flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 47 A broken piece of bacon

Fu Minglai said softly, "Arranging the medicinal materials."

Qin Min also continued: "Learn from him how to organize medicinal materials."

Uncle Liang stared at the two who behaved calmly. The strange atmosphere just now must be just an illusion.

He threw away that weird feeling, looked at Qin Min, and coughed softly, "Little lady, did you read the medical books when you took them back yesterday?"

Seeing him mentioning it, Qin Min felt a little embarrassed, "I only read two pages."

It got dark too quickly, so she stopped reading.

Uncle Liang frowned, "Did you go back and read two pages of the book yesterday?"

Qin Min, "... yes."

There is a guilty conscience of being caught by the teacher for being lazy.

If she had become more proficient in classical Chinese, or had gotten used to this kind of printing in ancient times, she would definitely not be so slow.

Uncle Liang emphasized his tone, "You didn't study hard all night by the moonlight, did you?"

Qin Min looked up at him, "Huh?"

Liang Boyu said earnestly, "The reason why I gave you the book is so that you can read it slowly. You have already read two pages in one night. Can you digest the knowledge in it after reading the book like this?"

Qin Min was stunned for a while, how much is two pages a night?
She came back to her senses, "...Then how much do you think it's appropriate for me to watch a day?"

Uncle Liang looked at her, and said cautiously: "If you can understand half a page, that's pretty good."

Qin Min, "..."

According to the original level, to understand these difficult and obscure medical books, the study progress of half a page a day is reasonable.

Qin Min smiled, and said warmly: "I know, I will read the book clearly, and I won't rush into it."

Uncle Liang couldn't help but nodded, "It's okay if you can't do it, just do your best."

It's still because the girl has a good personality, if she were to be those brats of Fu Minglai, she would choke him half to death with a few words.

Uncle Liang watched Qin Min leave.

Then he looked at Fu Minglai who was still arranging the medicinal materials, his expression was a little more unpredictable.

He knocked on the table.

Fu Minglai raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Uncle Liang had a lot of meaning, "I said, you don't have any thoughts about others, do you?"

Fu Minglai's eyes were deep and focused, "Are you telling the truth?"

Uncle Liang nodded, his face was a bit serious, this kid won't really...

Fu Minglai spoke calmly.

"Actually, I have thoughts about you."

Uncle Liang, "..."

What about the stick?
Where was the thickest stick he kept behind the door? ?

Fu Minglai ignored Uncle Liang, packed up the medicinal materials, and walked out of the house.

A slender figure with his back turned to him immediately came into view.

Fu Minglai walked behind that beautiful figure, "Little lady, what are you doing standing here?"

Qin Min turned his head and saw him, and immediately smiled, "I'm waiting for you."

Fu Minglai saw that she didn't speak, and waited for her to finish.

Qin Min bent his lips, "I'm counting the days, I should be able to take out the bacon in your room to dry today."

"Let's go." Fu Minglai turned around and walked towards his thatched hut. "Why are you waiting outside instead of going to the house to find me?"

Qin Min tried his best to follow his steps, and said with a smile, "Uncle Liang seems to want to tell you something, it seems inconvenient for me to go in."

Fu Minglai paused, did Qin Min hear what they said?

The thick Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Fu Minglai lowered his voice, "Uncle Liang is just curious about my thoughts, nothing else, you don't have to think about it."

"Huh? What do you think?"

Fu Minglai raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you hear what we were talking about?"

Qin Min nodded, "When I was about to leave, Uncle Liang looked at you from time to time, but he didn't speak. Didn't he just want to tell you something in private?"

Fu Minglai, "...he didn't say anything to me."

Qin Min smiled, it seems that he said something related to her.

Fu Ming came back to the thatched cottage, opened the cabinet, and took out the five jars of cured meat in the cabinet, "Can you get the five jars of meat?"

"Just give me three jars, and the remaining two jars are for bacon."

Fu Minglai then put three high jars into her hands.

Qin Min's palm suddenly became heavy, and he lost his grip on the jar, almost falling to the ground.

Fortunately, Fu Minglai didn't let go of his hands, holding three jars, "Forget it, where do you want to take them to dry, I'll take them there."

Qin Min didn't try his best, and said softly, "Thatched shed."

Fu Minglai took the jar to the thatched shed, and according to Qin Min's instructions, hung the bacon in the jar in a cool and ventilated place above the stove.

Originally, there were five catties of meat hanging above the stove, and with the addition of fifteen catties, it looked full.

Fu Minglai glanced at the five catties of meat hanging before, and saw that one of them was turning white, so he frowned, "Is this one broken? Why is the outside turning white?"

Qin Min was far away and couldn't see clearly, "Take it off, let me have a look, it may not be broken, maybe the salt has separated out."

Fu Minglai picked off the piece of meat and handed it to Qin Min.

Qin Min saw the white spots and hairs all over the strips of meat, and smelled the sour and pungent smell, so he couldn't help but sighed, "It's broken."

Fu Ming came to see her a little disappointed, but rather puzzled, "You made thirty catties of meat, and only one piece was broken?"

Qin Min said helplessly: "What do you mean only one is broken?"

Could it be that he thinks that only one broken is already very powerful?

Fu Minglai said softly, "It's much better than ours. We didn't succeed in making these salted bacon before."

Qin Min, "..."

Being able to be unsuccessful all the time is also powerful on another level.

Fu Ming came to help Qin Min hang up the bacon, then took out the thick stick hidden behind his back, and prepared to walk into the mountains.

On this day, the bears in the mountains should also get up and look for food.

Seeing this, Qin Min quickly stopped him, "Wait."

Fu Minglai turned sideways, his gaze fell on her flatly, "What else is there?"

Qin Min clenched his hands, a little hesitation flashed across his small face, as if he was deliberating his words.

She rolled her throat a few times before she said slowly, "You just asked me if I would mind being carried away by you..."

Fu Minglai thought that Uncle Liang interrupted this question, and Qin Min would feel ashamed as if he didn't hear it, but he didn't expect her to bring it up, so his eyes dimmed a little.

She cared so much about her husband-in-law, so she naturally cared about other men touching her.

It's just that she didn't reprimand him, didn't dislike him, and didn't even mention it lightly, so he couldn't figure it out.

Qin Min took a light breath, raised his head, and looked straight at him.

Bright eyes are gentle and peaceful, like the breeze blowing in spring.

"Compared to whether I mind being hugged or not, shouldn't I be grateful for others who can take me so far when I can't walk at all?"

Fu Minglai was startled, never expecting to hear the word "grateful".

He paused, "...do you mind if I hug you?"

Qin Min bent his lips and asked back: "Then you don't mind if I'm weak and can't walk down a few steps, do I need someone to hug me?"

Fu Minglai frowned immediately, "You are weak because your husband's family didn't take care of you well, and it's not your fault. How can you be blamed?"

(End of this chapter)