The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Unexpectedly, it was just a jar of mature vinegar. Jiang Ning was a little disappointed, and then cheered up again: "Look at the others?"

Hearing this, Han Zhiyuan opened the second jar, raised his eyebrows: "rag?"

"No way? Put the dishcloth in the jar of pickles?" Jiang Ning didn't believe it. He leaned over to look at it, and then he was speechless. There was half a jar of pickles inside, which looked crumpled, and it looked a bit like a dishcloth. He reached out and took out a ball to look at. Look, it looks a bit like cabbage leaves, edible, he smiled and threw the pickled vegetables back, patted the salt grains on his hands, and said, "It's not a rag, this is pickled vegetables."

"Oh." Han Zhiyuan had a humble face.

There were still two jars left. He opened the one on the left and took a look. Before Jiang Ning could see clearly, he closed the lid with a click, and said calmly, "Throw this away."

Jiang Ning was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Han Zhiyuan frowned slightly and said, "The things inside are broken."

Jiang Ning stepped forward: "Let me take a look."

He stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the rough pottery, and an indescribable smell came to his face, with a slight musty smell. In the sunlight, he could clearly see the white, green and green mold growing on the things inside, which were two to three centimeters long. Jiang Ning picked it up with a twig. It was a pity: "There is fermented bean curd in it, but it has been left for too long, and the water used to seal it around the jar has dried up, so I can't eat it."

It was such a big jar, Jiang Ning was extremely disappointed, Han Zhiyuan saw his expression, and immediately said, "Let's see the last jar."

Even if the fermented bean curd is not bad, it can't fill the stomach. It's no pity. After comforting himself, Jiang Ning cheered up again and said, "I'll open this."

Han Zhiyuan said that he listened to the organization.

The last jar is the largest, not like a pickle jar, but it is very light in weight. Jiang Ning was a little apprehensive when he opened it, so it must not be empty. When he opened it, there was only a bulging burlap bag inside , The bag was tied tightly, and I didn't know what was inside.

Jiang Ning untied the hemp rope that tied the bag, opened it, and was almost overjoyed. Inside was more than half of the bag of corn mixed with soybeans. The happiness came so suddenly, he said he couldn't bear it.

The two of them looked at the four jars lined up in the yard, and their moods were really ups and downs. No, only Jiang Ning had the ups and downs, and Han Zhiyuan, without Jiang Ning's explanation, he wouldn't know anything at all.

Jiang Ning disliked that the light in the kitchen was too dark, so the two moved all the usable things to a dry place under the eaves and put a wooden board on it. I went around eating." This is the truth, but if you don't eat, you may die.

An afternoon passed like this. Since he couldn't find anything to illuminate, Jiang Ning made dinner early while the sky was still bright. After the two of them finished eating, Han Zhiyuan offered to wash the dishes by himself.

There is not even a star of oil, so Jiang Ning didn't worry that he would not wash it clean, so he packed up the bowl and handed it to him: "Go to the river to wash."

Han Zhiyuan agreed, and obediently held the bowl and headed towards the river.

Watching his tall and straight back gradually go away, Jiang Ning rubbed his chin, um, he is obedient and diligent.

While the sky was still slightly bright, Jiang Ning put away the clothes hanging on the branches, and suddenly thought of a serious problem, they hadn't bathed yet.

When Han Zhiyuan came back with the bowl in his hand, he saw Jiang Ning sitting on the stone pier in the yard with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something important, so he slowed down and prepared to go into the kitchen lightly, but he had only walked a few He was stopped by Jiang Ning: "Wait a minute."

Han Zhiyuan stopped in response, and looked at him with a calm smile: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Ning stared at the bowl in his hand, with a very suspicious tone: "I remember I used four bowls tonight."

Han Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows with an innocent face: "Really? I don't remember."

Jiang Ning thought about it carefully: "That's right, there are four bowls, and one more?"

Han Zhiyuan was dying, and tried to confuse his judgment with words: "You remember wrongly, there should be only three."

Judging by his tone and expression, Jiang Ning was sure this time, one bowl was missing, and he forced to ask: "There must be one missing, where did the other bowl go? Be lenient for confession, and strict for resistance."

Seeing that the confusion failed, Han Zhiyuan could only answer honestly: "I didn't pay attention for a while, I drifted away."

Jiang Ning: "..."

After a long time, every time this matter was mentioned, Han Zhiyuan repeatedly said that he just didn't pay attention and let the bowl slip away, but Jiang Ning laughed and said nothing. In a rage, Han Zhiyuan grabbed him like this until Jiang Ning I can't talk anymore, and the stalk of washing dishes is over.

After Han Zhiyuan put the bowl away, the two sat down in the yard, and then the question went back to the bathing place. According to Jiang Ning's plan, they originally planned to wash in the river in front of the door. Where water is used, Mo Ming always has a sense of shame.

