After hugging each other and falling asleep last night, it is not so awkward for the two to sleep now, and Zhao Jijiao is even more relaxed. After getting along for the past two days, she has initially learned that Li Ruchang is different from the men here, she is not a straight man with machismo, and she is very good at taking care of people, just look at her. Obviously, she is the daughter-in-law he bought with money, and she buys clothes and hands over money, but she doesn't know if she looks at other people's Zhao Jiaojiao, but she has the memory of the original owner, and in her memory, the original owner's mother is a cow and a horse in her husband's house.

There is a mother-in-law to press, there are children to bring, work in the field to do, things to do at home, and a good husband to serve. Obviously, she is the most tired in the family, but she can't complain at all, otherwise it will be her mother-in-law's scolding and her husband's beating.

In modern times, there are not a few husbands who beat their wives, especially in the mountains and rural areas where the level of education is not high, and the beaten wives have no one to help, and almost everyone is persuading the beaten wives to swallow their anger and endure the beatings again and again for the sake of the family.

Domestic violence, whether old or new, domestic or foreign, has always been an uninterrupted topic. There are always relevant laws issued by the country, but they are repeatedly banned, and many criminals are also because of domestic violence in the family when they were young children, which affects the physical and mental health of children and embarks on the road of crime.

Zhao Jijiao was lying in the bed, and Li had not yet entered the house as usual.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, and the bright stars were eclipsed. Zhao Jijiao opened her eyes and looked at the roof, her thoughts drifting away. Therefore, when Li came in after taking a shower and washing his clothes as usual, he saw Zhao Jijiao in a daze. Suddenly, there was a feeling that the person in front of me was about to disappear.

"What are you thinking?"

Li turned two steps into one step as usual, quickly walked to the side of the bed, and lay down next to Zhao Jijiao, in order to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

"I'm thinking about our future."

Zhao Jijiao is really thinking about this, according to the current property of the two, it can only ensure the food and clothing of the two, and hunting is not a long-term thing, now Li Ruchang is still young, and he can still hunt prey, and hunting cannot always be smooth, there is always danger. However, in the days of buying land and farming, which rely on the sky for food, even the problem of food and clothing cannot be solved.

As soon as Zhao Jijiao thought of this, she felt that letting her come to ancient times was really torturing her! She is not the heroine of the novel, she is neither a chef, nor does she know anything, she has no business brains, she is just a full-time author, and because of unreasonable code words, she ended her short life. The only thing she knows is how to embroider from her grandmother, and then she writes novels to earn manuscript fees...... Wait, writing a novel? It's like it's a way to make money.

"Later? How old are you, this should be what we men think, you just grow up and give me two babies. ”

Li Ruchang stretched out his hand to encircle Zhao Jijiao and let her sleep on his arm, and the sound of a strong heartbeat reached Zhao Jiji's ears. In an instant, Zhao Jijiao's face turned red.

Don't look at Zhao Jijiao's body is only thirteen years old, but her heart is a twenty-eight-year-old leftover girl! Before she died, she didn't even touch the hand of the opposite sex, and when she crossed here, she not only gave a father-in-law, but also shared the same bed every night.

"Sleep, just fatten yourself up for now, and I'll do the rest."

Li Ruchang wrapped his hand around Zhao Jijiao's waist, and his voice was extraordinarily soft, knocking into Zhao Jiji's heart, like a stone thrown into the calm water, startling one water pattern after another.

Zhao Jijiao didn't know how she fell asleep, anyway, when she woke up, it was already dawn, and Li Ruchang was no longer around.

And Li Ruchang has already come back from cutting bamboo, and is segmenting, and the location of the chicken coop is at the back of the kitchen, and a place is circled around the wall of the kitchen to facilitate the movement of chickens. The wings of the pheasant are powerful, and although they do not fly high, they can still fly a little with force, so they have to cut off half of the feathers of the pheasant's wings.

"Auntie woke up, breakfast is hot on the stove for you, wash your face and go eat."

Li heard the sound of the door opening and closing, looked up at Zhao Jijiao, and continued his work.

"Okay."

Zhao Jijiao had the feeling of an old husband and wife, looking at Li Ruchang who was sitting in the yard and busy. Li is always very tall, at least 1.9 meters, his back is spacious and soft, his hands are big and powerful, she thinks, if she shaves his beard, he must be a man, or a warm man.

Zhao Jijiao sat out of the kitchen with breakfast and ate, and did not forget to appreciate Li Ruchang's beauty while eating. After Zhao Jijiao finished eating and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Li had already cut the bamboo as usual and went to the kitchen to make a chicken coop fence. After Zhao Jijiao poured a piece of water on the vegetable field, she took out the embroidery cloth and continued to embroider the four gentlemen.

At the foot of the mountain, the man was busy behind the house, and the woman was sitting in the courtyard with a needle embroidering something. It's a picture of a country house, but unfortunately no one can enjoy this beautiful scenery.

"You embroider so beautifully."

Li was very fast as usual, and he had already made the chicken coop before he arrived for about half an hour, and by the way, he cut the wings of the wild hen in the kitchen and threw the feathers into it, and the wild hen was still struggling to fly out, but unfortunately the wings had been cut off, and he couldn't fly to the height of the fence at all, and he could only see the freedom outside the fence through the cracks in the fence.

Zhao Jijiao is just finishing, this is the first one, she embroidered orchids, and there are small characters next to it: the cliff is weeping Lan Wanjian, and the mountain roots are more graceful. The characters are traditional characters, and they were written on paper by Li as usual last night. There is also Mei written together: Plum Blossom Village at the foot of Luofu Mountain, Yuxue is the bone and ice is the soul. Bamboo: Human nature straight muscles are born thin, and they are more rigid than they are. Chrysanthemum: Not afraid of wind and frost to bully the evening, open the flowers alone when they wither.

These ancient characters are all traditional characters, forming a sentence, a word, Zhao Jijiao can still guess the approximate meaning, but you can take out a word alone, Zhao Jijiao will not know it.

"Okay, the embroidery is finished, does it look good?"

Zhao Jijiao received the last stitch, cut the needle and thread, and held the finished product in front of Li Ruchang, so that Li Ruchang carefully watched the embroidery.

It is not only embroidered with orchids, but also embroidered a corner of the cliff, on which there are two birds, and the orchids in the green leaves, as if they are naughty elves, playing with people. Coupled with small words, it seems that the cliff between the mountains is in front of you, and the orchid grows in the cliff, and a poet looks at the orchid and blurts out the poem praising it.

"Big ...... Big girl, is it really you? ”