Don't owe your face to farming

The uncle Tian’s house that Lao Niu said is not far from Yang Qiong’s house, on the side closer to the village.Lying on Han Qingshi's back, Yang Qiong stretched his neck and looked forward. From a long distance away, he saw a brown dog lying on his stomach at the door of Uncle Tian's house.Hurrying to pinch Han Qingshi's ear, Yang Qiong lay beside his ear and said, "That's right there."

"Hey." His ears were itchy from the hot air blown by Yang Qiong, Han Qingshi shook his head, quickened his pace, supported Fulang on his back with his big hands, and walked over steadily.

At the gate of Uncle Tian's house, Han Qingshi sank his legs and arched his back so that Yang Qiong's feet touched the ground. He stood up slowly, turned around and wrapped his arms around Yang Qiong, hugging him in his arms.Han Qingshi lowered his head and kissed Yang Qiong's forehead contentedly, and then smirked "hehe", "Husband, Fulang."

【Why. 】The earth-brown dog on the ground raised his eyelids to look at Yang Qiong, and let out a sigh in his throat.

Yang Qiong squatted down slowly, looked down at the big feet behind her, and simply sat down on Han Qingshi's feet.Han Qingshi has a big frame and big feet, sitting on it looks like a low stool.Yang Qiong has a thin body, and there is no flesh on his stomach or legs. When he squats down, his entire upper body fits into his thighs, and he can hug his calves with both hands.

The dog lying on the ground can be seen to have lived for some years, its eyelids are loose and drooping, and it looks listless.There was a cut on one side of the neck, and the flesh was turned out ferociously, which looked a little scary.Yang Qiong tilted her head to look, and found that a large blood vessel in the neck was broken, which should have left a lot of blood. I am afraid that the dog really won't survive today.

There was a bowl in front of the dog, and there was a little white porridge that just filled the bottom of the bowl, Yang Qiong froze for a moment.Rice is extremely precious and extravagant. Even a sick person cannot eat it a few times, let alone a dog at home.Unexpectedly, Uncle Tian could cook white rice porridge for the dog. Yang Qiong pushed the bowl and said, "Why don't you finish it?"

Lifting his eyelids again to look at Yang Qiong, the dog's mouth moved. 【Hey, I'm dying. It's a waste to drink this porridge. 】

Looking at the lifeless dog, Yang Qiong uncontrollably thought of the Alaska he raised in his previous life. Could the dog also be lying on the ground at this time, waiting to die weakly?Will there be no one to drag him home and wait on the side of the road, wait, wait...

"Eat some, maybe it will be fine." Yang Qiong pushed the bowl forward again, almost touching the dog's mouth, and he couldn't help saying, "You know you are old and can't beat the weasel, Why are you still chasing him?"

Slowly, reluctantly, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of the bowl, but because his tongue was stiff and not flexible enough, all the porridge in the bowl spilled out and onto the ground. It was white and looked like snow from a distance.

The dog slowly withdrew its tongue dejectedly, and moved its ears slightly. [The master treats me well. It is my responsibility to protect the chickens at home. I deserve it in my life. 】

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Yang Qiong hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her eyes moist.

【This is my fate, the road I must go through in my life.I still want to find a bitch and spend some time together, and when I have a child, I will take them for a walk together. Unfortunately, the owner does not have any extra food at home. If I find a bitch, she will be hungry...]

The eyes slowly opened, wide open, almond-shaped eyes, brown pupils, very nice.Just as he finished speaking, his eyelids slowly drooped and closed, and he let out a long sigh in his throat.

After a while, Yang Qiong stretched out his hand and lifted the paw pressed by the dog's head, which was already a little stiff.

"May you have a good pregnancy in your next life. At least you will have endless food. You can marry as many wives as you want. There will be a lot of wives and concubines, and a house full of children and grandchildren." Yang Qiong clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and said silently.

Sensing the sad atmosphere keenly, Han Qingshi bent down, covered Yang Qiong's with his big hand, and called out in a low voice: "Fu, Lang, Fu Lang."

Believing that the dog had already had a better start, Yang Qiong opened his eyes, looked up at Han Qingshi and said, "Pull me up, my feet are numb."

Putting his hands under Yang Qiong's armpit and hugging him up, Han Qingshi turned around and walked in the direction of home.It's not far from home, Han Qingshi carried Yang Qiong to the door easily, then put him down, opened the fence gate, and picked him up again.

The sun was just right, Yang Qiong hurriedly poked Han Qingshi's arm and said, "I want to bask in the sun, put me on the slate."

Han Qingshi smiled with his mouth open, strode to the corner of the yard, bent down slowly and placed Yang Qiong directly on the stone slab, held Yang Qiong's face in his big hands, and lowered his head to kiss him.

The warm touch made Yang Qiong blush a little, but she didn't reject it in her heart. She raised her hand and gently pushed Han Qingshi and said angrily, "Go kill the rabbit and cook the soup."

It has been processed once, and the second time, Han Qingshi is familiar with the car. He stayed in the corner of the yard and quickly processed the rabbit, chopped it into pieces, put it into the pot, and sat down to light the fire.

Same as last time, pour off the water for the first time after boiling, then add water to boil, and boil slowly on low heat.

