In the ancient times of that life, he was so good to her.

and in this life, even if he has no memory, he is still careful and gentle.

Cui Hejin listened to the special tone in Jiang Zhiluo's voice, his steps paused slightly, and he sighed lightly: "Fool, is this good?" ”

How can this be considered good for her.

Jiang Zhiluo didn't explain much.

She thought of the Chen Huadie in the morning, and actually wanted to ask if he had ever been kind to others before.

How to say that he was in the capital before, and he was also the son of the prince, and his appearance and family background were all there, and there must have been many wild bees and butterflies like Chen Huadie coming to him.

I don't know what his reaction was.

It should be cold too, right?

Although she was curious, Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but didn't ask.

Now there is some détente between them, but it doesn't seem appropriate to ask these questions yet.

Besides, the matter in the capital was so big that he was exiled, he shouldn't want to remember it.

Jiang Zhiluo changed the topic and said: "The small pickles given by my mother are pickled in mustard gnocchi, and I like to eat them very much. ”

Jiang Zhiluo took the small pickles made by her mother, and there would be a warm feeling in her heart.

It seems that with this, the feeling of homesickness will be eased.

"Well, if you like to eat it, you can also pickle it at home when you go back."

"It's different, it tastes different."

Cui Hejin probably understood, and he said softly: "It's okay, if you have time in the future, you can often go back to see your father, if you want me to accompany you, I will accompany you back." ”

Hearing these words, Jiang Zhiluo's heart lake seemed to be shot down by stones, causing layers of ripples and waves.

Because he understands his support, she feels very comfortable and warm.

Although she is married, she doesn't think that she has nothing to do with her mother's family.

Her father and mother raised her, and her younger brothers and sisters loved and respected her, how could they say that they were married, so they didn't care about them at all.

There will be concern in the heart, this is an involuntary feeling.

……

The two of them talked like this, and soon arrived home.

When Mrs. Cui saw that they were back, her heart was steady.

"It's good to be back."

"I just made a meal, I'm hungry, let's eat."

Jiang Zhiluo washed her hands first, then went into the house and found a set of clean clothes in the cabinet, and said to Cui Hejin: "You change your clothes first, your left sleeve is soaked." ”

It was also at the beginning that Cui Hejin used the umbrella to bias the umbrella to her, so that half of his shoulders would be wet.

Choi washed her hands and changed her clothes in the house.

Jiang Zhiluo cut the ginger slices.

Old Madam Cui didn't understand, "Zhiluo, how to cut ginger slices." ”

None of the people in the village have the habit of using ginger.

It is also used by Jiang Zhiluo when she stir-fries on weekdays, and Mrs. Cui knows that ginger slices can remove the fishy smell.

Jiang Zhiluo explained softly: "Mother, drinking ginger water can ward off the cold. ”

She put the sliced ginger in the bowl, then poured the hot water into the bowl, and after a while, Cui Hejin could drink it.

"Mother, you drink too."

She also put two pieces of ginger slices in Mrs. Cui and her own bowl.

"Okay, drink it all."

If others say that ginger slices drive away the cold, Mrs. Cui may not believe it, but Zhiluo knows medical skills, so she naturally believes what she says.

When Cui Hejin came out after changing his clothes, Mrs. Cui said, "Hejin, drink ginger water quickly." ”

"It's still Zhiluo who is worried about you, so she soaked you early, saying that she drank this to ward off the cold."

Cui Hejin stared at her with lowered eyes, and there seemed to be a flowing stream spreading under her eyes, as if she was enveloped in a gentle moonlight luster, and there was a trace of gentle breath.

"Hmm."

Cui Hejin looked at Jiang Zhiluo's hand.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

When Jiang Zhiluo went to her father's place in the afternoon, in order to prevent her father and mother from worrying, she removed the cloth.

The wound is very small, and it is fine with a little medicine.

She knitted straw sandals all afternoon and didn't feel anything.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Well, that's good."

The family sat down to eat.

After drinking the ginger water, Mrs. Cui said, "Don't say it, after drinking it, I feel warm all over my body." ”

Jiang Zhiluo said: "In the future, when it's cold, you can soak some ginger water to drink." ”

After eating and cleaning up, Jiang Zhiluo took out two pairs of straw sandals and said, "Mother, this is for you." ”

"This pair is for the husband."

Old Madam Cui looked at the shoes handed over by Jiang Zhiluo and was stunned.

It looks nice and delicate, but it's woven out.

Old Madam Cui was surprised, "Zhiluo, did you buy these shoes?" ”

Jiang Zhiluo explained: "Mother, I knit it myself, and when it rains or goes up the mountain, you can wear such shoes to facilitate activities." ”

"Oh, Zhiluo, you're so skillful."

At first glance, straw sandals will be rough and unsightly.

But the straw sandals woven by Zhiluo are beautiful and exquisite.

It's hard to put down when you hold it in your hand.

Mrs. Cui couldn't wait to put it on and try it on.

She walked around the ground, her eyes full of love, "That's good! ”

"It's good if my mother likes it."

"Of course I like it, it's soft and comfortable to wear, and I don't have to worry about walking with wet shoes when I go out on a rainy day."

"And I don't feel like these shoes are slippery when I wear them."

Cui Hejin looked at Jiang Zhiluo, and a soft and delicate look floated in her cold eyes, as if she wanted to melt her into the depths of her eyes.

However, at this time, Jiang Zhiluo did not notice the change in Cui Hejin's expression.

Seeing that Mrs. Cui and Cui Hejin like such shoes, she was also very happy.

However, Mrs. Cui and Cui Hejin only have two or three sets of clothes, and they are a little white when they are washed on weekdays, and they are all coarse linen clothes.

She thought to herself that she would have to go back and buy two sets of clothes, or buy some cloth and come back and cut it herself.

After the family washed, Jiang Zhiluo took a bath with hot water, and then went back to the house to take a pen and write and draw on paper.

She first drew the practice of the cloak on paper.

If they find a palm tree and get a brown skin, they will understand how to make a coat at a glance if they have a drawing.

It's just that bamboo can't always be found.

If you can find it, you can make an umbrella.

Jiang Zhiluo drew the appearance of a palm tree on the paper.

Then write step by step below, cutting brown skin, raking brown silk, twisting thread and so on.

Write down each step in words and draw it with a picture.

It looks self-explanatory.

In fact, if you can't find a palm tree, you can also make it with straw, straw, thatch, etc.

However, such laborious clothes can only shelter a certain amount of wind and rain, and it is still easy to get wet and not cold.

The material of the coat is preferably brown, which is both defensive and cold.

While drawing, Jiang Zhiluo suddenly thought of something.

That is, her father seems to be literate.

I remember that when I drew the bellows drawing before, I wrote the production method of the bellows on it.

She wrote a lot of words, and my father recognized them.

And she has younger siblings, and they have also studied and read with their parents since they were children.

So for her to be able to write and be literate, my father and mother have no doubts at all.

In the words of my father's mother, my grandfather used to be a broken showman, my grandfather was literate, my mother was literate since she was a child, and my father's words were also learned from my mother.

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