Rebirth Seventy Silly Wife, She Has a Space of Fortune

Shen Junshan pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and the temperature inside the quilt gradually rose.

Han Jiaojiao took off his pants neatly without noticing, and when he wiped something somewhere, Han Jiaojiao's face turned red with embarrassment.

He quickly covered him with a quilt and said, "I'll get you a new pair of pants to put on."

"Um."

Han Jiaojiao hurriedly dug out a new pair of boxer briefs from her luggage.

Shen Junshan wanted to sit up, but his core exerted force, and the wound on his abdomen was pulled, and his eyebrows wrinkled again.

Han Jiaojiao hurriedly helped him back to the bed, groped over and helped him put on his pants.

Then he put on long pants and covered him with a silk quilt.

Du Ling laughed: "My daughter-in-law is helping her husband wipe her body. It's normal! Are you embarrassed because you are newlyweds?"

"Hehe, yes."

Han Jiaojiao let out a long sigh of relief. She didn't expect Shen Junshan's to be more exquisite than the model. Sure enough, the real thing was more energetic.

Du Ling wanted to chat with them for a while, but saw Han Jiaojiao getting up to tidy up the mosquito net.

Du Ling said wisely: "Young man, please rest first. I will come to see you tomorrow morning."

"Aunt Du, please walk slowly."

Han Jiaojiao was worried and helped Du Ling out. After watching her return to the room, she picked up the shorts that Shen Junshan had changed and went out to wash them.

There is a gray and white stone sink in the backyard, with a row of faucets above the sink.

When Han Jiaojiao came out with soap to wash her clothes, her profile could be seen through the window next to Shen Junshan's bed.

Shen Junshan watched her for as long as she washed.

Han Jiaojiao washed her face with cold water and caught a gust of cool breeze when she straightened her back.

Han Jiaojiao was shivering from the cold and hurried back to the room.

He locked the bolt, put the stool behind the door, and placed an enamel cup beside the stool.

Shen Junshan: "Very cautious."

"It's better to be careful outside, in case you encounter a lunatic who breaks the door in the middle of the night."

Han Jiaojiao checked the window again. It looked stronger than the door.

Han Jiaojiao knelt down and lit mosquito coils between the two beds.

The mosquitoes here are so big and fat that they can still fly in even if the doors and windows are closed, which is terrible.

After she lit the mosquito coils, she put two empty bottles in Shen Junshan's hands, poured water for him, and gave him two extra pillows to stuff his waist.

Han Jiaojiao tucked up the mosquito net and said, "You should be able to sleep well tonight. If you want to get up, call me. Don't use force. If the wound opens repeatedly, it will definitely become infected."

"I know, Jiaojiao, you are so reliable."

"That's right, there aren't many people who are as reliable as me!"

Han Jiaojiao rolled around on the bed. After tucking the mosquito net along the edge of the bed, she rested her head on the pillow she took from the space. She felt quite comfortable.

She exhaled and said, "Junshan, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"Anything is fine."

"Then let's eat sour cow rice noodles. I saw someone eating it on the roadside today. It seemed good."

"OK."

"Pair it with a noodle nest, a cup of soy milk and fried dumplings. There are sweet, salty, sour and spicy. It will definitely be delicious."

Shen Junshan turned his head and asked seriously: "Jiaojiao, have you finished eating?"

"Aren't you here? You can eat what I can't finish. If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Han Jiaojiao yawned loudly and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, I went to the Shen family's yard again. The yard was full of people, surrounded by my third uncle and a man who looked like a leader.

Everyone had a heated argument. When Shen Junshan and his third uncle stood up to leave, a man suddenly rushed out from behind, picked up a big iron pot and smashed it at Shen Junshan.

"Junshan!"

Han Jiaojiao jumped up from the bed, and Shen Junshan woke up immediately when he heard her cry.

He lifted up the mosquito net and rushed over: "What's wrong?"

"I……"

Fuck, it’s that dream again.

Why do I always dream about Shen Junshan being injured?

But when he was stabbed by Haifang yesterday, she did not have a prophetic dream.

Could it be that it didn't appear in the precognitive dream because it was not fatal?

Han Jiaojiao slowly calmed down and held Shen Junshan's hand: "I'm fine. Is it okay if you get up? You didn't hurt the wound?"

"It doesn't matter, are you really okay?"

Shen Junshan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the back of his hand: "Are you not used to sleeping in the countryside?"

"No, I'm not from the country before, so there's nothing I'm not used to."

Shen Junshan heard her awkward tone and knew that she was comforting him, and he felt a little sorry in his heart.

Han Jiaojiao forced a smile: "I'm serious! Besides, I love nightmares. I didn't have nightmares in the county before."

"Too."

"Don't worry, it's only half past three, go to bed quickly, now is the time to nourish your organs!"

Han Jiaojiao drove him back to bed to rest and helped him tuck the mosquito net again.

She looked at Shen Junshan's sleeping face and recalled the scene in her dream, still shuddering.

Although she knew that he was attacked by someone and hit his head with an iron pot, she could not see the face of the murderer and only vaguely remembered that he was a man.

So annoying!

Thinking about the murderer, Han Jiaojiao stayed awake for a long time. It was already dawn in a blink of an eye, and the birds and insects outside were noisy.

By five o'clock she couldn't lie down anymore, so she got up and washed herself first, then went shopping on the street.

People in rural areas get up very early. When Han Jiaojiao went out, many people were already squatting at the door with bowls and chopsticks eating noodles and steamed buns.

She finally found a place that sold breakfast and spent 70 cents on sour rice noodles and soy milk, and another 4000 cents on noodles and crispy dumplings.

When he returned to the guest house, Shen Junshan was already up.

He used crutches to wash up and change clothes. Han Jiaojiao brought two stools and placed them outside by the window. They put the food by the window and sat with him in the courtyard to eat.

Han Jiaojiao gave him the mushrooms and fungus in her bowl.

"These seem to be fresh and good for your health. Eat more."

"You like these?"

"I like all the delicious ones. The meat of this mushroom is so thick, but it's a pity that there is no meat. When I get back, I will make a meat version for you to eat."

Han Jiaojiao opened her face and joined Shen Junshan.

She took a bite of the crispy dumpling, which was very crispy on the outside, covered in thick powdered sugar, and fragrant with osmanthus inside.

Han Jiaojiao was very satisfied: "It's really good! I wonder if this snack is available in the county."

“There is a fried dumpling shop on East Second Street that makes pretty good fried dumplings.”

"Have you ever eaten there?"

"Zhongshun would buy it when he passed by. He tried it for me."

"That kid is pretty good at eating."

Han Jiaojiao took a big mouthful of powder, her eyes watering from the spicy oil.

Shen Junshan couldn't understand whether she was happy or unhappy.

"Hey, we're having breakfast. It's so rich!"

Du Ling came out of the room with heavy dark circles under his eyes and looked like he hadn't slept well.

Han Jiaojiao didn't buy her meal either, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.

Du Ling saw the fungus and mushrooms piled up in Shen Junshan's bowl and nodded repeatedly: "This wife is a pain in the ass, young man, don't you think so?"

Shen Junshan nodded quickly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He couldn't agree more with this.