Through the cultivation of tang pear leaves rouge color

The next morning Dong Wu went out to do errands very early.

He hired someone to look after the fish in the fish pond, and regularly provided fresh fish to several restaurants in the county town. He had to get up to do work almost every morning before dawn. Song Li was in a deep sleep at this time. Although Wu promised that he would not force him to act, he would still take advantage of this situation when Song Li didn't know about it.

Or touch his tender face, and sometimes kiss him lightly on the face or lips, and then Dong Wu will get out of bed and start a whole day of busy work.

With Song Li in his heart, his life has a clearer direction, and the future is always bright, so that he can be energetic every day and be motivated to do everything.

Song Li washed his own hair after waking up in the morning, then combed his hair and tied it with a hair band. Although Dong Wu had taught him several times, he was still a bit hard at braiding, and he had to wait for Dong Wu to give him a haircut every time. Braid it up, otherwise he can only tie up his hair casually like this.

Although Song Li really wanted to cut off his hair so that he could return to the refreshing and comfortable state before, but he thought that if he did this, although he would gain temporary comfort, he would definitely be responsible for his willful and reckless behavior for the rest of his life. Responsibility, so, he can only endure this long hair, and gradually form a habit.

After Song Li tied up his hair, he took a good look at the wound on his forehead with the bronze mirror. Some of the scabs had fallen off, and some remained, but they were about to fall off. The circle around the wound was clearly It is newly grown tender red flesh.

Looking at this mark, he thought, maybe this scar will never disappear in his lifetime, but that's fine, this scar is a commemoration left by the previous owner of this body, and it also represents his new life.

For the former owner of this body, Song Li always had a sense of guilt and pity. After all, he was the one who took possession of the original owner's body, and the child was still young, so he deserved his pity and love.

Dong Wu saved breakfast for Song Li, put it on the stove and covered it with a big bamboo pot lid, inside was steamed rice cakes, porridge, chopped pickles, and a boiled salted duck egg.

Song Li went to the kitchen and started to eat breakfast. He had a small appetite, a bowl of porridge, a salted duck egg, and then some pickled vegetables, and a small rice cake was already very full.

The sun outside has risen, because the house faces south, the kitchen window is propped up and open, and the sunlight shines into the kitchen, reflecting a bright mark on the ground.

Looking at the window and the scene outside the window, Song Li, who was eating breakfast, felt quite dazed. After all, he was still in a modern society with highly advanced technology, and now he was sitting in an ancient farm kitchen eating a simple but delicious breakfast.

Everything seems like a world away, like a dream, but everything here is so real, the bowl and rice porridge in your hand are real, and the salted duck eggs that taste very good in your mouth are also real. The garlic and skewered peppers and bacon are real, the warm sunlight coming in through the windows is real, and the bamboo wells and peach trees in the courtyard are all real...

Song Li is not a philosopher, nor a scientist, nor even a spiritualist. He feels that why he died and reincarnated in this new body is not a question he should explore and think about. He just needs to live a good life. What's more, he is still living with a very good person now.

After breakfast, Song Li washed the dishes and cleaned up the pots and stoves.

Then put away the changed dirty clothes and take them to the yard to prepare for laundry.

He had never washed clothes before, and Granny Li did the laundry most of the time, and sometimes Dong Wu would do the laundry by himself.

But he felt that it would be better for him to learn how to wash clothes, otherwise it would be too bad to always do nothing at home.

His clothes are made of very soft materials. Although they are women's clothes, they are also of a generous style. The colors are also very simple and not colorful. Dong Wu doesn't like too colorful clothes, so he didn't. Prepare bright clothes for him.

Song Li didn't feel uncomfortable wearing ancient women's clothes. After all, in this era, men from rich and noble families all wore long clothes. That look was similar to skirts in Song Li's perception, and Song Li used to He has acted in sitcoms many times in college, and every time he was dragged into a male-female reverse role, he is already quite immune to this.

The material of Dong Wu's clothes is much rougher, and his clothes can only be washed at home if they are clean, and the clothes that are too dirty have to be taken to the river for washing, otherwise they will not be washed clean.

Song Li put the wooden tub for washing clothes by the well, and put the washboard, and finally poured half a bucket of water from the well into the wooden tub, and another half bucket of water, and then started to wash. .

He followed Granny Li's example and used soap horns to make foam for washing. After rubbing his two clothes, he was so tired that he was out of breath. He really didn't know that washing clothes was so tiring People, I thought that it is very easy to watch Granny Li do the laundry, so why am I so tired when it is my turn.

So he had no choice but to put the rubbed clothes in the small wooden basin aside, and put the unwashed ones into the laundry tub to soak, preparing to do some light work first, and then come to wash the clothes.

Song Li started to clean the room, swept the room once more, and began to wipe the furniture again. He was cleaning the desk in the cubicle where Dong Wu's parents' tablets were placed, when he heard the sound of the courtyard door being opened, and went to the window to look. Seeing that Dong Wu really came back, he ran out quickly. After all, Dong Wu said that when he came back in the morning, he would make herbal medicine for him to take a bath and wash his hair, and he was thinking about it.

