Leaving Wei Qi in a daze, Qing'er trotted to his own field, in addition to a few acres of grain, the Wang family also planted an acre and a half of mung beans, a few people were busy, and when Qing'er went to see, the mung beans and grains in the field had already been cleaned up, leaving only corn stalks and uncleaned mung bean branches. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qing'er came to the old house again, only to see a big push of the grain poles stacked neatly, the bean pods were piled up in the yard of the old house, Wang Gou'er squatted on the fence wall to smoke dry tobacco, Grandma Liu was tying the recovered corn cobs into strings and hanging them to dry, Wang Liu spread the pods in the yard to expose to the sun, Jingcheng curled up his legs against the tree trunk, half-lying with his eyes closed and pretending to sleep, his left trouser leg rolled up on his knees, his calf was wrapped in a bandage, and blood stains were faintly visible on the fine white cloth.

"Brother Jingcheng, what's wrong with your leg?" Qing'er was anxious to see Jingcheng's injury, and when she passed by Wang Gou'er's side, she accidentally touched his cigarette pouch and pot, only to hear the sound of "oops", Wang Gou'er quickly picked up the cigarette pouch and pot, but fortunately it didn't burn the flesh.

"It's a big girl, it's still so hairy!" Wang Gou'er glared angrily, knocked out the ashes, refilled a pot of dry tobacco leaves and lit it, took a sip, and asked Qing'er again: "Your brother still likes Mr. Zhao, right?"

"When my brother comes back, you ask him yourself. Qing'er said as he flew to the old locust tree, and saw Zhengxiang sleeping in Jingcheng, obviously tired, his face looked pale and tired, the dappled sunlight jumped on his face through the shade of the tree, and the thick long eyelashes fanned out on both sides of the bridge of the nose, like a silhouette of a sleeping beautiful man in ink.

Reluctant to disturb him, and worried about his injury, he knelt down beside him, ready to untie the bandage and take a look.

"Qing'er, has your brother gone to the school?" asked Grandma Liu from afar.

Qing'er nodded, raised her index finger and "shh

"That scythe is not easy to use, it is light and cut, and it is heavy...... Haha......" Jingcheng opened his eyes and looked at Qing'er a little lazy.

Subconsciously covered his injuries and embarrassed himself for his "uselessness", he didn't want the little girl to look down on him, how could a manly man get something for nothing, he was not the master of eating for nothing.

Qing'er's thoughts at this time are extremely bloody, she picked up a handsome little guy, and he is an amnesiac teenager, because of the lack of memory blank "three views", he can be re-cultivated according to his own preferences, but she has a small abacus and treats him as a quasi-husband to transform him.

Looking at this childish face, Qing'er guessed that Jingcheng should only be sixteen or seventeen years old, but her age was too young, and she was not sure if he was willing to wait for her to grow up.

can't blame her for having this thought, the biggest feeling after crossing into Wang Qing'er is the embarrassing situation of Aunt Zhao in Jiafu, Aunt Zhao has been choosing to be a concubine since the day she chose to be a concubine, which means that the war with Mrs. Wang has begun.

She didn't want to judge Mrs. Wang and Aunt Zhao who was right and who was wrong, nor did she want to analyze whether Aunt Zhao was too stupid, she knew very well that Aunt Zhao's cup was just a silhouette of women in this era.

She is a woman with modern education, and she does not support men becoming bad when they are rich, but she knows very well that the economic basis determines the social status of women, and as long as there is enough money to support herself, she can survive without relying on anyone, and she can take the initiative in the marriage relationship.

She likes this seemingly elegant and calm teenager, but in fact she is domineering, so she must work hard to make a fortune and become a wealthy small landlord.

"Who told you to work in the fields? Didn't you say that you were asked to wait at home for me to come back?" Qing'er pursed her lips and snorted.

These words came from the mouth of the cute dead man's little bun, which was ridiculous, but the little girl's immature voice made Jingcheng's heart warm, where could he laugh.

On the surface, Jingcheng is not sad or happy, but very elegant and calm, in fact, the confusion about his life experience and future makes his heart extremely confused, and the indescribable loneliness follows him like a shadow, and it is because of this that he cherishes Qing'er's emotion, although the other party is just a six or seven-year-old girl.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the top of Qing'er's head, although he forgot what kind of relatives he had, but when he fell out, picking up such a little sister can be regarded as God's special favor.

"If you don't work to make money, who will feed your brother?" Jingcheng teased, seeing Qing'er's smiling face, he felt that his headache was also relieved a lot.

"Anyway, even if it's just the last pancake, I'll give you half of it. Qing'er muttered, untying the bandages on his legs.

Perhaps, the countrymen don't take this little injury seriously at all, and it is precisely because Jingcheng is the young master of the "Wang family" that Grandma Liu is extremely nervous to bandage him.

After a closer look, it was found that although the wound was not large, it was very deep, the wound had not been debrided, and the surrounding blood stains had turned black, stained with fine soil and grass stems.

The inexplicable feeling of distress drove Qing'er to lean over and gently kiss his wound.

His lips touched Jingcheng's injury, and his calf muscles twitched reflexively, and Qing'er's breathing stagnated.

It is said that saliva has the effect of disinfection, and there is an old Chinese medicine doctor in their village, when he acupuncture, he does not need to disinfect with alcohol or anything, nor does he need to burn it, so he puts the silver needle into his mouth and pouts, licks it, and gives acupuncture to the patient, and he has never seen the patient infected.

"Hey, dirty, don't touch it!" Jing Cheng held up her chin and didn't let her touch his wound with his mouth.

"There are tetanus bacilli in the soil, and you will die if you are infected!" Qing'er said exaggeratedly, holding down Jingcheng's leg like a puff, and couldn't help but take a deep breath and spit it out.

Without waiting for Jingcheng to refuse again, her mouth was pressed up again.

Jingcheng seemed to be at a loss, for Qing'er, his bones and muscles were too hard, he didn't dare to struggle, lest he accidentally hurt the little girl's soft lips.

Sakura's lips took his wound, and the tip of her tongue gently licked his wound, wet, warm, itchy, and warm emotions diffused with the blood, making the young man's heart soften into water.

"Qing'er, Jin Niu'er ate the pork of the medicine rat and was poisoned, I heard that Wei Qi cried for a day. ”

Qing'er's actions made several adults stunned, because of Jingcheng's status as the "Young Master of the Wang Family", and it was not easy to interfere arbitrarily, Wang Liu had nothing to say, and wanted to divert her attention.

"Oh, why didn't you hear him when you just sent me home. Qing'er didn't even have the heart to care about who "Jin Niu'er" was, so she responded casually, and finally sucked a mouthful of dirty blood, spit it out, and helped Jingcheng bandage the wound again.

"Weiqi's child, he really regards Qing'er as his little daughter-in-law, he has spoiled her since he was a child, you and his mother have cut off contact for more than two years, and he still protects Qing'er like this, hehehe......" Grandma Liu grinned and smiled with a missing front tooth.

"Ahh......h

"Ask your mother to go, hehehe......" Grandma Liu laughed endlessly.

Wang Liu walked out of the fence door, patted the dust on his body with his apron, and smiled at Qing'er dotingly: "You kid, you know for a while, and pretend to be confused for a while, you grew up together, why did you forget?"

――――Grassroots Theater――――

Liu Weiqi: Qing'er, why aren't you sad at all when Jin Niu'er dies? It's the mother of the black tiger!

Wang Qing'er: Oh, I'm sorry, please mourn and change......

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