The beautiful luthier and her dream lover

In the southwest of Dazhou, the climate is changeable, and the folk customs are tough. Seven or eight-year-old children are bolder than some adults.

Xizhuzhai is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a population of [-]. All of them belong to the same surname.The Zhaizi is a relative, and foreigners are very welcome to come for the sake of reproduction.One night's dew and love left seeds for the village, and no one stopped him when he left the next day.

The young man with good looks is the most favored by the local women, and he really likes it. It is not unusual to snatch him into the bridal chamber that day.

When he arrived for the first time, Zhou Jing was so scared that he almost ran away. There was a lot of trouble. Qin Ji also ate a jar of vinegar, and the jealousy made the tough girls rub their little hands. It's not right to pay for each station one by one, and promise not to have a wrong heart with 'Mr. Jing' again.

Everyone knows that the handsome and romantic Mr. Jing has a young and beautiful lady who is jealous, so she tactfully does not come to tease him, and hopes that Mrs. Jing and Mr. Jing will work hard so that they can marry Zhaizi when they give birth.

Early in the morning, the snake-catching boy was walking up the mountain with a small bamboo basket on his back, and the aunt in a floral padded jacket was holding a nourishing and nourishing soup pot to the west of Diaojiaolou.

Thin bamboo poles are inserted in front of the building, and red silk cloth is hung on it. When the wind blows, the red cloth rises up.

"Ms. Jing? Is Mrs. Jing at home?"

The aunt yelled loudly outside, from the mountains, with a loud voice, the door of the bamboo building creaked open, Qin Ji was wearing local costumes, and the gold, silver and jade ornaments were ringing in the wind: "I'm at home."

It's not the first time seeing Mrs. Jing who is so jealous. The aunt was excited and suppressed her praise: "Ms. Jing, on behalf of the whole village, I've come to give you something good!"

Qin Ji asked her to enter the door sideways, and asked as she walked: "Good? Things? What good? Things?"

"No matter how good it is, it's nothing but a tonic!" The aunt smiled and her face blossomed into flowers: "There are few people in the village, so naturally we have to work hard on the issue of offspring. This is a prescription passed down from generation to generation by our village ancestors. Introduce the old and bring forth the new, eat it, and ensure that Mrs. Jing will give birth to a litter after another litter!"

"A nest?" Qin Ji paused, looking back with a delicate expression.

Realizing that she said the wrong thing, the aunt covered her mouth with a smile: "Oh, oh, you know what I mean. I'm a rough person, I can't speak well."

She entered the bamboo house with a laugh, and looked around: "Is Mr. Jing not there?"

Speaking of the daytime scene, Qin Ji's cold eyes were warm, and she picked up the teapot to make tea for the woman: "She is still sleeping."

These words? I don't know where they hit the woman's words? Box, she watched with admiration as Mrs. Jing made tea and poured water for her, and felt that she had never seen such a beautiful woman in her life. Frown and smile, just look coldly at people, full of charm.

When they first met the couple, the people in the village thought they saw a god, and they prayed without saying a word. Later, a series of misunderstandings that made people laugh were resolved, and Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing lived temporarily. In Zhaizi, in just a few days, it has brought benefits that people can't even imagine.

The woman hurriedly took the cup of tea, staring at the delicate porcelain cup, she couldn't move her eyes. Mrs. Jing was so clean, she brought all the cups, bowls and saucers with her own, and her close-fitting items were even more important. .

Traveling in the mountains and rivers also pays attention to this, less.

Auntie is 35 to [-] years old, long past the good time of romance. She said the usual words that make people shy? There is no pressure at all. Besides, what is there to be ashamed about human relations?

"If you ask me, Mr. Jing's body is still too thin and fragile. At night, the bamboo bed can't even shake! Mrs. Jing wakes up enjoying herself while lying down, 'he' is still sleeping, so useless? Where is the doll?"

Qin Ji lived two lifetimes, how could anyone dare to say these things in front of her?

Hearing this for the first time, her face turned cold, with frost and snow flying in her eyes, and the tongue of the most eloquent aunt in the village was so cold that she tied her tongue.

After getting along a few times, I found that the people here are warm-hearted, simple and tough by nature, and they have something to say.I'm probably used to it, so I won't? Turn the corner and talk?.The diction is also rough, straight to the point.

