Rebirth Brother is Not Easy To Mess with [Farming]

"You're not stupid, you're stupid! Did I say the idiot? Just believe whatever Jiang Yi said. Are you ill!"

Qin Mian trembled with anger, grabbing the soft pillow beside his hand and threw it at him, "I still want to break with Lao Tzu, have you asked Lao Tzu? Did Lao Tzu agree?"

Shen Wenqing avoided flexibly, frowning and looking at him, "You are right. You are wronged in this small county town. You should go back to where you should go as soon as possible..."

The mouth was blocked before he finished speaking.

Shen Wenqing's eyes widened and looked at him incredulously.

"What do you look at! It's not the first time to kiss!" Qin Mian let go of him and gave him a glaring look.

He walked to the door and bolted the door tightly, and then returned. Before Shen Wenqing could react, he pushed the person directly onto the bed and pressed it up.

"Mianmian..." Shen Wenqing wanted to speak, and was immediately gagged again.

It was completely different from Qin Mian's stiff temper. The lips that came up were soft and moist, and Shen Wenqing quickly turned away from the guest, pressing people back against him.

Suddenly lost.

Shen Wenqing felt a hand moving around his waist and untied his belt. He was shocked and hurriedly reached out and grabbed the pale hand.

"Mianmian, you are still ill."

After the intimacy just now, Shen Wenqing can no longer pretend to be indifferent to this person as before.

He was not sure, if he was going further, he could not bear it.

"What are you afraid of, you can't die!"

Qin Mian curled the corners of his lips and leaned into his ear, "Wen Qing, I, want, want, you."

Shen Wenqing has never felt that he is a gentleman. People who have liked for many years say such things in his arms. If he can bear it, it is something wrong.

Can think of the body of the person under him, and dare not mess around.

Qin Mian saw his hesitation, and said sarcastically, "Shen Wenqing, are you okay?"

Is there any man willing to admit that he can't?

Shen Wenqing is also unavoidable.

There is no endurance, no need to endure.

After everything calmed down.

Qin Mian nestled in Shen Wenqing's arms, drawn his face between his index fingers, smiled and asked, "Is it really unnecessary?"

Shen Wenqing glanced at him, pulled the quilt to cover his body, "Hey, don't make trouble, you can't stand it anymore."

"Coward." Qin Mian snorted.

Not long after the words came out, he fell asleep.

Shen Wenqing couldn't help laughing as she heard the even breathing sound in her ear, and felt a little unreal.

After an unknown period of time, he finally dared to believe that the man in front of him belonged to him, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Originally thinking of getting up and washing his body, Qin Mian grunted dissatisfiedly and grabbed his hand, "Don't go, I'm uncomfortable."

Shen Wenqing had never seen him look like a little bird, couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, softly coaxed: "Hey, if I don't leave, I will go out and bring a basin of water in."

Qin Mian slept lightly. He woke up in two sentences, and put his arms around Shen Wenqing not to let go. "The two guys need to be cleaned up. I'm not a guy."

You know so much.

Shen Wenqing smoked the corners of her mouth without mentioning cleaning up, and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll go out and get you something to eat."

Qin Mian originally wanted to say that he was not hungry, but before he could speak, his stomach gurgled.

"Broken stomach, not obedient at all!"

Qin Mian rubbed his stomach and cursed, and finally he was willing to let Shen Wenqing go, "Okay, go out, you are not allowed to go. If you dare to eat and leave, I will take my brothers to Renxintang in front of you. The patient's face chopped off your stuff!"

Although Shen Wenqing didn't plan to be a scumbag who ran away when he was full, he still felt chilly somewhere.

After a while, he returned to normal, and helplessly kissed the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, don't leave."

After speaking, he got up, put on his clothes and went out.

The Qingquan courtyard was empty and there were no people. When Shen Wenqing walked out of the courtyard, he saw Jiang Yi standing outside the courtyard with his back leaning on the wall.

Seeing him coming out, a pair of deep eyes shot over, as if to cut a hole in him.

Shen Wenqing was in a complicated mood for a while, and she didn't know what to say.

But Jiang Yi didn't plan to talk to him either, stared at him for a while and walked away.

Shen Wenqing frowned, ignored him and went straight to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the cook was using a knife to gesture with the sweet potatoes that Shen Wenqing had brought. She didn't know how to start. Seeing him coming, she immediately showed white teeth and smiled meaningfully: "Doctor Shen, how does this sweet potato taste?"

Based on what Shen Wenqing knew about her, she always felt that what she wanted to ask was how the cotton tasted.

He helped his forehead, pretending that he didn't understand the meaning, and said with a smile: "It tastes good, there are many ways to do it..."

Shen Wenqing told him about several sweet potato practices that Zhao Chen had told him, and then said, "Aunt Qin, peel and cut them into slices and cook them with sugar. Mianmian likes to eat sweet ones."

"Okay!" The chef said readily.

But she didn't start doing it right away. Instead, she first scooped out the previously boiled water, then called a strong man over and said: "Bring the water to the son's room."

Then he said to Shen Wenqing: "Doctor Shen, go and take care of the son. When the sweet potato is ready, the old slave will go there. If you are new to personnel, you should accompany you more, otherwise it will be easy to feel uncomfortable."