In contrast, Han Zhiyuan didn't care. He just felt that the river in front of the door was too narrow and not wide enough. In his words, it was only enough to put one leg down. So after Jiang Ning saw that he was pretending to be aggressive, the two discussed again. Fan, picked up his clothes, decided to go downstream.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the stars all over the sky seemed to have been carefully brushed by people, like a handful of scattered diamonds, shining brightly, densely crowded together, the moon like a silver plate hung on the sky, and silver fell down. The soft light drew the shadows of the two on the ground, one in front of the other, arms swinging, and their steps were neat, slender and long, and occasionally entangled with each other ambiguously.

Because the river has never been repaired, it is wide and narrow at times, the banks are overgrown with grass, and the road is not easy to walk. Fortunately, the two found the confluence with another river after walking for a long time. There are three or four meters, so I decided to solve it here.

Putting down the change of clothes, Jiang Ning took off his shirt and said, "You just had a low fever, so don't—"

What responded to him was a bang—— and a spray of cool water. The water on the river was rippling and shimmering. Han Zhiyuan had long since disappeared. He wiped his face speechlessly and continued to take off his shirt slowly. , said to himself: "If you get sick again, I will fork you out, love whoever you are."

Over there, Han Zhiyuan kicked hard in the water, sprinted far away, and after enjoying himself for a long time, he came out to wipe a handful of water, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked back to see Jiang Ning took off his clothes and was about to go into the water. The moonlight fell on his back, emitting a white light. Jiang Ning's skin was very white, a bit like the color of jade, and it looked particularly warm and moist, making people want to touch it.

As a matter of fact, Han Zhiyuan touched it with his hands in a strange way. After touching it more than once, the hand feels as warm and moist as imagined, with smooth skin and flesh, which is very comfortable.

Jiang Ning was startled by his touch, and turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"

Han Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, with a serious face: "There is a mosquito."

Jiang Ning's tone was suspicious: "There are still mosquitoes in autumn?" He became a little nervous again as he spoke, and scratched the touched place with his backhand, and it didn't feel too itchy, so he rejoiced: "It's okay, I'm a little allergic to mosquitoes .”

Han Zhiyuan was surprised, rubbed his chin silently, held back for a while before saying, "Why are you allergic?"

"It's a childhood problem," Jiang Ning answered him with a smile: "If the mosquito bite is particularly itchy, blisters will form in a few minutes, and then red and swollen, like a steamed bun. If you don't apply medicine, it will take a few minutes. There will be pus and ulcers in the sky, and it won't be cured in a month or two. Look at my back, are there many scars?"

As he spoke, he turned around and showed Han Zhiyuan his back. Jiang Ning's shoulders were not strong, and could even be said to be a little thin, but they were straight, like a bamboo plant, exuding a sense of tenacity, making him very attractive. In other words, the bones of the shoulders and back are smooth, clean and white. Han Zhiyuan glanced at it, and then looked at it again, and suddenly remembered the feeling of shaking hands with Jiang Ning. Like that slender hand, he thought about it, how could he have time to see if there was any scar on it.

So Han Zhiyuan had no choice but to stammer and say: "Maybe I misread just now, it's not a mosquito, don't worry, it's fine."

Jiang Ning turned his face away, and the corners of his mouth curled up slowly and silently. Although he was indeed allergic to mosquitoes, at most he had blisters, redness and swelling. If he left it alone, it would heal in a few days. What, of course he was fooling Han Zhiyuan, it's autumn, the weather in the north is so cold, how could there be mosquitoes?

After this episode, Han Zhiyuan became a lot more honest. In the end, the two of them took a bath for more than half an hour before they were ready to go back. Han Zhiyuan was reluctant at first and dawdled, but Jiang Ning threatened him by saying that he would go out when he was sick. Finally, under the pressure of lust, he finally climbed onto the shore, picked up his clothes and put them on, he was immediately dumbfounded.

At this time, Jiang Ning was already dressed, seeing Han Zhiyuan staring at the clothes, he burst out laughing, ancient clothes had no zippers or buttons, only long and short belts, the size was even smaller With his chest open and his clothes on, Mr. Han exuded a romantic and rascal aura.

Jiang Ning smiled for a long time before waving at him: "I'll come."

Han Zhiyuan walked over obediently and asked Jiang Ning to help him tidy up his collar and lapel. He was half a head taller than Jiang Ning, and his gaze was on Jiang Ning's eyes, which looked extremely gentle under the moonlight, like two pools of water. Warm and soft, Han Zhiyuan couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Jiang Ning's shoulders again. The lines were smooth, making him always want to reach out and touch them. He stared at them for a long time, until Jiang Ning patted him and signaled that he was ready, he turned back. God, I walked all the way and thought silently: So I am a back lover...