After being forced to marry by her stepmother, Koi's lovely wife prospers the whole family

One year of marriage?!

Mianmian was shocked and her pupils widened and she looked at Qing'er.

Qing'er held her and whispered in her ear: "When you go out, you need to hide your identity."

Mianmian raised her eyes and looked at the old woman in front of her.

The old lady not only has bad eyes, but also bad ears, and laughs loudly: "It's been a year, no wonder you two have such a deep relationship."

Mianmian had no choice but to take over and say, "Yes, Mama."

Qing'er's originally tense heart fell instantly, revealing a relieved smile, but she was afraid that Mianmian would see it, so she turned her head slightly to hide the smile.

"The two of them are full. The old lady got up and prepared to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Mama, I'll help you. Mianmian immediately helped her put away the dishes and chopsticks first.

The old lady covered her waist and hurriedly said, "Child, put it down, put it down, you are a guest, how can you let you do this."

Mianmian didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and took the dishes and chopsticks to the back kitchen of the small house.

Xiao Qing'er also helped pick up the remaining two bowls and followed behind her.

The old lady's back kitchen was very dilapidated, and when she put down the dishes and chopsticks, she found that the rice in the rice bowl on the side was almost gone.

She thought about it, and while the old woman was still alive, she took out two ingots of gold from her bosom and stuffed them into the remaining rice.

After putting it away, she raised her eyes to look at the old hen in the yard, and couldn't help but think of her mother's previous words, "Qing'er, I heard my mother say that the old hen in her family in the past can lay more than a dozen eggs a day.

Qing'er showed curiosity, "Is it the same as the old duck in your family?" "The old

ducks and geese of the Mianmian family in the past were also able to lay eggs, but later, after they went to the capital, they put these chickens, ducks and geese in the Zhuangzi, and now it is estimated that they have already formed a flock."

She nodded and smiled, "That's right.

Qing'er asked suspiciously, "Why did Mianmian suddenly think of this

old hen?" Mianmian looked at the thin old hen outside through the window and said, "If only in the future, Mama's chickens could lay eggs and not go hungry."

Qing'er touched her head and said softly: "Don't worry, the gold you gave just now is enough for Mama to buy a yard of chickens back."

Mianmian nodded with a well-behaved look.

At this time, the old lady came with a broom and said with a smile: "Have you two eaten enough? I have just cleaned up the guest room, and you can go into the house to rest." "

It's not early now, I've eaten, and if I don't sleep again, it will be dawn.

Mianmian didn't want to trouble the old lady anymore, so she took Qing'er to the guest room to sleep.

This peasant mud house is not like the second floor of the inn, the ground is full of damp mud.

Qing'er wants to sleep on the ground now, but Mianmian won't agree.

The two of them just lay on the bed, one covered with a quilt.

The guest room is very small, nestled in a slightly damp quilt, and you can vaguely smell the sandalwood on Qing'er's body.

Qing'er likes incense, and learned some from Du Bangchun and Zhou Damiang in the past.

This sandalwood is Mianmian's favorite incense, so Qing'er burns it in her house every day, and over time she has this fragrance on her body.

Mianmian smelled the fragrance and gradually became relieved, turned over and drilled into the quilt.

Qing'er closed her eyes, but her ears were paying attention to Mianmian's every move.

"Mianmian, can't you sleep?" he asked Mianmian.

Mianmian peeked her eyes out of the quilt, "Well, I can't sleep."

Qing'er turned over, was lying on

the bed, looked at the top of the bed, and said slowly: "Or, I told you a story as before, right?" Mianmian also showed her head, looked at the top of the bed together, and said with a smile: "Okay, I like to listen to Qing'er tell stories the most." The

two of them lay side by side, although separated by two quilts, but there was an enviable intimacy.

Such scenes seem to overlap with those of childhood.

For a moment, Mianmian felt that Xiao Qing'er had never left.

She's still her, and he's still him.

Qing'er straightened her throat and said slowly: "Then I'll tell you about my affairs in the barracks."

Mianmian was very interested and nodded repeatedly, "Okay."

Qing'er put his hand on the back of his head, thinking back to his life in the barracks, he specially hid the suffering he had suffered in the past, and told Mianmian about the interesting things that happened in it.

Mianmian became more and more relieved from the original excitement, and gradually fell asleep.

When Qing'er finished speaking, he found that Mianmian had fallen asleep on his arm.

Qing'er didn't dare to move, for fear of waking her up, so after the quilt was pulled on for her, she also fell asleep with her.

That night, both of them slept soundly, and left behind some of the frightens they had suffered at the inn.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight shone in.

Mianmian opened his eyes slightly, and saw Qing'er's face, his face was handsome, his skin was as white as snow, and his beautiful face was like a celebrity carving, and he couldn't find the slightest problem.

She looked at him for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his eyelashes gently.

His eyelashes were thick and slender, slightly curled, as if a small bamboo skewer could be placed on them.

Mianmian felt more and more interesting, and touched it several times in a row.

Qing'er's eyes blinked, then closed tightly.

In fact, he had already woken up, for fear that he would scare Mianmian away as soon as he opened his eyes, so he endured the itch on his eyelashes and forced himself to pretend to be asleep.

Mianmian saw that his eyelids blinked several times in a row, and she couldn't bear to tease him, and said with a smile: "Brother Qing'er, get up, I know you're awake."

Qing'er was finally relieved and slowly opened her eyes.

His eyes were very dark, like a bottomless pool, with a warm breeze blowing outside the window, a wave of microwaves, Xu Xu gently spread out of it.

Mianmian looked at him in a trance, and suddenly felt as if he had been hit by something in his chest, and stopped instantly, and then jumped wildly.

The two of you look at me, I watch, and the air gradually becomes solidified.

I don't know how long later, the old woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Oh my God, what's going on with this chicken?!".