My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 256 What is good about women

  Eating feet and feet during the New Year...Bah, dumplings.

  Xu Qing discovered for the first time that this thing is really different from looking on the computer.

  Wake up in the morning.

  Looking at the curtains shining by the sun, Xu Qing sat on the bedside and pondered how he, a master of knowledge, actually a young child, suddenly played so much.

There is something wrong with   .

  Obviously it used to be normal, no strange control, now--

   His eyes turned to his side, Jiang He's eyelashes quivered slightly, his breathing suddenly stopped, and he was pretending to be asleep.

"Snapped!"

  Xu Qing patted his hand, Jiang He opened his eyes instantly.

   "It turns out that I'm pretty charming."

  He suddenly realized.

   "..." Jiang He stared at him quietly.

   "So, this is just pure lust, not perversion at all."

  This conclusion made Xu Qing very satisfied. He climbed out of the bed in response to Jiang He's strange eyes and prepared to wash.

  By the way, throw the two socks into the trash can and tie up the mouth of the trash bag. I don’t plan to wash them and use them again.

  At night, the human body will secrete dopamine, and then the spirit will be excited, and it is normal to do things that it would not normally do.

  To put it another way, pervert will never think of himself as pervert, and when he just woke up, he almost regarded himself as pervert.

  This proves that he is normal.

  "Do you not wash it?" Jiang He shrank one eye from under the quilt and watched him packing the garbage bag. His eyes were still very strange.

  She asked about those two socks. Xu Qing knew that without explaining, she said calmly, “I want to wear them and buy new ones for you.”

  "Didn't you want me to wear it?" Jiang He couldn't let him throw the pot on himself.

   "Ah... well, buy a new one anyway."

  Xu Qing carried the garbage bag and went out.

  This one-thousand-year-old little lady seems to have learned something amazing—it seems normal to think about it.

  For couples, it's normal. It's just that when he gets along with Jiang He and always thinks about her identity, it feels abnormal.

  Being together with the little old lady for a long time, Xu Qing felt that she had been swayed by her. Jiang He had been learning modern culture, but he was led by Jiang He involuntarily to consider things from the perspective of the ancients.

  While going back and forth, he found it unnatural.

  "Go fishing today?"

  After brushing his teeth and eating breakfast, Xu Qing just picked up his sword, and saw Jiang He packing the fishing rod and her balance bike, which was given to her as a one-year gift, with Xiao He Miao engraved on it.

   Jiang He packed the bits and pieces into the small red bucket, checked whether the bag was forgotten, and took the fishing rod and said, “Well, I found a very good place yesterday.”

   "If you catch a big fish, take my dad and them there."

   "Okay."

  It’s very close to the National Day. When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, bring up a big fish that you fished, let Jiang He carry it, and when she enters the door, she shouts: Dad! I caught a fish for you!

  Xu Wenbin doesn't know how to react, Xu Qing is looking forward to it anyway.

  Even if you can’t catch it, you can buy a big fish as your own. Anyway, it’s normal for the angler to do this... Jiang He is already a mature angler.

  Jiang He asked: "I saw some people release their lives. If those people give me money, I won’t go fishing. Wouldn’t I give them merit?"

   "I am not stupid, why give you money."

  "Don’t all the monks in the temple do this? Give them money, they give people the merits, and I also make a merit book to help them record them."

  "……"

  It seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

  Xu Qing scratched his head: "Then you have to shave your hair."

  "……"

  "……"

   "Don't look at me, I can never shave my head!"

  Jiang He's eyes made Xu Qing's head cool, and then Jiang He put down the fishing rod, came over and twisted his head a few times, only then satisfactorily picked up the rod and the small red bucket again.

"I'm going out!"

  Stepping on the balance bike, Jiang He, who is neatly dressed, has the azure silk scarf Xu Qing gave her around his neck, and floats toward Gong Ping's place.

  Leave Xu Qing alone to practice swords in the house. Fortunately, it is not as hot as summer, and his movements are proficient. The whole set is not panting and sweating as before, but he looks like a master.

  After reminiscing about Baisi's little feet last night, he suddenly wondered whether Jiang He learned from Gong Ping.

  After all, that old woman would lift her skirt to lure fish when she was fishing.

  Xu Qing thought for a while, moved the fat winter melon on the sofa, turned on his computer, and watched the news replay from last night.

Last month, he discovered that the real estate fund, which had been guarding for more than half a year, had quietly changed positions. He hesitated and cleared it all, and then threw the money into the real estate stocks. Within half a month, it had risen by nearly 20 points. Eat a daily limit.