After all, Shen Wenqing was young, blushing rarely, did not dare to stay in the kitchen anymore, and hurriedly said, "Then I will go back and take care of Mianmian."

"That's right, pay attention, the son is not in full body yet!"

The chef's voice still came from behind, and Shen Wenqing hurriedly responded and went back to find Qin Mian.

After finally persuading Qin Mian to be willing to clean him, he was hooked and almost came to a mandarin duck bath. Fortunately, he remembered that Qin Mian was not in good health, and Qin Mian was also powerless.

After cleaning Qin Mian, as soon as Qin Mian was lying on the bed, Aunt Qin came with sweet potato soup.

Qin Mian leaned on the bed, raised his chin to Shen Wenqing like an uncle, "Feed me."

Shen Wenqing fell in love with his proud and honest appearance, and obediently took the bowl that Qin handed over, smashed a piece of sweet potato, scooped up a small piece and fed him.

Aunt Qin retired wittily.

Qin Mian took a light bite. The sweet and soft texture made him feel very good. He lifted his chin to let Shen Wenqing continue to feed.

After a bowl of sweet potato syrup went down, Qin Mian finally had some strength.

After Shen Wenqing put the bowl in place, he pillowed it on the opponent's lap, looked up at his soft-lined chin, and smiled: "This stuff called sweet potatoes is quite delicious, where did it come from?"

"It was given by a new friend." Shen Wenqing has always kept the secret from him. "The century-old ginseng I sent you last time was brought out by him. When do you have time, I will introduce you to him. He cooks very well. It's delicious, I'll take you to eat it some other day."

"Is it so good? When you mention it, he will laugh so hard that you can't see it." Qin Mian tasted, raised his hand and pinched his waist.

"Hiss!" Shen Wenqing gasped in pain.

I grabbed his hand to keep him from moving, "Don't think too much, he is a man."

"It's not that there are no two men in this world." Qin Mian rolled his eyes.

"..."

Shen Wenqing turned over and lay down, put him in his arms, gritted his teeth and said: "No nonsense, sleep!"

"Okay." Qin Mian was indeed tired, put his arms around him and closed his eyes, "I'm asleep, don't go."

"Well, don't go, go to sleep."

…

On the other side, Zhao Chen went directly to the embroidery workshop after leaving Renxintang.

It was Guan Shi Chen who received him.

Guan Shi laughed as soon as he saw him, "Mr. Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are so handsome!"

"Where is it." Zhao Chen smiled. "But Guan Shi looks good. Do you think there have been a lot of good things recently?"

"It's not a good thing, but it's also a pleasure." Guanshi Chen smiled.

"Then congratulations to Guan Shi Chen." Zhao Chen said with a smile, then put his hand into the basket, and took out the latest embroidery by Chen Jiu from the space.

I have the foundation of my previous life. Although I was a little uncomfortable at the beginning, the more I embroidered, the faster I have finished. Now there are ten completed embroidery pieces, one of which is still a silk dress.

The long skirt is white, with a large amount of white space on the top, only the cuffs, neckline, and placket are embroidered with elegant orchids, the corners of the skirt are full of orchids, and a few light-colored butterflies rest on the petals.

Whether it is an orchid or a butterfly, they are all lifelike.

Guanshi Chen's eyes lit up when he saw it. He touched the embroidery thread on the skirt and couldn't put it down. He asked, "Master Zhao, isn't this still embroidered by my cousin?"

If it were true, then this progress would be terrible.

This is less than a month!

Zhao Chen shook his head, "No, it was embroidered by my future wife, ask me to bring it."

Guan Shi was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed, "Blessed son Zhao is able to have such a good wife."

Chen Jiu listened in the space and lowered his head embarrassedly.

He can't afford this title.

In fact, Zhao Chen is a virtuous person, doing everything for washing and cooking.

On the contrary, he can eat ready-made.

Zhao Chen responded with a smile: "I am indeed lucky to meet him, Zhao Chen."

Guan Shi smiled and said a few nice things to him.

The two complimented each other before talking about the price of embroidery.

Guanshi Chen liked the embroidery Zhao Chen brought over this time. The price was quite high. The white silk skirt was only fifteen taels of silver. Those small items were also given a relatively high price.

Ten embroideries, thirty taels in total.

The silk that Zhao Chen bought back only used half of it.

Chen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief at last without a loss.

Outside, Zhao Chen sold silk embroidery products, and then bought the needles and threads that Chen Jiu wanted and the red cloth for the two to wear at the embroidery workshop.

Although Chen Jiu asked him to buy a cheap one, he looked around and finally chose brocade.

The wedding is only once in a lifetime. It is not that you can't afford it. You can wear it well, of course it should be better.

Chen Jiu felt heartache when he watched him buy the two brocades without hesitation.

So expensive, wouldn't Zhao Chen feel distressed?

Zhao Chen noticed the resentment coming from Chen Jiu in the space, and smiled slightly.

He didn't rush to explain, first bid farewell to Guan Shi, then went to the bookstore, bought a lot of rice paper and brushes, and bought a complete set of painting tools, then he found a remote alley and entered the space.

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Three shifts. . .

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