The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

In a flash, ten days passed.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Xiagou Village, most of the people living in Xiagou Village were people with the surname Song.

There are only a few outdoor surnames.

At this time, it was noon, and the people working in the fields went home for dinner one after another.

I saw two carriages, followed by a few horsemen. They all stopped and watched curiously.

After all, no one in their village could afford a carriage. It is good to have an ox cart, and this is the first time a horse cart has come here.

There is speculation about whether a wealthy relative has returned to his hometown to visit relatives.

I saw the carriage stopped. An escort drove to the carriage and said something to the people in the carriage.

Immediately, he asked a few questions to the young man closest to them. They led the way in front, and a group of people went to the village.

Seeing that the person was gone, a curious woman leaned over to the boy and said with a gossip, "Dongzi, what did that person just say to you?"

"Ask the way." An Dong didn't even look at the woman, picked up the bow and arrow on the side and went straight to the mountain

"Tsk, I haven't finished asking about this funeral star thing..." The woman who hung her eyes slightly scolded.

Led by the trees, the carriage stopped in front of the village head's house.

Shen Yijia looked all the way, Xiagou Village was surrounded by mountains, most of the houses in the village were adobe houses, only the village chief's house and a few houses in the center of the village built brick houses.

It seems that this village is poorer than she thought, but fortunately she has several hundred taels of silver in her hand, so don't panic.

"It's not convenient here, you stay in the car for a while, right?" Shen Yijia suggested.

It's not that she finds it troublesome, it's just that she understands a lot of things along the way.

For example, every time he stayed at the inn and got off the carriage, people around him would cast a strange look at Song Jingchen.

Every so often, although Song Jingchen had no expression on his face, Shen Yijia still felt that the air pressure around him would become lower.

And she doesn't like other people looking at Song Jingchen with those eyes, and she doesn't like Song Jingchen like that.

Along the way, she often secretly fed Song Jingchen with spiritual liquid, and she used a lot of spiritual liquid.

But Song Jingchen's legs were still unresponsive, and his body was not as restless as before, and he was seriously ill.

Shen Yijia is not a person who can hide her thoughts. Seeing her expression, Song Jingchen still doesn't understand.

Feeling a little warm in my heart, I reached out and rubbed Shen Yijia's head and said, "Do you know what to say?"

It's cooked once and twice, and I don't know why Song Jingchen likes to rub his head so much.

Shen Yijia nodded obediently: "I know, we will live here in the future. Isn't there a mother here?"

Song Jingchen hummed in a low voice, but did not reject her kindness.

At this time, the village chief's family was sitting in the yard having lunch when they heard movement at the door.

The village chief's daughter-in-law, Cui, glanced at the second son's daughter-in-law, Zeng, who was feeding her daughter, and threw down her chopsticks and said, "Erming's family, let's go and see who's here. Every day, a little girl eats a movie. Why so much?"

Zeng shivered, put down the girl who had just eaten two mouthfuls without saying a word, got up and opened the door.

Cui's complaint came from behind: "I can't even give birth to a son, and it seems like I'm holding a loser all day long as a golden lump..."

As if Mr. Zeng didn't hear him, he opened the courtyard door dumbly.

Seeing two carriages parked outside the door, he nervously rubbed his hands and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Cui's voice was not small, and Shen Yijia heard it outside the door. Seeing the person involved at this moment, he touched his nose in embarrassment: "We are here to find the village chief."

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