Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 323 You Make My Heart Cry Messed Up
Ye Yuqiu had a very long dream.

I dreamed that when I was a child, I sat with Zhixiu on the steps in front of the dilapidated Yuancui courtyard and watched the stars.

"Miss Qiu, Liu Yiniang will bless you in the sky, you see, she is the brightest star!"

"Stupid Zhixiu, that's Chang Gung Star, not Auntie."

"Well... my mother said that people will turn into stars after death, and the brightest star must be Aunt Liu! Aunt Liu is the most beautiful!"

She covered Zhixiu's mouth, and looked around nervously, "In the future, you can't say that Liu Yiniang is the best, you know, it will cause trouble."

That year, when they were five years old, Zhixiu nodded obediently knowing what was wrong.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, with the bright moon hanging high, Zhixiu jumped over the wall, picked up the charcoal scattered on the ground, put it into the overturned basket, and tiptoed into the house through the rear window.

He blew on the torch, lit the gauze lantern, and whispered in his mouth.

"I've heard that it was Ms. Han who pushed Ms. Qiu into the lotus pond... They also withheld carbon from Yuancui Courtyard... Isn't it because the master praised Ms. Qiu's hairpin flowers in lower script yesterday..."

"Cough, cough cough... don't talk nonsense... cough cough... I accidentally slipped and fell... Zhixiu, if no one supports you, sometimes the truth doesn't matter...cough cough..."

"Hey! Don't talk about those bad things. This is the carbon I saved from burning the fire. Let Huan'er hide it tightly tomorrow so that no one will find it. Now, I brought you half a can of candied kumquats. Eat this and cough Get well soon~”

They were nine years old that year, and Zhixiu smiled smugly on her little face.Because Zhixiu's mother worked as the steward of the kitchen, she secretly hid some powdered sugar, and the chief steward turned a blind eye.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in February, warm and cold.

She was sitting by the well washing clothes, her fingers were red, swollen and numb from the cold, and she didn't seem to feel warm when the sun hit her body.

Zhixiu ran in wearing a half-new jacket, the collar trimmed with rabbit fur made her melon-seeded face pretty, but her willow eyebrows were tightly locked and her phoenix eyes were wide open.

"Miss Qiu, why don't you listen to persuasion at all? Didn't I tell you to wait until I come back from a lunch break to wash!"

"There's nothing left and right, it's better to finish the work earlier, your work is not easy."

"It was so hard for you to cure your chilblains. You are lucky. You don't know how to cherish yourself." Zhixiu rolled up her sleeves and dragged her to the side, staring at the tub and gnashing her teeth, "It's Miss Han and Miss Yu again. Clothes, this time I even brought the menstruation belt!"

"Good Zhixiu, don't be upset..." She knelt down, rubbed her hands and let out a sigh of relief, tilting her head and grinning narrowly, "I heard some gossip over there today, don't you plan to tell me about Huima?" Mammy's... second son?"

"Cough..." Zhixiu paused as she rubbed her clothes, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dodged, "W-who likes that bad boy Changming! Don't listen to their nonsense!"

"Oh~" she dragged out her voice, "Chang Ming is the second young master's personal servant, he is considerate and considerate in dealing with others, has a good appearance, and his personality... doesn't seem bad~"

Zhixiu suppressed the corners of her upturned mouth, stomped her feet in embarrassment, and muttered: "He, he is just bad, let him die!"

On a cool summer night, she sat at the table and embroidered a red hijab, with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and double blessings in gold.Zhixiu smiled brightly and straightened the thread.

"Miss Qiu, you are the best~ I really want to wear this red hijab now~"

"Don't be ashamed, aren't we only getting married next year... If Changming knew you were in such a hurry, he would definitely laugh at you."

"Miss Qiu, are you confused? I'm going to marry Changming the day after tomorrow~ Oh, hurry up and embroider, I'll earn my face by the red silk hijab you embroidered~"

She raised her head in doubt, "What month and day is it now?"

"April 29~ Have you forgotten? My mother and mother Hui have already arranged a good day, and the third day of May is an auspicious day! The eldest lady also rewarded me with a magpie on a branch and a silver step shaker to add makeup!"

Her mind was confused for a moment, how could she get married on the third day of May?
But looking at Zhixiu with a bright smile on his face, he felt that it should be like this.They are 15 years old this year.

The autumn is crisp, and the orange tree in the corner of the courtyard is covered with oranges like small orange lanterns.

Sitting under the eaves, she was embroidering small soft-soled cotton boots, looking up at Zhixiu standing on tiptoe and picking oranges, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"That orange is so sour that your teeth chatter, so you just stuff it into your mouth."

"Miss Qiu, you don't understand, it's good if you like sour food. My mother said that I must be pregnant with a fat boy!"

"Zhixiu, come~ I'll give you a gift for your big fat boy~"

Zhixiu opened the purse and quickly stuffed it back into her hand, "Ah, Miss Qiu can't help it~ How can you give me the money you have saved so hard for yourself? Don't don't~ You have to save it for the dowry!"

"Take it, whether you have a son or a daughter, when you grow up, use this money to redeem your freedom." She smiled, feeling inexplicably sad, "I won't marry anymore..."

"Nonsense, there is no one who doesn't want to marry~ I'm still waiting for Miss Qiu to marry a good man, and when I return home, Miss Qiu must bring me something delicious~"

The more she smiled brightly looking at Zhixiu's increasingly plump, white and tender face, the sadder she felt.

Tears are falling like rain, I don't know the reason.

A rough hand caressed the corner of her eyes, and sighed softly, "It's so disturbing to sleep... Really..."

Ye Yuqiu slowly opened her eyes, staring at the patched tent above her for a moment, lost her mind for a moment, unable to tell which one was the dream.

When I came back to my senses, tears rolled down my eyes, it was indeed a dream just now...

She has never embroidered a hijab for Zhixiu, she can do gold embroidery, but she never dared to show it in front of others.

Zhixiu's wedding date is scheduled for the beginning of spring this year, but last winter, she was sold with red flowers.

There is no such thing as a face that is becoming more and more plump and white. The last time she saw her, she only remembered that sallow and thin face with intertwined scars, Zhixiu's eyes were numb and she could no longer smile.

It would be great if...that dream wasn't a dream...

"Don't cry..." Luo Zheng frowned and stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, "Is it a nightmare? Dreams are always reversed."

Ye Yuqiu smiled sadly, turned her back to the side of the bed, tucked her knees and hugged her legs.

If the dream is not reversed, it will be fine.

Zhixiu lived well and did not die.

She bit her lower lip tightly, endured it for a long time, and finally cried out.

Now that she has avenged Zhixiu, Wang Tieshan's family is going to be ruined, and there is no need to pretend that she doesn't know Zhixiu...

But in this world, where can I find Zhixiu in my dream...

Luo Zheng stared blankly at the little woman huddled up on the bed, listening to her sobbing softly and gradually letting go of her throat, crying loudly, as if she wanted to cry out the grief that was suppressed in her heart all at once.

When Lihua was in the rain, she cried weak and fragile, and she was so beautiful that it made people feel distressed. Now this extremely sad way of crying even messed up his heart, as uncomfortable as pulling his heart.

He sighed, stretched out his arms and held her in his arms, "Did I say something wrong? I apologize to you...you...cracked my heart, I really don't know how to coax her now..."

The low and deep voice in her ear was as gentle as water, and the clumsy and sincere tone made Ye Yuqiu cry even harder, and her strong chest against her face was pounding like a pounding heart.

She slowly put her arms around his waist, she had suppressed herself for too long, let's use her chest to cry, just this once.

(End of this chapter)