Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

Looking at the little woman sitting on the bed board with her slender legs rolled up, Ji Shumo's eyes reflect the girl's beautiful smile. Originally, she thought that she would only count the money one or two times. Who knows that she counted it several times in a row?

I have never seen such a person who loves money, such a free and easy girl. It's the first time for him to see it.

The stars under the sword eyebrows are full of smiles. Life is more interesting.

While feeling the sight full of exploration and ridicule on himself, Du Cao could not help but roll his eyes in his heart.

"It's up to you. I like it." In this short six words, then Luo Du Cao continued to count the silver in his hand, and his satisfied appearance made Ji Shumo laugh again.

I saw that ducao was very serious in counting money. After a while, ducao was satisfied to hold the money in her little hand.

"Well, I don't think you should count any more. Do you have the money in your arms when you sleep at night?" Looking at the appearance of ducao still don't want to let go, Ji Shumo said with a smile, really a little money fan.

"You look down on me? I said during the day today that a gentleman loves money, and he has a way to get it! Do you not love money? " Du Cao blinked, glanced at Ji Lyric ink standing in front of the bed, and began to speak.

The red and shiny lips are not stained with powder, but they are very attractive.

The young man slightly pursed his thin lips and looked at the duckweed that had not grown up yet, but already had the posture of love. His heart was a little throbbing.

At the moment, Du Cao's mind is on the white money in front of him, and he doesn't notice Ji Lyric's mind.

I saw the silver coins, several copper plates and the whole silver piled together to form a large number.

In her black eyes, reflecting the small coffers she had saved in front of her, ducao was very sweet. Sure enough, there would be harvest in her labor, and the early bird would have worms to eat. It seems that she is going to speed up the pace of collecting herbs in the mountains, which is a way to get money quickly!

Gradually, the sun's rays on the side of the small basket used to hold herbs, duckweed on the bed can't help stretching.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it's late. It's noon. It's time to make lunch. Although they are having a bad time with sun Guixiang, after all, life still has to go on. She can't take her grandmother with her in a short time.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves. If a man can bend and stretch, why worry that he won't make a big deal in the future?

Thinking about this, the grass took a deep breath. Now is not the time to tear his face.

"Why?" Ji Shumo just woke up, saw in front of the girl who had been sleeping on the bed, already stretched out a small foot on the cloth shoes under the bed.

He can't help but ask, after all, Du Cao is a bit leisurely these two days, and he went out to play twice, but Ji didn't think much about it.

"To cook, of course, or what would you eat?" Du Cao said lightly, and after putting on his shoes, he turned around and glanced at Ji Lyric.

As if looking at a fool's eyes, I took a look at this young man who seemed like heaven and man. If she didn't go to cook, would it be difficult for her to play with him in the house?

Then, ignoring the boy, he went straight to some simple dressing table, picked up a rag on the side table and wiped the dirty bronze mirror on the dressing table.

It seems that she went out to play when she was seven or eight years old. She didn't know where to pick it up. She didn't throw it when she could make do with it.

I didn't expect to use it for several years. Alas, it's fate.

Dong, Dong, Dong!

When Du Cao was looking at his face reflected in the bronze mirror, he heard a sudden knock on the door.

I can't help but feel tight in my heart. Before it's time, sun Guixiang and the two of them won't come to urge me to cook, will they?

Slender willow eyebrows slightly wrinkled, looked at the same vigilant young man standing behind, Ji Lyric ink is still in his own house, if sun Guixiang two people see Ji Lyric ink, that thing is in trouble.

"It should be sun Guixiang and his wife who came to see me. Hide first, or you will be sold to the swineherd by that vicious woman. Hurry up!" The knock at the door didn't make Du Cao hesitate. Du Cao pulled up the boy's wrist and then pushed him into the closet.

The things in her cottage are very simple. There is no place to hide except the wardrobe.

Ji Shumo, listening to the girl's words behind him, can't help but frown. The little girl has no way to stop her. How did she know the word "xiaowaier" when she was just ten years old? You don't even see it, but you know it?Does this mean that we have never eaten pork but have seen pigs run? But see Du grass so anxious, Ji Lyric ink heart also understand is not a joke.

"Good." In a low voice, Ji Shu Mo stooped to hide in the wardrobe.

Then Du Cao's eyes were full of worry, as if she was not at ease. Seeing this, Ji Shumo turned his head, shrugged his shoulders, and looked at the girl who didn't believe in himself with a smile, indicating that she could be at ease.

Looking at the smile on the young handsome face, Du Cao clenched his teeth and closed the wardrobe directly.

However, with the girl's action, the last ray of light in the wardrobe disappears. Ji Shumo shrinks in the narrow wardrobe, and his eyebrows jump fiercely. He is so big that he has never been in such a narrow place. Does it feel like men and women are caught?

Through the gap of the wardrobe, Ji Lyric ink can vaguely see the thin shadow of the girl running to open the door.

"It's coming, it's coming!" In a twinkling of an eye, Du Cao had trotted all the way to the door of the dilapidated courtyard. He opened the rickety wooden door, but he was stunned when he opened it.

I saw that the door was not the desperate sun Guixiang, but the grandmother who loved her most?

Seeing the door opened in front of him, Du Zhang looked at the girl in front of him with a loving and kind face.

"Grass, grandma has already cooked a meal. Let's go to the house and have some while it's hot." Du Zhang looked at the incredible grass in front of him. He gently laughed, stretched out his hand full of barbs and rough, pulled on his tender hand and walked forward.

Knowing that she was making a fuss, she felt the warm temperature in her grandmother's palm at the moment. It turned out that Grandma could walk normally and had prepared a meal for herself.

In the heart know Du Zhang's this is distressed, she usually take the housework down, but presumably sun Guixiang there is not good, right? Grandma used to be the mainstay of the family when she was not ill. How can she have sun Guixiang's share?

The natural daughter-in-law is afraid of her mother-in-law, which makes sense. After Du Zhang's words, she will take Du Cao to her room.

It's cold. It's easy to have a cold meal. It's time to have a bad stomach.

Looking at Du Zhang's some worry, afraid of food cold, Du Cao also know it's time to have lunch.