Farmer Medical Beauty

She refused aunt Fang's kindness to let her "cousin" come to her house to sleep. Miss Gu lied without blinking an eye and pretended to be shy and said, "we have an engagement. We will get married soon."

In this era, unmarried men and women are still much more tolerant. Although it is not ethical to sleep under the same roof, rural people, Gu Caiwei, do not have other family members, and always feel that they can barely accept it.

Granny Fang's smile naturally rose, but she still took her hand and said, "since your cousin is here, you're too embarrassed to bother others. It's better to do it earlier. It's not easy for you to be a girl

Gu Caiwei

With the chicken, Gu Caiwei almost fled home. Gu Caiwei tiptoed to the house to have a look. Song duo was still sleeping and couldn't help walking lightly.

I really want to eat Jiaohua chicken, but Uncle song needs chicken soup more now. She throws the chicken tied with claws to the kitchen door and goes in to boil water. Looking at the bottom of the water tank, she also worried that she would not use the shoulder pole. Every time, she would carry water from the middle of the village in half a bucket. She used to use it well, but now she had one more person. She had to run twice in the morning.

Envy those strong women, carrying two buckets full of water, effortless. Chunhua met her and carried water for her every time, but she was also embarrassed, so she went to fetch water at dawn.

Sighing, she put on water. After boiling, she poured it into the vegetable washing basin and took out a clean bowl. She picked up song duo's dagger, picked up the chicken's neck and went down with a knife. The warm blood of the chicken gurgled out. The struggling Rooster slowly stiffened.

In fact, song duo woke up when she came back. He subconsciously held the sword beside her. When he saw through the window that she was carrying a basket, carrying a chicken and walking on her toes like a thief, he relaxed.

When he saw her killing chickens with her personal dagger, he was a little angry. When he saw her clean and clean action, he thought of her familiarity in dealing with her wounds in the afternoon. What kind of woman was she?

The setting sun shines in the Pengmen courtyard, plating a layer of golden light on her body. She plucks chicken feathers quickly, and her face looks happy - a picture of disobedience but harmony.

"Cousin, are you awake?"

Gu Caiwei cooked chicken soup, rolled noodles, and came into the room to "inspect the room". Seeing song duo sitting against the wall, his eyes half closed, he asked him with a smile.

"Does the wound hurt? Do you feel feverish? Oh, cold? " The wound is so heavy that fever is inevitable.

Song duo shook his head indifferently.

Gu Caiwei is used to seeing all kinds of patients and doesn't feel angry. She comes forward and reaches for her hand and touches his forehead.

Song duo pasted a cool hand on his forehead. After a pause, he opened her hand and yelled, "what are you doing?"

He was a little annoyed that he was so unguarded and let the fool succeed.

"See if you have a fever." Gu Caiwei looked at her little red arm and said, "you think you are song Zhongji. I want to take advantage of you! You deserve to have a fever. Forget it! "

"Who is song Zhongji?" Song duo asked hesitantly. He didn't feel sick and didn't care about the fever.

Gu Caiwei said: "my husband."

He still has a low fever. Will he have a high fever at night? In the evening, boil him a bowl of antipyretic medicine. You'd better go to Aunt Fang and ask for a bowl of Shaojiu, and wipe him in the evening.

"Who is my husband?" On the contrary, Gu Caiwei is only interested in her words.

Gu Caiwei rolled her eyes: "husband! "My husband!"

"Are you married?" Shocked, Songduo immediately asked, and then looked at her drooping hair, "then why don't you comb a woman's bun?"

"He's dead."

She was no less than parting from that era.

Gu Caiwei thought that she would never eat her pizza, watch Korean dramas or go shopping with her best friend. She was so sad that she became red eyed.

Song duo thought that she was suffering for her dead husband and didn't speak for a long time.

Now, also want to live well, I am not happy, grandfather in the sky will not be happy. Gu Caiwei said to herself silently. To do a good job in psychological construction, song duo said:

"After your husband died, you were sold?"

Gu Caiwei was stunned for a moment. She didn't know how to explain her lies, so she had to nod her head.

Song duo really misunderstood. He already had a tragic story in his heart: Gu zeweikefu was sold. He thought that there was no one in his mother's family, and he was wandering around. Now he was alone. She loved and hated her husband, so she was sad to mention him, but she refused to tie her hair for him. She is now such a crazy character, probably also over stimulated.

"The imperial court encourages living, but does not force widows to keep their chastity. You are so young that you will have a good marriage in the future." Song duo thought for a long time, then said dryly.

Gu Caiwei didn't know that this was the first time song duo comforted others. It was not easy.

"Forget it," she waved her hand indifferently. "If one person has enough to eat, the whole family is not hungry. If they get married, they will serve their parents in law, their men and their children, and there will be no end at home and abroad. Men are not promising, easy to go home to beat women; If a man is promising, he will have three wives and four concubines.... "

Speaking of this, Gu Caiwei can't help but think of the women in the village. They all live very hard. It's a damn time.

"A man has three wives and four concubines. What's wrong?" Song duo looked at her with strange eyes.

Gu Caiwei doesn't want to continue this topic. She talks about the three outlooks with people who are more than ten centuries away from the three outlooks.

"I know herbal medicine and can see a doctor. Well, although we don't know about it now, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. I can support myself with my skill." Gu Caiwei said, "Oh, I have to go to see the chicken soup. You lie down for a while, and I'll give you the following with the chicken soup in the evening."

With that, she went out like a gust of wind.

Song duo looked at her with pity.

Skim the slick oil to make the bottom of the chicken soup, boil the hand roll noodles on the tendons, lay three poached eggs on the bottom, and then a handful of green vegetables. The soup is fresh and beautiful, which makes people move their fingers.

This time, Gu Caiwei was clever. She filled him a bowl full of chicken noodle soup with the largest porcelain bowl, gave him two poached eggs, and filled a smaller bowl with a beautiful poached egg and several vegetables.

Except for the chicken breast and a chicken leg, which she left to make wonton tomorrow morning, she stewed the rest.

"The drumsticks are yours, the wings are mine. The head of the chicken is yours and the neck of the chicken is mine. You can eat whatever you want. " Gu Caiwei pointed to the chicken on the Kang Table and said, "eat more bitter gourd with cold sauce and remove the heat."

Song duo looks at Gu Caiwei, who is sitting opposite to him. She seems to feel uncomfortable all over. She is not used to sitting. She seems to have no pressure to sit in front of an adult man to eat.