Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

It was almost ten minutes before noon when the bullock cart wandered into the village.

Han Yingxue and Hu Xiaoli moved the things into the house together.

"Xue'er, you're back!" A joyful voice came from the room, the tone was a bit like that of a woman in a boudoir, and some complained that her husband hadn't returned for a long time.

"Hey, Xue'er, who is he?" Hu Xiaoli turned her head, and saw a man with a tall figure had come in front of them.

When he saw the man's appearance, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Xue...Xue'er, did my eyes have an illusion? I saw a handsome man. This must not be real!" Hu Xiaoli patted her head, she must have been a little dizzy from dangling on the bullock cart just now .

Han Yingxue's face twitched slightly, and said, "You read that right, my cousin!"

"Ah~" Hu Xiaoli couldn't react for a while, and looked at Zhao Qishan in a daze.

Because he was Xue'er's friend, Zhao Qishan smiled slightly at Hu Xiaoli, like a breeze blowing across the water, leaving a layer of ripples, but the smile was shockingly beautiful.

"Xue'er, I'll help you!" Zhao Qishan took what Han Yingxue was holding and put it aside. Then he quickly slipped to the kitchen, brought over two cups of herbal tea, and handed them to Han Yingxue and Hu Xiaoli.

Hu Xiaoli was a little flattered and finished the herbal tea in Zhao Qishan's hand, with a silly look, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Han Yingxue made herbal tea, drank it in two or three sips, passed it to Zhao Qishan directly after drinking it, and said in a slightly commanding tone: "Put it back!"

"okay!"

Zhao Qishan hurriedly went to the kitchen again.

Hu Xiaoli was a little dumbfounded.

Such a good-looking person can't be found in ten miles and eight villages. How do you feel that he obeys Xueer's words?

Is it a bit silly?

"Xue'er, your cousin..." Hu Xiaoli hesitated for a moment, then pointed to her head and asked, "Is there something wrong with your cousin?"

"Eh..." Han Yingxue's brows twitched. Patted Hu Xiaoli on the shoulder and said: "There is no problem with the brain, but it is too delicious, a full-fledged idiot!"

Hu Xiaoli blinked her eyes, unable to digest what Han Yingxue said.

"Xue'er, what is your cousin doing at your house?" Hu Xiaoli asked curiously.

About rescuing Zhao Qishan, Han Yingxue didn't want to tell Hu Xiaoli that it wasn't that she didn't trust her, but that Zhao Qishan's status must be extraordinary, and she didn't expect to implicate Hu Xiaoli.

Continuing with the previous lie, Han Yingxue said: "My parents are dead, come and join me!"

"That's it..."

Hu Xiaoli began to have some sympathy for Zhao Qishan in her heart. How could such a good-looking person have such a tragic experience.

No wonder he treated Han Yingxue like this, he must be afraid that Xue'er would drive him out.

"Xue'er, I put my ribs here with you. You made them for me. I'll come and get them in the afternoon. I'll go back first!"

"Well, okay!"

It was lunch time, and the whole family didn't eat. Han Yingxue also started to insist on having lunch.

I bought some vegetables and ribs at noon, and received two eggs yesterday.

At noon, I fried a bowl of Chinese cabbage, a leek egg, and a pot of pork ribs with mushrooms.

Entering the kitchen, I saw a neat pile of firewood next to the stove.

"Ying Xia, did Uncle Wu send us this firewood?" Han Yingxue asked.

Han Yingxia glanced at the firewood next to the stove, shook her head, and said, "These are the logs from the yard that my cousin got up in the morning."