"You're back?" Song Li happily ran to the door to greet him, tripped on the threshold and almost fell, although he grabbed the door frame because of his nimble movements, he fell to his knees and fell to the ground. No forehead hit.

Seeing him fall, Dong Wu screamed and ran over to help him up.

Song Li knocked on the weak tendon in his leg and lost all strength for a while, his hand was on Dong Wu's arm, his brows were frowned, and he said in great annoyance, "I actually fell down!"

Dong Wu picked him up, put him on the chair in the main room and sat down, half knelt on the ground, picked up his skirt, and then picked up his trouser leg to check the knocked knee, the left knee was scratched A bit of skin peeled off, leaving a red patch on the white and tender skin, but the right knee was fine.

Seeing that he was so anxious about himself, Song Li said in embarrassment, "It's okay, no one will have a bump."

Dong Wu frowned, and said, "How could you be so careless and fall at your own door."

Song Li didn't take it seriously. He had never walked through a door with a threshold before. Now that there is such a high threshold in his house, he had to be careful every time. Not only did he sometimes fail to notice the threshold, but he often forgot to pick up the hem of the skirt And it is entirely possible to be tripped and wrestle at your own door.

Song Li was about to remind Dong Wu about boiling medicinal herbs to let him take a bath and wash his hair, when he raised his head and saw a tall man standing at the door, but this man turned his back to the room, as if he was embarrassed to come in.

Song Li immediately said to Dong Wu, "Dong Wu, do you have any guests?"

Only then did Dong Wu come to his senses. He stood up, put down Song Li's trouser legs and skirt, and said to the people at the door, "Brother Wu, Zhuo Jing got a little injury on his leg, let me show him the injury." , you sit first, I really neglect you."

The people outside still seemed embarrassed to face the house, so he faced the courtyard door like that and said, "My dear brother, please go ahead."

Song Li thought the people outside were very interesting, and was curious why he kept facing the outside all the time, but Dong Wu hugged him horizontally when he was curious about other men, Song Li gave a soft cry, and was caught by Dong Wu. After carrying him into the bedroom and putting him on the chair, Dong Wu said, "Sit down, I'll rub you with medicinal oil, you, the wound on your forehead is not healed yet, and your knee is injured again."

Song Li felt that Dong Wu was making a fuss out of a molehill, and just now, this person hugged him horizontally, which made him feel so embarrassed to death now.

Song Li said, "It's not a serious injury, just don't worry about it and it will get better."

Dong Wu glanced at him with a sullen face. When Dong Wu was sullen, he was quite imposing. He stared at Song Li in a daze, feeling guilty for a while.

Dong Wu found a medicine bottle from the cabinet, which contained a kind of pink medicated oil. Song Li knew that this medicated oil was used to wipe his forehead, so he asked, "This is not the medicine on the head. Can I use it on my knees?"

Dong Wu had already half-kneeled on the ground, picked up his skirt and trouser legs, and began to apply medicine to him. Song Li's legs were very white, well-proportioned, and very beautiful. Gently rub it on the wound and its surroundings, and said, "It's all bruises, why can't you rub it on your knees?"

When this ointment was applied to the wound, apart from a little pain at the beginning, there was a cooling sensation afterwards, which was very comfortable. Song Li squinted his eyes slightly, watching Dong Wu apply the medicine for him, and then put down his pants for him , and then put down the skirt.

Dong Wudao, "Your foot is hurt, just sit in the inner room and read a book."

Song Li said dissatisfiedly, "I'm wiping the furniture, and I haven't finished washing the clothes. Such a small injury doesn't bother me at all. I have to stay in the inner room and read a book when I do anything. Besides, it's not that there are guests at home, so I don't want me to serve tea." Hospitality?"

The guest who came today is one of the few people Song Li has met since he came to this world. After all, people are social animals, and Song Li does not have autism, so he is still looking forward to having something to do with others. Sociable.

Dong Wu sighed when he heard him say this, and said, "Sit in the inner room first, Granny Li will come over soon, she will do these things by herself."

Dong Wu was about to go out, Song Li grabbed his arm, stared straight at Dong Wu with a pair of big black eyes, and said, "Why don't you let me do it, you know I'm not an idler."

Dong Wu turned around to look at him, frowned, seemed very annoyed, and said, "I was too anxious just now, I picked up your trouser legs in the main room, I guess Brother Wu would have seen it..."

"Just look at it, what can I do." Song Li also frowned, thinking that the man had been turning his back to them just now, could it be because he saw his legs, so he was "shy" or to avoid suspicion, I dare not look at it.

Song Li felt baffled, but had to abide by the rules here. He felt very uncomfortable, and his face was also very sad. Dong Wu wanted to persuade him again, but he didn't know what to say, so he finally said, "Good boy. , you see, your hair is disheveled, it is not convenient to go out to entertain guests, just sit here, I will talk to him for a while, and I will talk to you again after sending him away."

Seeing Dong Wu's anxious look, Song Li nodded understandingly and said, "Go."