Medical Brocade Concentric

  Chapter 42 She doesn't like this day at all

   Qin Lang looked at her, what can he say?

   You can't say "I'm thinking about your elopement with a wild man in your last life", right?

  I know but I can't say it, I can't even blame her for being innocent and doing nothing at the moment. How depressing and sour she feels is simply inhumane.

   Qin Lang's eyes were deep and complicated.

   "It's nothing!" He tried to calm himself down, withdrew his eyes and said lightly: "You rest here, I'll go around!"

  Su Jin actually wanted to say that he was not tired and wanted to go with him.

   But she wasn't stupid, she could see that he was in a bad mood at the moment, maybe he didn't want to be with him, so she said goodbye, put down the backpack, and found a dry place to sit down.

  Qin Lang turned around and left, stopped before he went far, turned his back to her and said, "I won't go far, if you call me, I can hear it."

"it is good!"

   Watching the man's back disappear into the dense forest, Su Jin rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache, and also a little confused and depressed.

   This kind of life is really depressing, and she doesn't like it at all.

But-

   But what to do, she doesn't know.

   After getting along for so long, she didn't dare to say that she knew 100% of this man's temperament, but in general she was not wrong.

   He is by no means a careful man, let alone a womanizer.

   Even though he rejected him that night, it didn’t mean that he hated him, otherwise, how could he live with him or even share a bed with him?

   Maybe he was angry at the time, but he was not stupid. He just thought about it for a while and realized that he just couldn't accept that step for a while, why is he still angry until now?

  Su Jin was puzzled and couldn't figure out what the crux was.

   How could she have imagined that the knot in his heart was actually in a previous life?

When    Qin Lang appeared again, his expression had calmed down.

   He told Su Jin that there were a lot of yams and some wild lilies not far in front of him, and he just collected them and went home.

  Su Jin went with him.

   She couldn't help but glance at the man. He seemed to be calm, but he seemed to be even more silent, making her even more invisible.

  Su Jin was too lazy to think about it.

   dug up yam and lily, filled the basket, and the two went home.

  The land here is fertile, the yam grows well, and the lily is also very plump, one foot is as big as a fist, and a total of about 30 large and small are harvested.

   Take it home and dry it, whether it is used for stewing soup, porridge, or stir-frying, it is a good thing.

   On the way back, Qin Lang sorted out a bundle of firewood and took it home.

   The next day, Qin Lang stopped Su Jin from entering the mountain, and let her handle her seeds and those yam lilies at home, and make needlework and other things at home. He walked faster by himself.

   Listening to what seemed reasonable on the surface, Su Jin found himself speechless.

As a result of being speechless, Su Jin had to listen to his opinion.

   So, she stayed at home and Qin Lang went out early and returned late.

   It seems that without her, Qin Lang's footsteps are really faster and the harvest is greater.

   Every day I come back, I am full of harvest.

   Five days of effort, the house was filled with a lot of yam like a hill.

  For fear that these yams would become moldy and go bad, Su Jin had to take them out to dry, cut them into small pieces, spread them in a dustpan, and put them in a bamboo basket after drying.

  In addition to yam, there are also some kudzu, wild lily, chestnut, etc.

   For two days, I even got back game, two pheasants, three wild birds with big slaps, and two hares.

   Every time, Su Jin filled half of it in a basket, hiding it from the Qin family, and didn't dare to let the villagers see it, and secretly sent it to Aunt Song's family.

   In the past few days, her relationship with Qin Lang is still "respectful to each other".

   The "respect for each other" between the two seems to have found a new balance. The awkward and uncomfortable feeling before has disappeared, but if you want to say that you are comfortable, it is not comfortable.

  Su Jin has always been optimistic. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

   Anyway, this man is not bad, just live like this for now, that's enough.

  A man has a needle at the bottom of the sea, she has no experience in this area, how can you guess?

   In the blink of an eye, we entered the twelfth lunar month, and the weather became colder day by day.

   During the daytime, except at noon, when the sun is at its highest, Su Jin can no longer do needlework outside the house, so he has to light a charcoal pot inside the house.

  Before going to bed at night, also burn the charcoal pot vigorously, cover the top with a layer of ashes burned by the charcoal fire, and then put the charcoal pot under the bed to maintain the temperature.

Covered with ash, the charcoal fire is still breathable, it will not go out, and it will not burn out very quickly. It can slowly burn all night, and when I wake up the next morning, turn over the ash, and there are still two or three thumb-sized charcoal fires that have not burned. do.

  Su Jin was entangled. He wanted to ask Qin Lang several times whether it was cold at night when he slept? If she slept well as before, she would feel uneasy watching him freeze!

   But how to say these words is very confusing, and Su Jin was unable to speak several times.

   When I got up this morning, I opened the door, and the cold air rushed in. My face and fingers quickly became cold like ice cubes. The wet place where the water splashed last night at the door also formed a thick layer of ice.

  The weather in the twelfth lunar month, not to mention dripping water into ice is almost the same.

  Su Jin shuddered and ignited the fire, the orange flame was roaring, and after baking for a while, he felt warm.

When eating breakfast, Su Jin said to Qin Lang: "I'm afraid it's freezing in the mountains at this time, it's too cold, and it's not safe. I'll do the math. Our family's existing yam, kudzu, and rice noodles are here. In the spring, there will be many wild vegetables, mushrooms, wild bamboo shoots, etc., as well as a tael of silver, which should last until April next year. Why don't you go into the mountains from today? We have eight acres of land. It's time to get out."

  The wasteland is not easy to open, although the eight acres they bought are quite good, the terrain is relatively flat, there are basically no big trees, only densely packed all kinds of weeds and bushes.

   They now have tools in their hands, and it’s the cold winter and twelfth lunar month when everything is withering, so it’s easy to clean up the weeds and shrubs on the ground.

   But those grass roots and shrub roots are dense and intertwined. To clear them all, it takes at least 20 days for two people to work on the eight acres of land.

   Qin Lang listened to her words and thought for a while, then nodded and said "um".

  Su Jin opened his mouth, but he still wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, so he shut up.

  The man is angry, so persistent, so scary.—

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   (end of this chapter)