Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 78 Night Under the Gauze Tent

Chen Xiu'e was sneaky and cunning, so all the chores at home naturally fell on her younger sister Chen Xiujuan.

The thin little girl, as thin as a piece of paper, knew the hardship of living under someone else's roof. She always put on a timid and fawning smile, silently bearing everything, wishing she could keep working all day long.

He Miao felt sorry for her. She was so young, and she must be too tired to work all day with her malnourished body. So he took extra care of her and took the initiative to help her share the burden.

After Liu went back to her room to rest, the remaining three like-minded girls cleaned up the stove and kitchen in silence.

After finishing the work, Feng Xiaoxi didn't want his family to worry, so he forced a smile and said, "Sister-in-law, Sister Xiujuan, I'm going back to my room first." After that, he walked out lazily.

He Miao looked at her with a little worry, and shook his head helplessly, thinking that he had to find a chance to help his sister-in-law and Song Qingzhou sort out their relationship. Then he looked at Chen Xiujuan who was still bending over and trying to wipe the bottom of the pot.

"Juan'er, we're almost done with this job. The bottom of the pot is so shiny that it can even be used as a mirror. You should take a break early. You've been tired all day."

"Sister Miao, don't worry about me. The millet drying in the yard needs to be turned over at night and covered with felt cloth to prevent it from getting wet by the dew tomorrow morning. Go back to sleep quickly, otherwise I will be worried."

Having said that, Chen Xiujuan put down the pot, and regardless of He Miao's attempt to stop her, she ran to the yard with her wet hands to turn over the millet drying on the ground.

The autumn night was neither cold nor hot. The moon hung in the dark sky like a sickle. The cold moonlight was projected into the courtyard and onto the back of the working girl, forming a complete arc of light.

Seeing that he could not persuade the quick-footed girl, He Miao went to fetch some water, washed his face, and boiled the medicine that Yuanlang would drink today. He held the bowl in one hand and used a wet rag to pad the handle of the medicine pot in the other hand, and carried it back to the room.

At night, the dim oil lamp was still flickering in the west room.

He Miao entered the room and saw Feng Yuanlang holding a small sketchbook, reading it with great interest under the oil lamp.

Reading in such dim light for a long time may hurt your eyes.

She casually placed the medicine on the table, picked up the small iron scissors from the sewing basket, and gently trimmed the candle wick. The tiny light was dim for a few moments, and then became much brighter.

"Thank you, my wife. You are so kind to Yuen Long."

Yuanlang looked up and smiled sweetly at her, but this smile seemed to carry some shyness that she had never seen before. He Miao was a little surprised and looked up at the booklet in Feng Yuanlang's hand for a while.

"Is this the book I gave you as a reward for massaging my shoulders the day before yesterday? What's it about?"

Feng Yuanlang's eyes flashed with panic, and he immediately closed the book and put it in his arms, muttering, "It's about stories in the school, Yuanlang can't understand it."

This doesn't seem like a lie. In some comic books, the stories are set in modern schools, which Feng Yuanlang certainly couldn't understand.

"Okay, I'm sleepy, remember to take your medicine."

He Miao was indeed tired today, so he sat on the edge of the kang and took off his shoes and socks without much care.

Summer has just passed, but the long-legged mosquitoes of autumn are still very rampant and must be guarded against, so the two mosquito-proof curtains on the kang have not been removed yet.

This gauze curtain was carefully sewn by mother-in-law Liu for her youngest son and daughter-in-law in the spring. Because of it at night and her skill in applying mosquito repellent herbs, He Miao hardly got any mosquito bites throughout the summer.

After taking the medicine, Feng Yuanlang ate a piece of hawthorn candy to relieve the bitterness, chewed the candy in his mouth, and took out the book to continue reading. "Hey, great scholar, stop reading, come and take the medicine, rinse your mouth after drinking it, and go to sleep." He Miao urged Yuanlang jokingly and went into the gauze tent.

Inside the gauze tent was a red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, which had been prepared in advance by Yuan Long. The young couple each had their own quilt. The quilt cover had been removed and washed a few days ago, and the cotton was carefully fluffed by an old man in the village, in order to prepare for the fall and winter.

The quilt that had just been exposed to the sun was fluffy and soft, and it smelled of sunshine and soapberry powder.

The Feng family was thrifty and did not spend lavishly on bedding and luggage. Each room had only two beds, except for the west room of He Miao and Yuan Long, which had three beds. This was because Mrs. Liu made an exception and arranged more beds because she loved her youngest daughter-in-law.

Although there were not many beddings, fortunately they were changed and washed frequently, so although they were old, they were still quite comfortable to cover themselves with.

He Miao quickly got into the warm bed, greedily sniffing the smell of the quilt, or rather the smell of "dead dust mites". She thought to herself that sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing, and even the right to be silly and happy is deprived.

Curled up in the fragrant quilt, the mental and physical fatigue of the whole day disappeared, and the young wife of the Feng family instantly turned back into a quiet and gentle girl.

She closed her eyes and said to herself: As expected, no matter in an ancient small farmhouse or a modern small apartment, the most healing thing is to hide in my little bed without any worries on a quiet night and sleep comfortably!

Suddenly, the gauze curtain was gently lifted.

A dark shadow covered He Miao's head, interrupting her happy thoughts and causing her to suddenly open her eyes.

In front of him was a boy's face with clear outlines, full of childishness, but without concealing his handsomeness. His pair of clear eyes had no aggression, but were full of tenderness and love, and his gaze was pure and untainted by dust.

The moment their eyes met, He Miao was stunned.

Such a handsome man, at such a close distance, made her limbs numb and her whole body stiff. Even her mouth, which was usually the most talkative, could not open.

The heart-beating girl silently grasped the quilt with both hands, her whole body was framed by the person covering her, unable to move.

The boy's slightly red lips outlined a perfectly upturned lip shape, and his mouth exuded a faint herbal bitter fragrance, mixed with the sour and sweet fruity aroma of hawthorn candy, which made people feel even more excited.

Such perfect lips suddenly moved slowly downwards, getting closer and closer, almost reaching the tip of He Miao's nose. The look on her lips was charming, and her eyebrows moved slightly.

He Miao felt uneasy because of his behavior, and his face gradually turned red.

Her heart was pounding.

Having been married to the Feng family for so long and having lived with Yuan Lang for so long, she had been moved by the handsome, caring and silly husband before, but this time, the atmosphere was completely different. He Miao clearly felt that it was more than just a heartbeat.

It seems that something called "love" is growing in my heart. A feeling I have never experienced before is being hatched... and is about to break out of its shell.

At that moment, the boy's power of persuasion was so strong that He Miao felt as if in a dream. She doubted whether the so-called silly husband in front of her was really silly or just pretending to be silly.

The boy closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering and slowly falling down along with his face.

The girl under him was feeling uneasy at the moment, and couldn't help fantasizing. Could it be that the fool had revealed his true feelings and wanted to perform the ritual of incest with her?
He Miao was nervous!
She turned her head subconsciously, and the thin silver hairpin on her hair, which she had just forgotten to take off, was shaking and making a jingling sound.

"Oops, Feng Yuanlang, you entered the wrong tent!"