It is clear that they have no malicious intentions, and they are really worried about her heirs. They neither ridicule her nor ridicule her. Qin Ji is not good? No matter how cold her face is, she has never heard of it? I have heard it many times, and I am grateful ?Received the care and warmth between the lines, it tasted fresh.

In Xunyang, who would dare to talk to her like this?

But here, she is Mrs. Jing in the eyes of others.

At most young and beautiful.

Listening to the aunt saying that her benefactor is 'not used?', 'the bamboo bed can't be shaken', Qin Ji couldn't help laughing, and finally said something fair: "She's not that bad."

"Why isn't it bad..." The aunt murmured, "This time? Are you still sleeping?"

I don’t know her? How do you think about your benefactor in your heart? Qin Ji is not good? Teach her to continue to think about it, pointing to the soup pot and saying: "This is..."

"I said it just now. After drinking it, I will keep Madam Jing holding two for one year, and three for two years. Madam Jing, try it?"

The lid was lifted, and a scent of medicine wafted out. Qin Ji thought for a moment, then turned around and took a spoon from the back kitchen and scooped up half of the bowl. The soup was still clear.

Knowing that she likes to be clean and particular, the aunt stared wide-eyed: "It's not dirty! Drink it!"

It seems that Qin Ji has humiliated their village if she doesn't drink it.

After all, it was a good intention, even though the situation between her and her benefactor was not what everyone thought, Qin Ji still bowed her head and took a few sips.

The taste is slightly astringent and the aftertaste is sweet.

"Drinking a lot of this stuff is beneficial. It can nourish the body and recuperate deeply. I am also very interested in that matter. There are no other messy disadvantages. It is a pity that this is for women. If you want me to say, Mr. Jing should taste this most Soup."

She is still feeling sorry for the fact that daytime scenery is not useful.Mrs. Jing is such a beautiful person. Don't say that men go crazy after seeing it, but women also see it. She can't help but can't get out of bed. The two of them have been married until now? They don't have a child, which is really disappointing.

"Drink more, drink more. I use? I personally guarantee you that drinking more of this stuff is good!!"

The aunt has a bad temper, and she can't see the girl's family taking a slow sip? Sip? Taste.

Qin Ji lowered her eyes to savor the "good intentions" from everyone in the village, and the woman's urging crackled in her ears.The purpose of her and her benefactor going out this time is to relax and recuperate? The state is doing Dunlun's business.

"Oh, Mrs. Jing, take a big mouthful? Take a big mouthful? Drink it. If you are like this, the soup will be cold at the end!" She stood up so anxiously that she wanted to pour the soup in herself.

Dayi Jing sleepily climbed down from the bamboo bed, remember to get dressed anyway, and went out, and when he came out, he saw the sturdy aunt yelling at her family Zhou Zhou, so he fell asleep and woke up all of a sudden.

Among other things, this man is good? Fat guts!

Zhou Zhou is actually good? Is your temper not angry?

Zhouzhou in this life is not the gentle and delicate girl in the previous life.

The day view was amazed, and for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, his long legs moved away, and he hurried forward to snatch the small porcelain bowl: "What are you drinking?"

Auntie can't hear this? Even though Mr. Jing is as beautiful as a banished fairy, she still puts her hands on her hips, full of air: "This is a good thing that our village doesn't spread, you are so ignorant, huh? What are you doing?" Did you drink it? We boiled it for Mrs. Jing!"

As the soup entered his throat, Zhou Jing licked the corners of his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt it carefully, only to feel a hot air lurking quietly in his dantian.

It's not poisonous, it's really a good thing.

She returned the bowl, met the girl's playful eyes, and blushed slightly: "I just want to taste it."

"Oh, if you drink one more sip, Mrs. Jing will have to drink one less sip. A woman can only drink one bowl in this life. Mr. Jing, you are really good." The aunt is afraid that 'him' will do something bad. , looking closely at the remaining soup: "Miss Jing, you are a husband."

If you can't live, you still grab a drink.

Qin Ji understood her incomplete meaning, and her brows and eyes instantly burst into a smile.

She also quite likes when her benefactor is run on.

Seeing their 'eyes? Go', Zhou Jing always felt that there was something wrong, and wanted to say something more, but the aunt pushed the door out: "Okay? Okay, okay, the next thing? It's what women listen to? Mr. Jing Don't join in the fun!"

"..."

Kicked out of the house in a daze, the mountain wind blew by, and Dayi Jing straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, feeling aggrieved: who is not a woman anymore!Why can't the head of the family listen!

