Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

Blood was spilling from the wound, and some of it had clotted.

Fortunately, there were some herbs at home, which Han Yingxue ground up and rubbed on Zhao Qishan's wound.

Han Yingxue was afraid of hurting Zhao Qishan, so she touched it lightly with her fingers.

Zhao Qishan looked at the little girl in front of him, the candlelight shone on her thin cheeks. Her agile eyes stared at his wound carefully, for fear of hurting him.

Her fingertips were extremely soft and cool, but Zhao Qishan felt a flame rising from his chest.

The distance between the two of them was very close at the moment, and the faint fragrance of Han Yingxue's hair lingered on the tip of Zhao Qishan's nose.

"Sher..."

Zhao Qishan opened his lips and called out softly.

"Why, did it hurt you?" Han Yingxue frowned delicately, she was obviously very lighthearted.

"No, no..."

"Hmph, you deserve it if you hurt, who told you to chop firewood!" Han Yingxue muttered dissatisfied.

"Xue'er, I just want to help you, and I want to bear all the things with you."

Han Yingxue raised her eyes and met his dark eyes.

He spoke very seriously.

Han Yingxue couldn't tell what was going on in her heart. It just felt as if someone had promised her that he would be her reliance.

Han Yingxue's nose was a little sore, don't start, she seemed to say unintentionally: "If you want to help me, just obediently heal your wounds, and then help me after your wounds are cured, just don't make trouble for me!"

"Um……"

The next day, it was the Hungry Ghost Festival, a relatively grand festival in the ancient countryside.

Early in the morning, I heard many people getting busy, and the old Han's house was even more lively.

When it came to the Ghost Festival, the eldest family of the Han family and the third family of the Han family rushed back from the town. The whole house is busy with today's festival.

Han Yingxue got up when it was slightly bright, washed his clothes, had breakfast, and went to the mountain.

There are still many mushrooms that have not come back, and I am going to do two pickings.

It took a whole day, went into the mountain three times, and came back with the rest of the ordinary mushrooms. I kept the portion for cooking at noon and evening, and put the rest in the yard to let the sun dry.

Han Yingxue went to the river to catch fish for a few days and came back. Today's luck is relatively good, and the old turtle was found in the water.

The old turtle is a great tonic, and the taste of the stew is also very delicious. It can be stewed to nourish Zhao's body.

Now Zhao's complexion is gradually not as sallow as before, but has a few traces of blood, and the milk is more abundant. This is especially true for several younger siblings.

Han Yingxue was walking back with the fish in her hand, and saw a carriage parked in front of her house just now. A man in a green shirt got out of the car, still holding some things in his hand.

Zhao Ziwen? What is this guy doing at her house?

Han Yingxue walked over quickly and said, "Hey, did you go to the wrong place?"

Zhao Ziwen turned around, and when he saw Han Yingxue, a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Xue'er, I'm looking for you!"

Cher? Why is this guy calling so intimately?

"what?"

"Today is the holiday, I brought some things back from the town for you!" As he spoke, he took out a hen and two catties of pork.

This is a precious thing in the countryside!

"Give it to me? Why?"

Han Yingxue was a little puzzled.

The so-called reward for nothing, why is this guy so kind to give him so many things?

Why?

Zhao Ziwen was stumped by Han Yingxue's question.

As soon as he got hotheaded, he bought something and sent it over.

Thinking that today is a holiday, and now that her family is separated, there must be nothing to eat, so she brought these things here. But such a reason can't be told to Han Yingxue, can it?