Reborn 80s to be a rich woman

"What are you talking about? I'm still lucky. It just happens to be very lucky. Would you like to wish you another New Year?"

An Xiaolan couldn't be more angry that he did this without saying hello, which scared her so much that she was not prepared at all.

It's no wonder that others misunderstood him. Who can understand this style of going his own way.

"Heh, you're quite humorous. This doesn't mean auspiciousness. Thistle is a kind of herb that usually grows in spring and autumn. We're lucky. It's autumn now, so it's easy for us to find it. Don't underestimate it. It is just an inconspicuous plant, and it has great effects. It has a very good curative effect for skin bleeding, blood stasis and swelling, if you don’t believe me, look at your forehead later and you will know.”

Yang Jing patiently explained, and An Xiaolan was pleasantly surprised.

"Oops! You idiot!"

An Xiaolan cursed inexplicably, and Yang Jing was stunned.

"Are you... complimenting me?" Otherwise, he couldn't think of other meanings.

"Praise you! Such a precious herbal medicine is of course reserved for Xiaofeng. My little injury is nothing. If you leave a scar, you will leave a scar. I don't want to marry anyway."

An Xiaolan wanted to pick off the medicine dregs on her forehead, but she didn't know if she could still use it.

"Um, don't be so excited. It's not like the big thistle is extinct. I didn't mean it. It's easier to find big thistles in spring and autumn. Don't worry."

When Yang Jing heard that she felt that even the scars were useless because of her sister, and she was not even ready to marry, she felt a strange feeling that she couldn't explain clearly.

"Really? Didn't you just make up a reason to coax me to make me feel better?"

An Xiaolan, who was stomping her feet and blushing just now, asked awkwardly when she heard Yang Jing's words.

"It's not necessary. I have a sense of priority. So now, can we go?"

Yang Jing's eyes were full of smiles. In fact, she was not always able to maintain a calm appearance. The occasional impulsiveness was what she should have at her age.

"Of course, let's go quickly. Xiaofeng will suffer another minute of pain if we are delayed for a minute." She slapped the palm on her forehead and covered it with her own hand.

"Wait."

Yang Jing called to stop her, and then lifted the inner coat.

"Ah! You, what kind of rascal are you playing!"

An Xiaolan's face turned red, and she turned her back instantly, almost slipping into a crack in the ground.

tear--!

A tearing sound came from behind her, An Xiaolan was startled, and her face turned pale.

She is not a little girl who has never experienced sex between men and women. Zhang Song's favorite thing to do in his previous life was to torture her on the bed. The horrible memory is still vivid in his mind, and the sound of cloth being torn is very familiar.

"Yang Jing, I warn you, you, you must calm down, I, I..."

An Xiaolan's face was pale, her speech was tied up, and her steps moved forward quietly.

In this barren place, if he really wants to do something, he won't attract other people's attention. Could it be that she really made the wrong person and made the wrong friend?

"Where are you going? Sometimes I really wonder if you are really only 14 years old."

Yang Jing came over with a strip of cloth torn from his clothes, and wrapped it directly around her forehead, with herbs wrapped in it.

"Okay, so you don't need to hold it with your hands."

An Xiaolan looked at him dumbfounded, and even forgot to say anything.

"You don't know how to kowtow to make yourself stupid? Aren't you rushing back to give Xiaofeng medicine? Hurry up and go."

Yang Jing gave her a strange look, and really didn't understand the reason for her strange reaction.

"You, you tore it, this strip of cloth..."

"Don't worry, An Xiaolan, I wash my clothes every day, and they are very clean. I promise not to contaminate your wound."

What An Xiaolan wanted to ask was not this, but Yang Jing suddenly realized what an idiot she wanted to ask.

After a long time, she was the one with dark thoughts. They just bandaged her wounds out of kindness, but she thought...

Amitabha!How could she have such a misunderstanding of Yang Jing? It felt like she was insulting a beautiful young man with a pure heart.

"Yang Jing, thank you for that, this. I'll sew your clothes for you later."

An Xiaolan's face was so embarrassing that she didn't dare to look directly at Yang Jing, so she casually pointed to the cloth strip on her forehead and said gratefully.

If it weren't for her wounds, he wouldn't have ruined his clothes. This kind of intention has whipped her unbearable thoughts countless times.

"It's a small matter, stop the ink, and go."

Ever since he discovered An Xiaolan's unknown side, Yang Jing felt a sense of intimacy, and he spoke impolitely.

"Oh, I'll be right there."

An Xiaolan was secretly relieved when she saw him turn his back.

After knowing the shape of the big thistle, she also joined the ranks of looking for herbs. The two held bamboos in their hands and moved the grass piles on the side of the mountain road, looking for the big thistle carefully.

"Yang Jing, come here quickly."

Suddenly, An Xiaolan, who was two or three meters away from Yang Jing, raised her voice and could guess from her happy voice that she must have found something.

"Look, isn't this a big thistle?"

An Xiaolan pointed to a plant in the grass and asked, because what she saw on this plant was only a half-open flower bud, and she identified it based on the shape of the leaves.

"Well, yes, you are right."

Yang Jing squatted down, reached out to pick it up, glanced at it and said affirmatively.

"Great, I found another one. Yang Jing, you didn't lie to me, there are still some."

An Xiaolan happily took the hand, and held it carefully in her palm, as if holding a rare treasure.

"It turns out that you still don't believe me."

Leaking the tongue when she was happy, An Xiaolan choked when Yang Jing exposed it.

"Ahem, that's not it, well, let's keep looking."

Her eyes flickered, she gave a dry laugh with some guilt, and quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, go ahead, take this bag and put it in it."

Yang Jing took out a cloth bag from his body and handed it over.

"You really are a treasure chest, just like juggling."

An Xiaolan didn't know that Yang Jing would take her up the mountain to collect herbs, let alone make preparations in advance. Seeing that he was always so thoughtful, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

It's really two lives in vain, not even a 16-year-old boy.

"It's nothing, it's just a habit."

Yang Jing said indifferently, turned around and continued searching.

"It's a habit, it's really a good habit."

An Xiaolan looked at his back and pursed her lips and smiled. She picked up the cloth bag and took a look, only to find that the stitches were rough, crooked, and the intervals were of different sizes. At first glance, it was not made by a female worker.

Her eyes flickered as she touched the stitches on it, and then carefully put the big thistle in.

The two searched slowly on the mountain. After half a day, they worked together and found about a dozen large thistles. Seeing that the sky was getting cloudy, they decided to go down the mountain first.

"Yang Jing, why don't you go back first, I've troubled you enough today."

On the way back, An Xiaolan hesitated for a while before muttering.