No matter how wronged and angry she was, she obediently went to wash by the pool, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became: The aunt looked at her yesterday with a happy face, but now she looks at her, is it her nose or her eyes? Not her eyes? She actually underestimated her ?

What did she do to be underestimated by her!It's outrageous!

"Okay, the troublemaker is gone, Mrs. Jing, drink it while it's hot, gulp? gulp? Drink it. It won't work well when it's cold."

"good?."

The warm-hearted aunt watched the other party drink the soup that everyone in the village had tempered for half a month from the beginning to the end, and she was satisfied: "Ms. Jing just wait for the good news!"

She said to herself: "I'll go back first, and I'll find a way to make up for Mr. Jing. But if I make up again, it won't be as effective as the bowl of soup we gave Mrs. Jing."

She was full of confidence. Looking at the joy on her face, Qin Ji unconsciously became more cheerful. She didn't take that bowl of soup seriously, but now she had a little expectation.

What if it works?

This stockade lives away from the world, maybe there is a secret that the world does not know.

Sending off the aunt, Zhou Jing's little face was washed clean, and he walked towards his wife curiously, and asked, "What did you arrange for me? Why does she look at me like that?"

Qin Ji didn't dare to say that she accidentally ruined her "famous name in the world", so she endured it, but finally couldn't hold it back, and sneered on her shoulder.

With this smile, Zhou Jing felt even worse.

Sure enough, she was arranged?

Excessive!

At first she wasn't so annoyed, but when she was ready to eat, she went out for a walk around. I don't know how much the old lady with the sieve mouth babbled outside, and the eyes of the people in the village looked at her with strange and complicated expressions. That's enough, and looked at her family Zhouzhou with a kind of pity and sigh.

No matter how dull Zhou Jing was, she knew that her reputation had been ruined.

Because he slept too much and stayed in bed, he became the most incompetent 'man' in the entire Xizhu village, what a shame!

"Hey, Mr. Jing, try my roasted pig's trotters."

"Bullwhip, this is the best bullwhip!"

"Mr. Jing, are you doing well? Okay? Take care of your body. Look at the thin one. A little finger in Ershan can knock you down."

Ershan was a very strong man, he raised his chin proudly at Zhou Zhoujing upon hearing this.

Outrageous!

You came up and knocked me down!

Zhou Jing went out for a while and felt suffocated, and couldn't compare Ershan like a child who didn't grow up.

Back in Diaojiaolou, roasted pig’s trotters, bullwhip, and all kinds of tonics piled up into a small hill. She had a straight face, and her palm-sized face was about to storm. Qin Ji wanted to laugh and was shy when she saw her. Caressing the back of her neck: "They are talking nonsense, I didn't say it."

"Ah!"

During the daytime scene, I was so angry that I waved my sleeves to seal the doors and windows tightly. On the west bamboo pole in front of the bamboo building, there were two large characters of "Do Not Disturb" flying around on the red silk cloth.

"The bamboo bed? Can't it shake?"

Qin Ji glanced at her guilty, and suppressed a smile: "That's what Aunt Ji said."

"I don't use it??"

"That, that's what Aunt Ji said!"

She pressed on step by step, she backed away slowly, to the sealed window, Qin Ji's cheeks were blushing: "Benefactor..."

"After I teach you, you still dare to talk nonsense in front of outsiders!"

"what!"

With a short exclamation, Qin Ji put her arms around her neck, her voice was unsteady, trembling, and coaxed softly in her ears: "You are amazing, is it not enough for me alone..."

Day King's fox eyes? Rolling up amazing coquettishness: "Why am I so good?"

"you……"

"talk."

"What do you want me to say?" She buried her hot face in the neck of her sweetheart.

Zhou Jing pulled her away puzzled: "Then you better not talk about it."

The white plum hairpin falls to the ground, and the inner room is full of spring.

The next day, Aunt Ji and a group of elderly women came to the bamboo building with all kinds of tonics, and found that the doors and windows were closed, and the red silk cloth on the bamboo pole in front of the door wrote "Do Not Disturb" in big, sharp strokes. Teach people not to offend.

The couple were busy, so everyone had no choice but to walk away.

On the third day, it was still the same.

Aunt Ji was puzzled and said, "Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing are busy enough."

Everyone didn't want to be a bad guest, so they walked away again.

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