Marriage by Heaven II

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, and there are [-] families with the same surname.Zhaizi is a family, and foreigners are very welcome to come in order to reproduce.One night's dewy love left seeds for the village, and no one stopped him when he left the next day.

The handsome young man 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 first arrived, Zhou Jing was so scared that he almost ran away. It was a ridiculous joke. Qin Ji also ate a jar of vinegar, and the jealous girls rubbed their little hands and bowed their heads. Standing in a row to apologize , Promise that you won't be wrong about 'Jing Gongzi' 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, which is strange and beautiful.

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

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

It wasn't the first time she saw Mrs. Jing who was so jealous. The aunt was excited and suppressed her praise: "Ms. Jing, on behalf of the whole village, I have come to give you good things!"

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

"The best tonic!" The aunt's face blossomed into flowers with a smile: "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. It, guarantees that Mrs. Jing will give birth to litter after 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 don't know how to talk."

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."

Somehow these words hit the woman's chatterbox. She watched Madam Jing making tea and pouring water for her with eyes full of admiration, and felt that she had never seen such a beautiful woman in her life. All full of flavour.

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. Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing lived in the village temporarily, and they died in just a few days. The stockade brings unimaginable benefits.

The woman hurriedly took the cup of tea, she couldn't take her eyes off the delicate porcelain cup, Mrs. Jing was so clean, she brought all the cups, bowls and saucers with her own, especially the personal items.

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

The aunt is 35-[-] years old, long past the good times of romance, and she doesn't feel the slightest pressure to say the usual embarrassing words. 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 is lying down and enjoying herself. 'He' is still sleeping, so useless, where is the baby? ?”

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

The first time she heard this, 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 with each other a few times, I found that the people here are warm-hearted, simple and tough by nature, and talk about everything.I'm probably used to it, so I don't know how to talk around corners.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 tease her. Qin Ji can't keep her face cold. She has heard words she has never heard many times, and feels the care between the lines Warmth, even tasted two points 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' and 'the bamboo bed can't even shake', Qin Ji couldn't help laughing, and finally said something fair: "She's not that bad."

"Why isn't it bad..." the aunt muttered, "I'm still sleeping all this time."

I don't know how she thinks about her benefactor in her heart, Qin Ji can't teach her to continue thinking, pointing to the soup pot and saying: "This is..."

"I said it just now. After drinking it, I will keep Mrs. Jing holding two for one year and three for two years. Mrs. 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 round: "Not dirty! Drink quickly!"

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 more of this stuff is good. It can nourish the body and recuperate deeply. I'm also very interested in that matter. There are no other messy disadvantages. It's a pity that this is for women. If you want me to say, Mr. Jing should try this soup the most. "

She still feels sorry for the ineffective daytime scenery.Mrs. Jing is such a beautiful person, not to mention that the man went crazy after seeing it, and the woman couldn't help but toss her so much that she couldn't get out of bed. The two of them got married and haven't had a child yet, which is really disappointing.

"Drink more, drink more. I can guarantee you with my own head that drinking more of this stuff is good!!"

The aunt has a bad temper, so she can't see the girl's family eating slowly and slowly.

Qin Ji lowered her eyes to taste the 'kindness' of everyone in the village, and the woman's urging crackled in her ears.The purpose of her and her benefactor's going out this time is to relax, and then recuperate and do Dunlun's business.

"Oh, Mrs. Jing, take a big gulp. If you're like this, the soup will be cold at the end!" She stood up so anxiously that she wanted to pour the soup in herself.

Zhou Jing sleepily climbed down from the bamboo bed, at least remembered to get dressed and went out, when he came out, he saw the sturdy aunt yelling at her Zhou Zhou, and woke up from sleepiness.

Among other things, this man is so fat and courageous!

Zhou Zhou has a good temper and is not angry?

Zhou Zhou 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 couldn't hear this, even though Mr. Jing was as beautiful as an exiled fairy, she still put her hands on her hips, full of air: "This is a good thing that is not known in our village, you are so ignorant, hey? Why did you drink it? We cooked this specially 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 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 take one more sip, Mrs. Jing will have to take one less sip. A woman can only drink this bowl in her life. Mr. Jing, you are really good." Afraid that 'him' would do something bad, she kept her eyes on the little soup left : "Ms. Jing, you are a husband."

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

Qin Ji understood what she meant, and smiled instantly.

She also quite likes when her benefactor is run on.

Watching them 'flickering', Zhou Jing always felt that there was something wrong, and wanted to say something more, but the aunt pushed the door out: "Okay, okay, the next thing is for women to 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 eyes or eyes, how could she belittle 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, and drink it in big gulps. It won't work well if it's cold."

"it is 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 Young Master Jing too. 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 happy expression on her face, Qin Ji unconsciously became more cheerful. She didn't take that bowl of soup seriously, but now she gave rise to meager expectations.

What if it works?

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

After seeing the aunt away, Zhou Jing's 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 first life", 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 that annoyed, but when she went out for a walk after breakfast, she didn't know how much the sieve-mouthed aunt had babbled outside, and the people in the village looked at her with strange and complicated eyes. Looking at her family Zhou Zhou with a 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, you have to take good care of your body. Look at you skinny, Ershan can knock you down with a little thumb."

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 was suffocated when he went out for a trip, and he couldn't compare Er Shan like a child who hadn't grown up.

Back in Diaojiaolou, roasted pig’s trotters, bullwhips, and various tonics piled up into a hill. She had a straight face, and her palm-sized face was about to be stormy. The back of her neck: "They were talking nonsense, but I didn't."

"Ah!"

The daytime scene was so angry that the doors and windows were sealed tightly with a wave of the sleeves. On the west bamboo pole in front of the bamboo building, the red silk cloth had two big characters of "Do Not Disturb".

"Can't the bamboo bed 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, isn't it enough for me to know..."

Zhou Jing's fox eyes rolled up surprisingly coquettishly: "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 a big way. Don't dare to offend.

The couple were busy, so everyone had to leave.

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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