  Xu Qing trusts this manager, but unfortunately the manager himself does not believe in himself.

  Oh~ money.

  While organizing his notes, Xu Qing wondered how to get the assets nowadays.

  As deposits increase, the proportion in the stock market will be increased accordingly, and Jiang He’s deposits, you can consider teaching her to toss about the reverse repurchase of national debt, so as not to be so idle and Gong Ping to learn...

It seems to be idle every day, but what Xu Qing does is fragmented. Regardless of editing videos, deposits, and even the movie reviews that have only earned a little bit of rewards, they are not needed when they get started. Too much time, seemingly easy, but there is basically no free time at ordinary times, but there is no need to go to work in a fixed position all day, he wants Jiang He to learn too, if he can.

  This is the way to create. You can keep thinking about it so that you can make something in those few hours.

  Even sitting with Uncle Zhao drinking tea and bragging, they didn’t completely idle, their thinking kept running.

  Previously, most of the thinking time was allocated to Jiang He, but now he is gradually taking it back. Xu Qing put on the thermos cup, went out and bends, and treated himself as an old man like a mental patient, and walked out slowly in the light of the sun.

  The nearest police station is on the Qingxin street opposite Beiwang Road. It is not the one where Qin Hao works. It is a bit small. The old town here is not as stylish as Qin Hao's.

  Walking to Qingxin Street, looking around, Xu Qing sat on the side of the flowerbed of the green belt, looked at the door of the police station, took a sip of water from the cup, and had a calm expression without any guilty conscience.

  Even though he was thinking of something not so good in his mind.

  There were people coming and going on the street. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there. The sun rose, and the shade of the trees could no longer cover the place where he was sitting. Xu Qingcai got up and continued to walk along the road while sending a message to Qin Hao.

  Xu Qing: "Does Jiangcheng have the authority to apply for household registration to the police station or in the branch?"

  Qin Hao: "?? Suddenly asked this, why do I think you are going to make trouble?"

  Xu Qing: "Jiang He's identity has not been processed yet"

  Qin Hao: "Almost forgot, you are finally willing to help others to get it. Have you returned to Zhejiang City to see? I must go back to Zhejiang City to find it."

  Xu Qing frowned, stopped on the street, pondered for a moment, and replied: "I'll talk about it when I'm waiting, so I'll find out where to do it, so I won't have to run in vain."

  Qin Hao: "Sub-game, our side"

  Seeing Qin Hao’s news, Xu Qing thought about it with her mobile phone.

   "Are you busy lately?"

   "What are you doing?" Qin Hao replied, vigilantly: "Don't mention the inappropriate things."

   "You have to pick a time when you are not so busy. It's not a matter of getting your ID card and taking a photo. If you are too busy, we will wait."

   "You are interested, but I am not in the household registration department. People over there... I will help you pay attention."

  Two people, you and me, Xu Qing is walking around the street holding a thermos cup.

  He had known a long time ago that if these things under the jurisdiction of the household registration are transferred to the police station, it will not be too busy. If they are all handled in the branch as they are now, they will even go to other departments to borrow people when they are busy.

  That is what Xu Qing didn't want to see.

Regardless of Jiang He's affairs, whether it is handled by a cute girl or an old lady, it is worse than people like Qin Hao and others. It is better to do more than less.

Moreover, when people are busy, they carelessly relax the conditions. It is better to rely on their own preparations. With so much preparation, they may be dismissed by others when they are busy. Only those prepared at the time can play a role.

  After all, regulations are regulations, and when they fall into reality, there is still a lot of room for change.

   Busy is not as good as busy.

  Xu Qing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the golden sunlight scattered through the leaves, slightly dazzling.

  He is an ordinary person who can only do as much detail as possible based on his own understanding. No matter whether it is useful or not, it is better than rushing over.

  The little old lady from the Tang Dynasty...

Back at the gate, Uncle Zhao looked outside under the umbrella. His little grandson has already started school. He often ran over to play with him during the summer vacation. Now he didn’t see him at first, so he could only invite Xu Qing to sit and drink tea. .

  "You are more comfortable than me as a young man?" Uncle Zhao smoked a little enviously. Hey, he had been looking forward to retirement for so long, and now he was led by Xu Qing.

  This cargo carried a thermos cup and wandered around. The girlfriend also carried the fishing rod and took the small partner on the balance bike and swished away. Neither of them had a leisure time.

