At noon, because there were hares and pheasants, the lunch was particularly hearty, and Liu Xiaohe, who was full of food and drink, didn't want to move, leaning on the bamboo chair and touching his bulging belly.

Zhang Yunsheng looked at her like this, and smiled and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"If you're sleepy, go back to the house and sleep for a while."

"It's a little hot in the house, so it's better to stay in the yard."

"Then I'll move the bamboo bed out, and you sleep in the yard." Zhang Yunsheng's words were full of pampering.

"That's not good!" This is ancient, and I'm afraid it's not appropriate to sleep in the yard.

"It's okay, no one from our house came."

"That Cuicui won't be here in the morning." Liu Xiaohe pouted.

Zhang Yunsheng thought she was still angry, so he explained to her.

"Daughter-in-law, I don't have that kind of relationship with Zhang Cuicui."

"I know, don't think about it." I just said it casually, I didn't expect him to think about it that way, it seems that he cares about his wife, but he still sympathizes with Zhang Yunsheng.

If Zhang Yunsheng knew that the woman he liked was dead, I don't know what would happen?

Liu Xiaohe chuckled in her heart, as if this was none of her business, in order not to continue the topic, she smiled lightly at Zhang Yunsheng:

"Go and get the bamboo bed out."

Zhang Yunsheng saw her smile, the tension in his heart relaxed, and he turned around and went to the firewood room to move the bamboo bed and place her under the peach tree.

……

In the afternoon, Zhang Yunsheng peeked at the daughter-in-law of the peach tree who was resting in the afternoon from time to time while weaving baskets, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

He likes Xiao He, he likes it from the first sight, but he can only hide it in his heart. Later, I heard that Xiao He's mother was going to send Xiao He to another family in the form of a wife. He may have had a magic barrier at that time, so he actually came to the door directly, but Xiao He's mother said that as long as he took twenty taels, Xiao He would be his.

For Xiao He, he went into the depths of Qishan to hunt, even if it was dangerous, he had to go.

But God still had mercy on him, and finally earned enough twenty taels after a month, although he suffered a lot of injuries and shed a lot of blood, but it was all worth it.

A basket was braided, and when he saw that his daughter-in-law under the peach tree had not woken up, he got up and walked over. Seeing the fine sweat on his daughter-in-law's forehead, his peach blossom eyes lit up, and he turned back to the room and took a puff fan made of bamboo, and sat on the edge of the bamboo bed to fan the sleeping people.

Xu felt cool, Liu Xiaohe was so comfortable that the corners of his lips rose, and he really slept.

In her sleep, she heard the sound of water, the sound of the noise, opened her eyes a little dissatisfied, and was about to teach the person who made the noise a lesson, but the scene in front of her made her stupid, and her hand couldn't help pinching her thigh.

"Hey, it hurts."

That means that the scene in front of you is not a dream, but a real existence.

Am I wearing it again?

Looking down at herself and the clothes, she felt that she was not wearing them, but what the hell was in front of her?

A lotus pond with a small waterfall on the opposite side of the stone wall, and the water flows into the pool. Of course, there are lotus flowers in the lotus pond, but they have not yet bloomed, and they are all flower bones.

When she got closer, there were no fish in the pool, and it was crystal clear, so she couldn't help but hold some water in her hand to drink.

Liu Xiaohe's face was happy, but she didn't expect the pool water to be sweet in the mouth, so she couldn't help but drink a few more sips.

Turning her head to see what seemed to be something on the stone table in the pavilion not far away, she walked over to look through it.

It's a few books and a box, the book is a single rest method, a double cultivation method, and a formation book, after a brief look, she feels that in addition to the formation book, the other two are pit fathers.