Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 217 The Pit Depth 059 Meters Affair in the Village (5)
Born in the modern society, Mo Jiu had never suffered much in terms of food and clothing, so he didn't quite understand this sentence. His first reaction was that Xiao Qian was indeed an iron rooster.

But when she thought about it, a single piece of silver was indeed a lot. Most farmers nowadays have never seen silver. The coins they usually circulate are copper coins, and the annual expenses of a family are only one or two taels of silver. A bar of silver is indeed a large sum of money.Man's pursuit comes from desire, and pain also comes from desire. Maybe he is right.

For Wang Sanmazi's family, this day was even busier than New Year's Eve.

The sky was getting darker, the rain was getting heavier outside, the rain was like thunder, and the river wind rushed through the woods like a beast, making a roar of "woo woo", which was very frightening.

With such heavy rain, they could not cross the river or leave the village.Mo Jiu knew that Xiao Qian was anxious about flood control, and he was also worried about those people in Xun's tomb, but such a strong wind and heavy rain dragged her...he had to stay.

Staying at the farmhouse, although the rain didn't stop, Mo Jiu felt the joy of stealing half a day's leisure.She followed Wang San's wife to drive the chickens into the pen, watched her tend the garlic sprouts in the yard, and watched her mix food and feed the pigs. She felt that everything was very novel, especially when the two cubs of the Wang family happily walked up and down, she was like a child. Wang Sirui forgot Xiao Qian to the heel.

After playing happily, she never found out where the guy went, but in the evening, the tangled problem came.

There are only three main rooms in Wang San's house.One is the main room, two bedrooms, and other side rooms, only the kitchen room and the pigsty, it is impossible to arrange for her and Xiao Qian to sleep in a room each.

Wang San's family regarded them as a couple, kindly emptied the bedrooms of the two boys, replaced them with clean bedding, and dragged the two boys into their own room. The "young couple" also specially asked not to be polite, just stay at home.

At this time, it is meaningless to be hypocritical.

It was not a big deal for the two of them to spend more than one night together before sharing the same room.At least for Mo Jiu, she was only worried about who would sleep on the bed and who would sleep on the floor.

"How do you sleep here?"

Mo Jiu looked at it, and there was only one bed. If she slept, Xiao Liulang would not have it. If Xiao Liulang slept, she would not have hers.

This made her very embarrassed, after all, she was very kind, "Xiao Liulang, why don't you sleep alone in the middle of the night?"

Xiao Qian glanced at her, opened the quilt and quilt on the bed, pulled out the straw mat underneath, spread it out on the floor at the door, sat cross-legged on it, put the sword by his side, and closed it squarely. squinted.

"Are you going to sleep like this?" Mo Jiu stared at him with wide eyes.

"Otherwise?" He opened his eyes calmly.

"Otherwise..." Mo Jiu hesitated for a moment, thinking that Xiao Liulang is a thin-natured person who has never been unruly, so he was not afraid of him, and said instead: "This bed is still spacious. I sleep in it. You sleep outside... We don't interfere with the river, we live in the same house, even if you and I say we didn't sleep together, no one will believe it. We are all children of the rivers and lakes, why bother about petty matters?"

"I'm not used to it." Xiao Qian said lightly.

"I'm not used to it, so that's fine." Mo Jiu stared at him, and changed his words, "Then you sleep inside, I sleep outside, and I'll protect you, is it all right?"

"..." Xiao Qian glanced at her, "Go to sleep."

Being rejected, Mo Jiu couldn't say anything more, and didn't care about his indifference. He just spread his hands helplessly, lay softly on the mattress, and looked around with his eyes open.

Wang San's family is indeed very poor. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a barren house. There is nothing in the bedroom. A black wardrobe has been used for generations, and the edges and corners are worn out. It is also a dowry that the bottom of the box is reluctant to take out, with a bright red color, a thin layer of cotton wool, and a brand new coarse cloth.

(End of this chapter)