"If you want a child, you have to change your husband."

"Wha...what?"

Sun Xiaocui subconsciously took a half step back, opened her eyes wide, and couldn't believe it.

"I can't have children. What does it have to do with my husband?"

Nanzhi was speechless, tilted his head, and asked back:

"Then tell me, why do you have sex before you get pregnant?"

"Sex?"

She was confused again.

My husband...also kisses and touches her!

We have been married for so many years, kissing every day...

She didn’t understand either, why couldn’t she get pregnant?

Nanzhi was too lazy to educate her about sex, so he walked to the gate of the courtyard and ordered her to leave.

"It's getting late. If there's nothing else...we should rest."

Sun Xiaocui lowered her head dejectedly and walked out of the door with a heavy heart.

Nanzhi looked at her lonely back and shook his head helplessly.

After closing the courtyard gate and returning to the straw hut, Nanzhi did not find Yuanmo.

She was a little confused. It was already dark, where had he gone?

"Yuan Mo?"

Nanzhi stood at the door of the thatched hut and called him, but heard his voice coming from the vegetable garden.

"Zhizhi, I'm here."

Nanzhi hurried over and found that his wheelchair was stuck in the mud of the vegetable field.

She was a little amused and went into the vegetable garden, backing out to pull the wheelchair out.

"It rained yesterday and it's very muddy. What are you doing here?"

Yuan Mo smiled faintly and said nothing. In the darkness, he was flipping and weaving something in his hands.

Nanzhi pushed him back to the entrance of the thatched hut, and only then could she see clearly by the candlelight...

What Yuan Mo held in his hand was a woven morning glory wreath.

"Zhizhi, can you help me hang it on the door?"

Nanzhi blinked, not understanding what was going on.

But he still took it subconsciously and hung it on the door frame of the hut on tiptoe.

"Is that so?"

Yuan Mo nodded, with a smile on his lips, and explained gently:

"I almost forgot, today is the Qiqiao Festival. People say... on the Qixi Festival, if couples hang morning glory, they will surely have a happy love and long-lasting companionship."

He smiled faintly and looked at Nanzhi intently.

Carefully observing the changes in her expression.

Nanzhi was distracted and didn't realize that Yuan Mo's hidden meaning was that he was confessing his love to her.

My mind is full of thoughts, the original book is empty...

I don’t know which dynasty the Chinese Valentine’s Day and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl existed in!

Seeing Nanzhi in a daze, Yuan Mo smiled dotingly and didn't say much.

He just raised his hand and put a straw bracelet on Nanzhi's wrist.

He raised his head reverently, his eyes burning.

"May all branches be safe and happy, and everything goes well."

Nanzhi looked at the fragrant scented wreath adorned with fresh flowers on her wrist and smiled sweetly.

As happy as a child who got candy.

"nice!"

Yuan Mo saw it and felt guilty.

If he hadn't had his legs disabled, he would have been trapped here.

Then how could her jewelry be missing!

How could she be so happy over a grass ring...

Feeling sad, Yuan Mo thought...

When he gets better, I will give her all the best things in the world!

He didn’t know…

Nanzhi has never liked jewelry.

But it was his careful thoughts about her.

Although it was a worthless straw ring, it was woven by him himself.

She loved it so much that she didn't even want to take it off when she went to bed.

Yuan Mo watched her sleeping in his arms and quietly placed a kiss on her forehead...

Full of warmth.

I often fanned her all night to keep mosquitoes away.

Nanzhi had no idea about this, and perhaps because of her hard work during the day, she slept especially soundly every night.

Thanks to this, she is full of energy every day.

Thanks to everyone's efforts, the house is built higher and higher.

The project, which was originally scheduled to take at least a month, was shortened by more than ten days.

All we have to do is wait for an auspicious day to put up the beams.

"Brother Yuanmo, the nearest auspicious day is the tenth day of next month. Is it in time?"

Yuan Mo looked at Nanzhi. Nanzhi hesitated, but there was nothing else he could do.

The ancients paid attention to auspicious times, and even if they were in a hurry, they would not break the rules.

not to mention……

The old man Yuan Laocai hasn't died yet, and the two little ones can't come over, so there's no need to rush.

"Then we'll put up the beams on the tenth day."

"it is good."

Everyone finished their work happily and looked at the "gorgeous" brick house with praises.

"This brick house is so solid and beautiful! The wooden house can't compare!"

"Of course, this is all pure silver!"

While everyone was still admiring the masterpiece they had built with their own hands, Wang Sanxiao came running over in a hurry.

Standing at the door in panic, he shouted:

"Hanged! Hanged—"

Wang Dazhi hurried over, his face turning pale with fright.

"Who hanged himself?"

Everyone fell silent, and Yuan Mo turned his wheelchair and came to Nanzhi.