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Chapter 244 Are You Really Infected?

Although Yuan Yuan's evaluation is relatively one-sided, there is some truth to it.

After all, society and culture are different, and it is not a big deal in modern times to get pregnant out of wedlock, but in ancient times, Tang Zi's reputation for getting pregnant out of wedlock was stigmatized.

It's fine if the Shen family is willing to marry the Ming matchmaker, but if they don't, it will be even more embarrassing.

Therefore, Tang Su felt that Chunyu Yue should not be provoked at will, and it was better to terminate the contract with him as soon as possible.

Besides, if she wants to complete the task in the future, she has to go back often, and she can't sneak around to touch other people's hands every time, which is not only troublesome, but also makes people think.

So she took out Chun Yuyue's second painting, spread it out on the table, took a photo and sent it to Kang Yunyun, and left a message saying: "I don't need a deposit for this painting. I will bring it to you when I have time. You can help me first." Auction, the higher the price, the better."

When she thought that it would cost 50 yuan to terminate the relationship with the media, she was so distressed that she bled.

So much money is enough for her to buy many fields.

When Tang Rufeng was alive, he was the leading landowner in Qingxu County. His family had a hundred acres of fertile land, and he didn't know how beautiful it was.Many of them were ancestral properties, and Tang Su still wanted to buy all those fields back.

Seeing her distressed, Yuan Yuan persuaded: "Master, think about it, this painting was painted by Chunyu Yue after all, so it's reasonable to use the money earned on him, isn't it?"

"What you said makes sense." Thinking about it this way, Tang Su finally felt less distressed.

Take it from Yue, use it from Yue.

Yuan Yuan is addicted to the bubble drama again.

Tang Su wandered around the house for a long time, felt a little hot, and his scalp was itchy, so he took off his coat, only wearing a thin thin shirt, and tremblingly ran to the well to fetch water with a basin in his hand.

Shi Ma screamed when she saw it: "Miss, you wear so little on such a cold day? Go back to the house, I'll fetch water for you!"

Tang Su said: "I'll boil some water to wash my hair. I'll go back to the house right away."

When Shima Diandianer ran over, she had already brought a basin of water to the house.

The hair of the ancients was mostly very long, and it was very troublesome to wash, so most of them took a long time to wash their hair. Usually, they used sweet-scented osmanthus oil to wipe their hair, and those who were poorer used water.

Over time, hair will inevitably smell.

But Tang Su couldn't bear this kind of thing. She had to wash her hair every other day. Shi Ma and Tang Lan were already used to it. Although it's a bit troublesome to be clean, it's not a bad thing.

Hearing that she was going to wash her hair, Mama Shi hurried to the kitchen, brought a pot of water from the stove, and helped her to pour water and pass a towel.

After washing her hair, Mama Shi helped her squeeze the moisture out of her hair with a towel, and let her sit by the brazier to keep warm.

Even so, Tang Su sneezed hard twice.

Shi Ma panicked: "Sure enough, I caught a cold, how can this be good!"

"It's okay," Tang Su asked Tang Lan to carry Miao Miao to the next room to avoid infecting her.

At noon, Tang Su's head became heavier and his nose kept running. When he took his temperature, he really had a fever.

Mama Shi was anxious to go out to find a doctor. Tang Su hurriedly stopped her. He took a fever-reducing medicine and lay down on the bed to sleep all afternoon. When he woke up in the evening, the fever subsided, but he still coughed and had a runny nose. , I have no energy all over.

Shi Ma made some millet porridge, she drank half a bowl and then put it down, lazily lying on the bed.

The room was quiet, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

She looked up, stunned.

Chunyu Yue wrapped himself in a thick cloak, bringing in a cool breeze.

He stood at the door, took off his cloak, warmed his hands on the stove, and made sure that there was no cold on his body, then walked to the bedside, bent down and looked at her eyebrows and eyes: "I heard that you were ill, it was really caused by me Is it infected?"

(End of this chapter)