Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Money, he really doesn't have it.

He didn't want her to eat and wear things, but the space container was abducted by her, and she was seriously injured, some of the bits and pieces left in her hands were replaced by medicine for her, and now she has exhausted the medicine , he was really short of money.

Zhao Fushuang stood in front of the cave door but couldn't get out, but she just stood there stubbornly, waiting for him to open the door.

Yi Huang said with a dark face: "Come here, put the book away."

Zhao Fu scratched at the cave door with both fingers, refusing to look back.

Yi Huang restrained his patience, and Qingqing coldly warned: "Zhao Fushuang, come and clean up!"

don't go!

Go back to clean up after kicking over, she doesn't want to lose face? !

If you don't go out, you don't go out!
Zhao Fu crossed her arms and went back to the stone bed, got into the quilt and continued to sleep.

Yi Huang looked at the person who was wrapped in the quilt on the bed with a dark face, and who occasionally wriggled with the quilt on.

Can we not throw her out of the cave at this moment, Yi Huang admits that all his patience in his life has been spent on her!
Yi Huang rubbed the space between his eyebrows slowly, and said after a long time of hesitation, "Where is my space container?"

Zhao Fushuang didn't speak.

"If you want money, find a space container first."

This time, the quilt was slightly tilted, and a head came out.

Yi Huang was about to pinch the formula and use his mana to find the space container. Zhao Fu turned over and got off the bed, walked over quickly, reached out and slapped his pinching formula hand: "Don't look for it, I can't lose it, so I will store it elsewhere for the time being."

Yi Huang didn't know what trick she was playing, "How can I give you money without a space container?"

Seeing that Yi Huang was looking for a belt, Zhao Fushuang believed that he was really out of money.

"Then, then I don't want it anymore." She gave him a look of disdain, and reluctantly bent over to clean up the books on the ground.

The scattered books were right in front of him, and Zhao Fushuang also leaned over in front of him, watching every move.

As she moved, she could see the curve of the slender waist under the skirt, and the pink skirt was scattered all over the floor, and some even fell on his clothes, inexplicably intimate!
"I'll clean it up myself." Yi Huang said coldly without looking away.

Zhao Fushuang was not a good-tempered person, so she raised her head and said fiercely, "This will be here for a while, and that will be for a while, it's up to you!"

She won't leave, just clean up!

It seemed that no matter how hard Zhao Fushuang wore the pink shirt, she always had the charm of a little girl.

Or maybe it's because she's sick, the corners of her eyes and brows are weak, but she's a little less rebellious and flamboyant when she was wearing white clothes.

Maybe not, at least she kicked and crushed that day, full of momentum, like a tigress protecting her cubs.

With a wave of Yi Huang's hand, the table was turned upside down, right between the two of them.

There was an extra table in front of her, and even if Zhao Fushuang stared at her, her aura would inevitably weaken by three points. She tugged at the hem of her skirt angrily, "Why, the table is pressing on my clothes."

Look at this arrogance!

Yi Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the table slightly, and allowed her to pull the hem of the skirt away.

Zhao Fu picked up the book slowly and put it on the table.

She had already noticed that Yi Huang's reading books were not rigid at all, he read all types of books, and read everything seriously.

When organizing the book, Zhao Fushuang did not forget to think: "If you are so poor, how dare you live to such an old age."! !

He is poor?

Playing life twice every three days.

Whoever meets her will be rich? !

Yi Huang ignored his sarcasm and only scanned the books she had packed.

She was surprisingly honest when she slept, with the quilt covering her chest and her hands folded on the quilt.

When she fell asleep, her breathing was shallow, and she could not turn over all night. When she woke up, the quilt was still neatly and cleanly on her waist.

The quilt she slept on was folded with corners, and the creases on the bed were flattened several times.

At this moment, all the books were sorted and placed in their original state, because she subconsciously smoothed out any damaged places.

It is not difficult to see that these are not her deliberate actions, but the habits formed in her bones.

So she may have a good family, and her parents must have given her good guidance.

Originally a good girl, the bad thing is that she has a mouth.

"What kind of eyes do you have!"

Zhao Fu packed up her books, clapped her hands and got up, don't think she couldn't see the disapproval in his eyes!
Zhao Fushuang came to the gate of the cave again, but Yi Huang didn't stop her again.

Going out again, she didn't touch Zi Nian, she lay in the sea of ​​flowers for half a day, drank a pot of wine in the breeze, and then came back.

She is a heavy drinker, with a jug of wine, she is only slightly drunk.

When pushing open the door of the cave, there was no wobble in his footsteps.

Yi Huang raised his eyes and glanced at her pink cheeks from drinking, and said in disapproval: "Drinking alcohol hurts your body, and you are still hurt."

Zhao Fushuang: "Stop rambling, old man."

Yi Huang: "..."

Zhao Fushuang wanted to go to the bed, but then she took a wrong step and sat down opposite Yi Huang, looking at Yi Huang across a table.

She tilted her head and stared at him and said, "No, I'm still not angry. Why are others so righteous when they farm in our own fields? What do you mean that the Mountain Lord's Mansion has less distribution?"

Zhao Fushuang is not someone with a lot of money, Yi Huang doesn't know why she is still fussing about it.

To put it bluntly, it doesn't matter much to her whether the Shanzhu Mansion is divided or not.

It's a good thing that she doesn't step on her feet at the critical moment.

Yi Huang said: "The back mountain was barren, and it was Banqing who wanted to plant some flowers and plants, so he leveled it and reclaimed it."

if so.
If Yi Huang is willing, it is understandable to give his head to Yun Banqing.

"So, what do these herbs have to do with the ancestors below?"

She could hear clearly that day, Zi Nian said that those ancestors would not let him go.

This mayfly mountain is so big, and the main peak is enough for every strong man to enclose the land. Even if the land behind the mountain lord's mansion is better than other places, no matter how good it is, it belongs to the manor of the mountain lord, so it's not like other ancestors can intervene of.

"It's a long story. At first, the medicinal herbs in the back mountain were only used by the mountain master's mansion and the sect leader. Later, the survival rate and quantity of the medicinal herbs grown in the back mountain increased. There is no one else in the mountain master's mansion except me. Those medicinal materials were useless, so they were distributed to the Treasure Pavilion of the Yunding Sect, and the head would reward disciples in need."

Zhao Fushuang looked at Yi Huang.

Really speechless and taken advantage of!
"You are noble, you don't need to be a sect, but what does this matter to the ancestors?"

Yi Huang didn't want to say it, but Zhao Fu didn't want to let go.

Facing Zhao Fushuang's persistent and clean eyes, he also realized that Zhao Fushuang seemed a little different after drinking.

There is a magnanimous light in her eyes, without the emotions of usual or flamboyant or domineering, as if one can see her soul at a glance.

Clear and thorough!

This feeling is almost the opposite of Zhao Fushuang's past behavior.

For half a day, Yi Huang said, "It's fine not to talk about these things."

"I want to hear it."

Zhao Fushuang's face, coupled with this innocent expression, looks like a beautiful child, and there are probably not many people who can refuse.

But Yi Huang could bear it, "I don't want to talk, go to sleep."

"I don't." Zhao Fushuang tugged at Yi Huang's sleeves.

How did you get started!

"Let go!"

"I don't!" Zhao Fu shook Yi Huang's sleeves with both hands, and her white hands were tightly grasped, and it was hard to tell whether her hands were tender or his white clothes were whiter.

Yi Huang lost his patience: "Zhao Fushuang!"

"Why..." Domineering yet coquettish!