After cheering the sick farmer, I farmed with peace of mind

Bai Shuo helped Zhuang Qingyun to drink the medicine, made the pillow for him to lie down, and subconsciously moved a lot more gently, because he felt that this man should not live in the mud, he should be high-spirited, free and unrestrained.

"Thank you, Lele." Zhuang Qingyun's face was pale, but his eyes stared at Bai Shuo as deep as a black pool, and his voice was hoarse and deep.

Bai Shuo is a straightforward person. He doesn't want to pretend to be someone else. Although he has occupied this body, he doesn't have any memories or emotions of his original body. Sooner or later he will be discovered. It's better to confess in advance. At least someone can Sharing this secret, even though this person is already too busy to take care of himself, he trusts his instincts, and this person in front of him can be trusted.

And for a long time after that, they will have to get along day and night, sleep in the same bed, er... and cover the same quilt.

"Zhuang Qingyun... My name is Bai Shuo, not Bai Lele." Bai Shuo stared at his big round eyes timidly. Although he didn't want to hide it, he was not sure that such an unimaginable thing would make him happy. Others accept.

Sure enough, Zhuang Qingyun was taken aback when he heard it, but he didn't speak, he just signaled Bai Shuo to continue with his eyes.

When he heard that Bai Shuo came from another world, a trace of shock flashed across his face, and then he returned to calmness.

"I don't know what happened. I accidentally rolled down the mountain in my original world. I came here as soon as I opened my eyes. I don't know if I can go back."

Bai Shuo's voice is clear and sweet, and his speech is slow, with a childish face, with a cute and naive attitude that doesn't know it.

"Don't tell anyone but me." Zhuang Qingyun was silent for a moment, and then urged.

"You believe me?"

"Believe, because you also trust me, so don't tell others."

"Of course, I cherish my little life very much." After speaking, he patted his own small chest, a big smile appeared on his delicate face, and the dimple was deep.

In Zhuang Qingyun's eyes, his heart softened all of a sudden. He was not too shocked about Bai Shuo's origin, nor did he think about where the original Bai Lele had gone. some things.

And the Bai Shuo standing in front of him now should be a gift from God, a soul that descended from the sky, gentle and straightforward, like light, shone into his dark life, bringing hope to live.

How can such a person stay?

"Then I'm not Bai Lele, it doesn't count if we get married." Bai Shuo suddenly remembered this, and said happily.

"No matter who you are, we are already married, and you are my wife." Zhuang Qingyun's eyes darkened.

Bai Shuo's smiling face immediately collapsed, staring at the other party's still calm expression, but felt that this guy was really too clumsy.

"But I'm not Bai Lele, and I don't like men either. I know some herbs and simple medical skills. I'll help you heal your injuries. When you recover, let's make up again."

Zhuang Qingyun lay on the pillow with his eyes downcast and did not speak. He responded to Bai Shuo with silence, showing rejection all over his body.

Bai Shuo was very helpless, he didn't expect this ancient poor boy to be so stubborn.

At this time, Zhao Jinmei, Zhuang Qinghai's daughter-in-law, brought the food. After Bai Shuo thanked him, he moved the small table in the room to the bed and prepared to eat.

He said it was food, but it was actually two bowls of soup with few grains of rice in sight and a few dumplings made of unknown dishes, which made him lose his appetite suddenly.

Bai Shuo loves food very much, and he usually cooks it himself, but now that he is poor and white, there is no other way, and Zhao Jinmei must have secretly brought these over.

Feeling his empty stomach, Bai Shuo picked up the vegetable dumpling and ate it, swallowing it with difficulty, feeling like his throat would be cut, thinking that he would eat delicious food every day when he had money.

After he finished eating, he broke up the vegetable balls and soaked them in gruel to feed Zhuang Qingyun, and then quickly cleaned up the dishes with his thin hands.

Turning around, I saw Zhuang Qingyun looking at him silently, his eyes were dark and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Could it be that you are angry? Could it be that you are not full?No, he has a fever and has no appetite to eat much?

Or is it because you said you want to reconcile?That's right, in ancient times, divorce was very resistant and harsh. It seems that we can't bring it up easily in the future, and wait until the time is right, because the maintenance of the patient's mood is also very important.

"Just pretend I didn't say it." He said helplessly, feeling like coaxing a child.

"Ok!"

Ah!really……

Bai Shuo was eager to understand this era, so he decided to go out to check the environment first. Zhuang Qingyun just took the medicine and needed to rest.

"Have a good night's sleep. I'll go outside to familiarize myself with the environment and see if I can find any medicine and food for you."

"Okay, don't pay attention to them at home, do whatever you want, go out and pay attention to safety, don't go into the mountains."

"understood."

"The first home on the left is the neighbor Angkor's house. You can ask his Xiaohu to take you around."

"Okay, don't worry."

Bai Shuo helped Zhuang Qingyun lie down, covered the quilt, and then walked out of the thatched hut. He was about to formally face the era after time travel.

Closing the door behind his back, it was still a little cold to stand outside. Bai Lele's body was already thin, and he himself was afraid of the cold. The clothes he was wearing were thin and stiff, not to mention not keeping warm, but look at the situation in the room Probably no thick clothes.

Forget it, bear with it for now, his first priority now is to cure Zhuang Qingyun, and then he can get a divorce, but before that, he has to make a fortune first, otherwise eating will be a problem, he doesn't want to eat wild vegetables and rice soup three times a day .

And he wants to go to more places, in case he can wear it back one day, he needs to prepare a lot of money for travel expenses.

The thatched hut was built next to the gate of the farmer's yard. To put it bluntly, it is a firewood house. The thatch wrapped on it has fallen off a lot, and the air leaks everywhere. If it catches up with the rainy day, it will suffer.

Bai Shuo had to complain, Zhuang Qingyun's parents were really cruel and weird, his own son treated him so harshly.

Looking into the courtyard, the main house is three rooms covered with blue bricks and black tiles, and there is another room on each side. I don’t know what is behind the main house. It looks like a vegetable garden. There are faint calls of chickens and ducks. Opposite the thatched cottage is the kitchen and the shed for storing sundries.

It seems that this old farmer's life is not bad, at least he knows that this blue brick house is a good house in the ancient countryside.

Pushing open the door and going out, Bai Shuo felt that he liked this place a little bit.

The early morning sun hangs in the sky, and the sun shines on the lush leaves. The houses of the village are scattered around. There are green brick houses surrounded by low walls, some mud brick houses surrounded by wooden fences, and there are also tight thatched huts. At a glance, you can see a few chimneys and smoke from cooking. In the distance are large paddy fields, green and oily, like patches of green ocean.

Behind you can see a towering and dense mountain, embracing the village like a patron saint. The breeze blows, mixed with the calls of birds, cattle and sheep, which is very pleasant.

Bai Shuo likes this kind of leisurely environment and life very much.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was forced to marry as soon as she crossed over, and there was another Zhuang Qingyun who needed emergency treatment, it would be pretty good to be able to stay in this quiet small village.