The two ate the rabbit meat and drank most of the soup. Yang Qiong yawned and pulled Han Qingshi's hand, slowly stood up and leaned on Han Qingshi and walked into the room.

Yang Qiong asked Han Qingshi to take out the quilt at home and put it on the fence to bask in the sun when he was carrying away in the morning. Now he took it into the house and spread it on the bed. It was still warm, and he could still smell the sun when he buried his face in it.Taking off her shoes and climbing onto the bed, Yang Qiong shrank into the bed, blinked at Han Qingshi, "Come up together."

Running to close the door, Han Qingshi strode to the bed, took off his shoes and went to bed.

People in the village usually don't take a lunch break at noon, and Han Qingshi doesn't think so much. When he first got married, Husband lay on the bed stupidly and didn't speak. Occasionally say a few words, but also reluctantly, it seems that he doesn't like Han Qingshi very much.

Fortunately, after the two got together for the first time that night, Fu Lang suddenly came back to life. He could talk, cry, laugh, and find a way to find the hare. Han Qingshi was like a mirror in his heart. He realized that this husband was If you like yourself, you will be happy in your heart, and you will be more and more kind to your husband.

Looking down at the husband in his arms who was already asleep, Han Qingshi smiled with his mouth open, kissed his forehead, and closed his eyes to rest.

After a good rest at noon, I will have energy in the afternoon.

Han Qingshi is in good health, and he can recover his strength after a short rest. When he was working in the Yang family, he didn't rest for almost a whole day. After a tiring day, he rested for a night, and he was still full of energy the next day.At this moment, Han Qingshi opened his eyes and saw that Yang Qiong was still sleeping, so he leaned over and kissed Yang Qiong's soft lips, then lifted the quilt and sat up slowly.

Yang Qiong slept soundly, but luckily the biological clock from her previous life was also brought along, so she would automatically wake up after an hour's rest.Stretching out his hand to touch it, Yang Qiong sat up slowly when the side was empty.With a wet handkerchief in his hand, Han Qingshi ran in to help Yang Qiong wipe his face and hands.

The water evaporated on the face and took away part of the heat, and Yang Qiong was completely awake after being so cold.Touching the pocket in her bosom, the little doll was still there, Yang Qiong smiled and said, "Let's go to the foot of the mountain to have a look."

"Fulang." Han Qingshi stretched out his big hands and knelt down, helped Yang Qiong put on the straw sandals, then turned around and patted his thighs.

"You still treat me like a child." Yang Qiong glared at Han Qingshi, the smile on his face was not threatening, and he got up and lay on Han Qingshi's back.

After closing the fence gate, Yang Qiong stretched his neck and looked at the direction where Li Xiaoju usually came, "Why isn't Brother Xiaoju coming, we'll wait for him at the gate."

Li Xiaoju was the first friend Yang Qiong met in this world besides Han Qingshi. He was kind-hearted, down-to-earth and willing to work. He took care of grandma without any complaints, so Yang Qiong regarded him as extremely important.

"Put me down, aren't you tired from carrying me all the time?" Yang Qiong stretched out her hand to pull Han Qingshi's ear, and said with a smile.

Holding Yang Qiong's ass with his big hand and pinching it, Han Qingshi smirked, willing to let him carry it like this for the rest of his life, moved his lips and said in a low voice: "Fulang, Fulang."

"Okay, put me down, my legs are going to go numb." Yang Qiong rolled her eyes helplessly and lied.

When Yang Qiong said this, Han Qingshi hurriedly put him down, knelt down and pinched Yang Qiong's thin legs carefully, and then he was relieved, but he didn't dare to carry it anymore, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait for Li Xiaoju.

In the village, a woman wearing burlap clothes with thick arms and a bit fat figure walked towards Yang Qiong's house aggressively. She was out of breath because of the long walk, but her eyes were round and she was full of momentum.

Looking at Yang Qiong and Han Qingshi standing at the door of the house from a long distance, Shi Jinhua immediately put one hand on his hips, pointed at Yang Qiong with the other and cursed loudly: "Sick man, I don't know what is good and bad. you."

Yang Qiong turned around quickly, and saw Shi Jinhua striding over, with a big mouth spitting stars flying around, pointing at Han Qingshi and then at him with his thick fingers, and said in his mouth: "You are a fool, a sick child, if you don't help the Yang family, Let me see what you have to eat, and I won’t give it to you if you come to my house.”

Looking at the sun and guessing that Yang Qiong might have gone out, Li Xiaoju was annoyed that she had forgotten the time when she was doing her embroidery work, and she remembered it only after her grandmother reminded her, so she quickly put down her embroidery work and trotted out.

Before reaching the door of Yang Qiong's house, she saw Shi Jinhua yelling with her hands on her hips. Thinking of what Yang Qiong said in the morning, Li Xiaoju immediately stopped being polite, and hurriedly stood in front of Shi Jinhua and shouted: "Aunt Ji, did Ji Yuanqiu say something? He was at home this morning. The door stopped us and wouldn't let us pass."

In the past, Shi Jinhua relied on her son's good grades to go unscrupulous in the village, yelling at anyone she caught, and Li Xiaoju basically detoured when she saw her.