Hot wife lives in the field

Just when Yuan Mingzhu was worried, Zhao Yuan went into the house, took a bamboo basket, put a tiger leg into the basket, covered the tiger skin on it and handed it to Yuan Mingzhu.

"If you take these things, even though the tiger skin is not good, it can be sold for a few liang of silver. Although the tiger meat is sour, it can fill the stomach. It's dangerous in the mountains. Don't think about going in. These are the gifts for you to find the wound medicine for me."

With that, Zhao Yuan turned back to the house.

"Brother Zhao." Yuan Mingzhu called out: "do you mind if I tell you a story?"

Zhao Yuan looks back at Yuan Mingzhu.

"Once upon a time, there was a farmer who saved a ceramic merchant. The merchant felt grateful for the kindness of the farmer and asked him what he wanted. The farmer asked for a sum of money. The farmer was very happy when he got the money."

"So, the farmers had a good life for a period of time, but it didn't last long. The money was soon spent, so the farmers became poor again, and finally starved to death. Before they died, the farmers sighed that if they wanted the pottery craft, it would be better. Even if they had no money, at least there would be a steady stream of money coming in, and they would never starve to death."

"Brother Zhao, I'm the farmer. Today, you pity me and give me a tiger skin. Although the tiger skin is valuable, it can only meet my temporary needs, but it can't solve my long-term difficulties. If you can protect me into the mountain, it's like giving me a skill, and I won't die of hunger in the end."

Zhao Yuan kept silent for a long time and continued to walk forward. When he was about to walk into the house, he said slowly: "I went hunting last night. I need to rest for a while. If you go into the mountain, you can come back to me in the afternoon. Those things are still for you."

Hearing this, Yuan Mingzhu was delighted.

After Zhao Yuan went to bed, Yuan Mingzhu went home and carried the tiger leg back home without taking the tiger skin.

Meiniang was surprised when she saw it. Yuanmingzhu didn't hide it. She told the story simply. Then she took the basket and went to Zhao Yuan's home.

When Zhao Yuan woke up, it was already noon, and he was thinking about getting something to eat. He smelled the smell of rice. When he felt into the pot house, he saw a busy girl at the kitchen table.

Yuan Mingzhu heard the movement behind her, turned to see Zhao Yuan, and said with a smile: "brother Zhao wakes up, wash his hands quickly, and he will eat soon."

In her previous life, Yuan Mingzhu was an orphan, and she had to solve all her meals by herself, especially her mouth. In order to satisfy her mouth, she had specially signed up for a food class, and naturally she didn't know how to cook.

Looking at the food on the table, Zhao Yuan was slightly surprised: "did you cook it?"

"I think brother Zhao didn't eat when he came back in the morning. He must be hungry when he woke up, so he didn't ask himself to take it. Don't be angry when he made these things." Yuan Mingzhu said, took a pair of chopsticks, handed to the hands of Zhao Yuan: "brother Zhao, taste, delicious?"

Zhao Yuan took the chopsticks, took a piece of meat and tried it. Then he picked up the bowl and ate it quickly without answering her question.

Yuan Mingzhu saw that he was eating happily, so he was relieved. He was not polite and sat down to eat.

Yuan Mingzhu estimated Zhao Yuan's appetite. He knew that he was a big horse, so he must have a big appetite. He made a lot of food, and finally ate all of it. Looking at him, it seems that he still has some meaning.

After eating, Zhao Yuan looked at Yuan Mingzhu, "I can accompany you into the mountain. In exchange, you will cook a meal for me every day."

"I don't mean it

As long as you can ask him to move, what's the difficulty in cooking a meal?

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