Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Chapter 94 Love Letters
"However, no one expected that Miss Zhao could really learn Dr. Liu's medical skills. Just a few days ago, she saved a half-dead little girl. She is really capable."

This passing villager did know a lot, and he chatted with Li Xiucai until noon before leaving.

After Li Xiucai learned that Zhao Zhizhi would go to Doctor Liu's home for a consultation, he had other thoughts in mind.

When Zhao Zhizhi was still a fat man, his family was the richest. No one in the village could match him in terms of food or money. This was why he chose to marry into the Zhao family in the first place.

Later, he couldn't bear her ugliness, so he eloped with others.

Now, although he has a handle on the village chief's daughter, compared with Zhao Zhizhi, He Xiuer cannot compare to Zhao Zhizhi in terms of appearance, figure or family background.

Of course, he couldn't break up with He Xiu'er now. If he couldn't chase Zhao Zhizhi back, He Xiu'er could become a fallback option.

Thinking of this, Li Xiucai hurried back to his room, picked up his water bag, and when he was about to go out, he turned back, poured out half of the water in the water bag, and then went out.

The door of Doctor Liu's house was wide open, and Zhao Zhizhi was sitting at the door of the hall, writing prescriptions out of boredom.

There were not many patients today, and they were all seen in the morning.

Li Xiucai walked to the door, stood still, raised his hands to straighten his hair, and straightened his clothes before walking in.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Zhizhi asked without raising his head: "Tell me what symptoms you have."

I don't know why, but now my voice feels as sweet as the cry of an oriole.

Li Xiucai stared at Zhao Zhizhi with burning eyes and said warmly: "Zhizhi, it's me."

Zhao Zhizhi frowned, raised his head and saw Li Xiucai, who was smiling like shit.

She curled her lips, lowered her head again, and asked casually: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Li Xiucai took it for granted that she was caring about him, so he was so excited that he sat directly on the bench and went to grab Zhao Zhizhi's hand.

Zhao Zhizhi was caught off guard by him, and Li Xiucai said self-righteously: "Zhizhi, I knew you had me in your heart. I'm so happy."

Zhao Zhizhi's other hand had been clenched into a fist. He wanted to hold it in for a while, but after hearing these remarks, he couldn't hold it in any case.

She directly grabbed Li Xiucai's wrist with her free hand and twisted it hard.

Li Xiucai's face immediately turned red, and then he screamed like a slaughtering pig.

Zhao Zhizhi's hand was also free, but now she looked at the hand that Li Xiucai had grasped. She didn't like it and wanted to chop it off.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and managed to suppress his irritable mood.

But she couldn't stay here any longer, so she simply got up and threw Li Xiucai, who was holding his wrist and groaning, out. Then she locked the door and left through the back door.

Before leaving, she kindly reminded her: "Stop howling, your hands are fine."

The next day, there was a letter at the door.

The Zhao family's father and brother discovered it first. Since they didn't know who sent it, they opened it curiously and took a look.

Seeing that the signature was Li Xiucai, Zhao Yimu immediately wanted to tear up the letter.

"This bitch dares to write a letter to Zhizhi. He really has the heart and courage of a leopard."

Father Zhao stopped him and said calmly: "It's better to give the letter to your sister for disposal."

Although Zhao Yimu didn't understand, he still took the letter into the main room angrily, put it on the table, and pressed it down with a heavy object.

Zhao Zhizhi went to find water as soon as she woke up. She also drank a lot of water last night, but she digested it too quickly.There was no water in the teapot. Zhao Zhizhi picked it up and weighed it. She yawned and walked to the main room. She remembered that there was still cold water on the table in the main room from last night.

After a few mouthfuls of cold water, all the sleepyheads disappeared.

Zhao Zhizhi saw the letter on the table and picked it up and opened it doubtfully.

Four lines of small seal characters came into view.

"Yiyi branches are as thin as willow silk and as thin as smoke. You deserve to marry a beautiful woman. I fell in love at first sight just for you."

Looking at the signature at the end, Zhao Zhizhi's face suddenly darkened.

She suppressed her nausea, lit the candle with a fire stick, held the letter and burned it.

After it was burned to ashes, she curled her lips in disgust and said to herself: "Isn't this guy mentally ill and sent it to the wrong person?"

Zhao Zhizhi suddenly shook his head with regret, "If I had known earlier, I would have given it to He Xiu'er and locked them both up so they wouldn't come out to harm other people again."

After Li Xiucai delivered the letter, he stayed in the room and was restless, his mind filled with Zhao Zhizhi's beautiful face.

He was still dreaming about how happy Zhao Zhizhi would be after receiving the letter.

He even thought that Zhao Zhizhi would immediately run out to look for him and express his feelings to him excitedly.

As if he had hallucinated, he pretended to be polite and said to the empty room: "Zhizhi, I always have you in my heart. The reason why I live in He Xiuer's house is just to make you angry and make you pay attention to me." .”

After saying that, he paused for a while, the smile on his face suddenly widened, and his voice trembled: "You said you still admire me?"

His imagination was extremely beautiful, but it was a pity that until late at night, let alone anyone, there was no reply.

"How could this happen? It's impossible for her to have no feelings for me at all." Li Xiucai frowned and sat on the bench, still unwilling to believe the result.

After a long time, he came to a conclusion, "She must be unable to let go of the girl's reserve, or she still has resentment towards me in her heart. If I continue to persist, I can let her see my sincerity."

He clapped his hands and said firmly: "That must be the case. If I continue to write love poems, I don't believe I can't impress her."

After saying that, he spread out his pen and ink again and racked his brains to write a new round of love poems.

After Zhao Zhizhi received the letter again, he threw it into the fire and burned it without even opening it.

She thought she would stop receiving letters after two or three attempts.

Unexpectedly, four or five days later, love poems still appeared at her door as always.

Zhao Zhizhi felt that continuing like this was not an option. After all, if one day the love poems were seen by other villagers, she would be tied to Li Xiucai again.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but shuddered. No, that was too disgusting and she couldn't bear it.

While Zhao Zhizhi was sitting on the bench holding a love poem and thinking hard, Wei Shao came over at some point and took the letter away from her hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Zhizhi stood up and wanted to snatch the letter back.

However, Wei Shao was too tall. He easily dodged, but Zhao Zhizhi had nothing to do.

Wei Shao read the poem again, displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously said sarcastically, "Who wrote this love poem for you? You dare to show it with such a little ink, and you are not afraid of making people laugh."

(End of this chapter)