Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

Qian grabbed the jade pendant with greedy light on his face: "Yo, this is a rare object. Where did you pick it up, qiu'er?"

"The jade pendant fell from the man and was picked up by me." Song qiuer hesitated for a while and continued: "but I don't know what identity this man is, so I brought him back."

"Who else could it be." Qian leaned down and pulled the man a few times, with a look of disgust: "look at the clothes he was wearing, you can see that he is not a rich man. Maybe he stole a master's jade pendant, but he was chased by the master's people all the way to get hurt and found by you."

She touched the man's muscle and nodded with satisfaction: "anyway, this jade pendant is enough for him to stay in our song family for a while. If you really want to stay, leave him here."

As soon as Qian's voice fell, the man whispered and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes twinkle like stars in the dark. Even if his face is covered with dust, it's hard to cover a pair of pearls.

All of a sudden, song qiuer's face is blushing. He turns his head and doesn't want to look at him. As a result, the man suddenly jumps up, hugs song qiuer and rubs his hair.

"What are you doing?" Song qiuer is surprised. He is stunned for a long time before he wants to push away the person in front of him. As a result, the person in front of him is really tall. Song qiuer is only tall enough to reach the man's chest, so he can't resist.

Seeing this, song Dazhuang rushes forward and tries to pull them apart. As a result, the man twists like a child. He is not willing to let song qiuer go.

"You... Who are you?" Qian Shikai song qiuer, looked up at the man and said, "what's your name?"

Men like amnesia in general, grabbed the hairy hair, eyebrows twist up: "wood, wood what, I forget."

His waist is straight and his eyes are clear. Even if he is dressed in coarse linen, he can't hide his noble spirit. Because of Qian's kindness, he can't see it: "then you can call ah mu. You can live in the firewood house for me, and cut firewood for me tomorrow."

With that, Qian pulls song bao'er into the room. Song bao'er stares at amu curiously, which makes Qian unhappy.

At the end of a farce, song Dazhuang sighs deeply and stops talking. When he enters the room, only a mu and song qiuer are left in the yard. Seeing that the silver in his hand falls into Qian's hand, song qiuer stomps his foot reluctantly and looks at a mu in bad mood.

A Mu's clear eyes stare at Song qiuer with a natural smile at the corner of his mouth. His hair is shaggy and hairy, and he is tall. He is as pitiful as a little local dog picked up. Song qiuer can't get angry when he looks at his face.

With a sigh, song qiuer reaches out to pad his feet to straighten a Mu's hair. Unexpectedly, a mu bends down and rubs his head against song qiuer's palm.

The warm temperature comes from the palm of the hand. As soon as it flows down the arm to the heart, song qiuer blushes inexplicably and rubs a Mu's hair hard. The hair is getting more and more chaotic. A mu doesn't resist, so song qiuer rubs it.

Song qiuer's depression seems to disappear with amu's waking up. She takes amu to the firewood room to settle him, changes his medicine, and takes out the herbal medicine from the small cloth pocket to carefully hide it to the innermost side of the straw stack. Then she claps her hands with satisfaction.

Looking at the bright stars in the sky, it must be a sunny day tomorrow. Amu rolls several circles on the clean straw and lies beside song qiuer, trying to hold her.

Song qiuer impolitely pushes a mu away and throws the old mattress on him. He curls up in the corner and sleeps soundly.

Early the next morning, song qiuer was awakened by the sun. When she opened her eyes, she felt a pair of hands on her waist. When she looked back, she saw an unprepared sleeping face.

Mu was awakened by song qiuer's action, slowly opened his eyes, a face ignorant appearance.

Song qiuer doesn't get up. He doesn't even pay attention to amu, but he sees the mattress on his body. Amu's back is cold. He suddenly understands something. He lowers his head and mumbles a fool and goes out of the door.

There is a pile of stumps at the door of the firewood house. Beside them are two saws and a dustpan. Amu goes up and picks up the saw. He doesn't seem to understand its purpose. Song qiuer sighs. Fortunately, he has read some fur in books in his previous life, otherwise he will be miserable.

After a long time, a mu was sent to church. A mu squatted on a small bench to cut firewood. He was strong, but soon he cut a pile of firewood. Song qiuer also picked up a dustpan and spread out the herbs in the room to air. For fear of being discovered by Qian, he climbed up the roof of the house.

After getting everything ready, song qiuer breathes a sigh of relief, and amu also cuts a pile of dry firewood that Qian gave him and puts it neatly aside, staring at Song qiuer.

The two look at each other. Song qiuer hangs the quilt on the line in the yard and pats the dust. Then he goes forward to ask amu to pick up some firewood stacks and take them to the stove. However, he hears a lot of noise in the yard. Song Baoer's sharp voice is not abrupt.