   "It just looks idle."

   "Actually? What are you tired of doing?" Uncle Zhao thinks so too. How can someone not go to work every day.

   "In fact, it's more leisurely. I panic at leisure."

  "……"

   "Hahaha, kidding, I'm busy when you can't see me." Xu Qing filled herself with a cup of tea and breathed in gently, "You're busy when you can see me."

   "What are you busy with?"

   "I'm busy thinking about how to make a good-looking video, I have to go home and do it if I figure it out."

  He moved his fingers around his head twice.

  "It's still idle." Zhao Shu sighed, and had to admit that some people are very powerful, but their tiredness is also difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

  Like Ma Fuhao, I regret creating Ababa every day. How tired...

  Uncle Zhao shook his head, as clever as he is. If the old horse wants to come over and change jobs, he still feels comfortable as a security guard.

   "Human, just this whole life."

   "Yes, just for the rest of my life." Xu Qing echoed, leaning on the chair in the posture of Uncle Zhao, looking at the street outside in unison.

   "Look at those wealthy people, driving luxury cars, living in high-rise buildings, what's the use, right? The left and right are just beds." Zhao Shu smoked a cigarette and pointed to the country.

   "Yes, that's it."

   "There are beautiful women. In a few decades, they will all be old ladies. It's boring, right?"

   "Well, women don't mean anything at all. They look so good or not. What's so good." Xu Qing took a sip of water in her cup, and saw Jiang He and Gong Ping floating over like a hot wheel from a distance.

   Then he walked with the two women.

  Leaving Uncle Zhao himself here is heartbroken, young people like good-looking faces, it's over.

  ……

   "What's the point of sitting with the old man every day?" Gong Ping looked back, holding the fishing rod, and couldn't understand Xu Qing's thoughts.

  Looking at it from a distance, as if sitting there with the old men.

   "I'm free, I have nothing to do." Xu Qing shrugged.

   "If you ask you to go fishing with us, you don't want to go." Jiang He said.

  "I have something to do, how can I have time to fish?"

  "……"

  "……"

  Jiang He and Gong Ping rolled their eyes together, stopped at the intersection, and the two put down the barrels to divide the spoils from each other, and then waved their hands back to each house.

   "I have gained a lot today."

  Xu Qing saw the fish in the bucket. Although it was not the big fish of the previous type, there were quite a few fingers wide enough for two people to fry a plate.

  In other words, it is more suitable to fry a plate. Jiang He likes fried small fish the most.

   "There was a big fish, but it ran away."

   "Can you still decouple?"

"Of course I can. You can leave it without eating the bait." Jiang He found that she could despise Xu Qing for fishing. When she was fine, she often learned some skills on the Internet. Xu Qing would only hang the bait. Throw it out, if you can't catch it, it's pure fun.

  Xu Qing helped carry the fishing rod and other odds and ends. Jiang He carried the small red bucket and went home. He didn't catch a big fish, and his plan to give Xu Wenbin a little bit of surrender fell through.

  Jiang He rarely mentions identity matters. She seems to know that Xu Qing will help her arrange everything. She has never reminded her, and she does not need to remind her in her life now.

   "I remember you said that the old scavenger told you that she picked you up in Jiangcheng, and later lived in Zhejiang, so you came to work in Jiangcheng, right?" Xu Qing suddenly asked.

   "Huh?" Jiang He was stunned, and thought for a while: "I didn't understand, you can ask again."

  "……"

  Xu Qing repeated it again.

   "Yes, I told you." Jiang He nodded.

  The two looked at each other and laughed.

  The two-finger-wide fish was cut open by Jiang He with scissors, and his fingers were handled flexibly. If he was seen by a group of old ladies on the riverside, he would definitely slap his thighs painfully, exclaiming ‘Making sin~’

  Even the little tortoise was thrown into the river to drown. The poor tortoise wanted to climb up and was thrown into it again. I don’t know what magical operation it was. Sure enough, modern times are different. In the heyday...everything can be encountered.

   Jiang He thought about the anecdote he had encountered, rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, and glanced at Xu Qing next to him.

  "You sit with Uncle Zhao every day, are you helping me?"

   "No, I just like to rest with them."

"What's the point?"

   "That's so interesting. It doesn't cost money. You can sit for an afternoon with a cup of tea and bask in the sun. Isn't it more comfortable to go to the riverside with your red bucket with a horse in it?"

   "You look like an old man from a distance."

   "My hair is not white."

  (End of this chapter)