Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Chapter 67 Blushing

After she finished dressing, she ran out happily: "I'm going to ask the little mute if he looks good."

When I ran to the door of the west room of the Li family, the children on the kang were all asleep, and the little mute even snored slightly.

Sister Ma Feng was a little embarrassed and said to Qin Liu who followed her slowly and held back her laughter: "Sister-in-law, you are busy first, I will go to the inn first."

Qin Liu nodded and smiled as he watched Sister Ma Feng leave, then went to pour a glass of water for Old Man Li who was still in the east room.

Afterwards, she took her needlework and a big cattail leaf fan, moved a small bench and sat by the kang in the west room, while doing needlework and driving away mosquitoes for the three guys on the kang.

Outside the house there was only the long and short chirping of cicadas.

Qin Liu's heart suddenly felt at ease for some reason.

With the little mute around, it would not be easy for the tax collectors to bully her.

She looked at the sleeping face of the little mute with complicated eyes.

It has to be said that the little mute is a very boyish young man, and sometimes his face has some unworldly innocence, such as when he is sleeping now.

He was thin, but with toned muscles, broad shoulders and thin waist, and his unruly temperament made her blush slightly after she had just given him a hand.

She was such a hot-blooded young widow, and she blushed shamefully for the first time after traveling through time for several years.

The appearance of Sister Ma Feng quickly brought her back to her senses.

In order to bribe Sister Ma Feng, she had to give away her favorite set of clothes.

Alas, the price of blushing is not small.

From now on, I still can’t covet beauty.

Qin Liu saw that the two children who were pretending to be asleep actually fell asleep, so he closed the door to the west room and went to the kitchen to get busy.

At noon, the three people in the West House were still asleep. Qin Liu cooked dumplings and brought them to Old Man Li, but Old Man Li waved his hand and said that he would wait for everyone to eat together.

Qin Liu went to wash the clothes that the little mute had changed.

There was a lot of dust on the clothes, as well as dark red stains.

What shocked her even more was that there were a lot of bright red blood stains on her shirt!
Qin Liu was stunned.

She remembered that there were no wounds on the little mute who was shirtless just now. Could it be that the blood was stained on it?

She would have to ask him later.

The sun was setting in the west, and Qin Liu finally heard the laughter and slapstick in the west room.

She stood outside the door and smiled: "The sun is going to set! It's time to get up and eat!"

Qin Liu ignored them and went to the kitchen to fry several dishes, cooked dumplings as the staple food, and also got wine.

The meal was brought to the main room. The little mute was fully dressed and sat at the dining table with the two dressed children.Old Man Li also sat in the main seat.

Qin Liu laid out the food and poured wine for Old Man Li and the little mute.

The little mute didn't like to talk. He just toasted to Old Man Li a few times.

After toasting Old Man Li, the little mute toasted to Qin Liu again. Qin Liu was stunned for a moment and then poured himself a drink.

Compared with the countless meal times more than a month ago, there was only one missing Old Man Lou on the table.

Qin Liu felt a little comfortable.

Asking herself, she feels more secure when protected by force.

While eating, Sister Ma Feng came again.

Qin Liu greeted her warmly: "Let's eat together!"

Sister Ma Feng was not polite, found a small bench and sat at the table.

Qin Liu brought bowls and chopsticks and handed them to her.

Sister Ma Feng exulted and said to the little mute: "Did you know? The tax collector in the town was murdered! Just today in broad daylight on the street. The key is, we don't know who did it!"

Qin Liu was so shocked that he dropped his chopsticks to the ground.

The little mute looked at her with a half-smile.

Qin Liu quickly picked up the chopsticks, wiped them and lowered his head to eat.

The little mute took a particularly long bath, and there were fresh blood stains on his clothes... This guy is a murderer, and he killed the tax collector in the middle of a bath? !

Qin Liu ate in a panic, not even bothering to pick up food for Erlang and Dalang.Fortunately, Old Man Li never stopped taking care of these two little guys.

Sister Ma Feng chattered non-stop, mainly pestering the little mute, and occasionally making jokes about the older man.

Zhao Saner came over and called Sister Ma Feng, saying that Ma Yue was looking for her over at the inn. Sister Ma Feng reluctantly got up and left. Before leaving, she said leisurely: "Sister-in-law Li, I really envy you. You don't have to do anything." I’ll have beautiful clothes to wear!”

Qin Liu was stunned.

Just now I was busy going in and out, wiping tables and washing dishes, pouring you water and serving tea, so was I just wiped out?

She didn't care about this little girl.

The little girl has a crush on the little mute and regards herself as her love rival.

Qin Liu helplessly held his forehead.

After working in the kitchen for a long time, she returned to the yard, where the little mute and the two children were still playing.

The little mute is teaching them archery.

"Stop imitating this nonsense and let your little mute brother go back and rest early!"

Dalang was the first to object: "We are not sleepy! We have slept all day."

Erlang echoed: "I'm not sleepy!"

The little mute said: "Practice at night to develop your shooter's intuition."

Qin Liu didn't know what the little mute's archery skills were, so he retorted: "How is that possible?"

Without saying much, the little mute went to get an apple from the table in the main room, asked Qin Liu to stand, and put the apple on her head.

Qin Liu was at a loss.

The little mute walked to the farthest end of the yard, shot an arrow at random with his backhand.

The apple was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, and Qin Liu screamed in fright.Damn it, this little mute madman just shot himself with an arrow!

She screamed and cursed: "You pervert! Madman! Shoot me with an arrow!"

The little mute approached with a confident smile, picked up the apple on the ground that had been pierced by the arrow, rubbed it and took a bite: "I won't hit you."

Qin Liucai didn't believe him. He raised his hand angrily and knocked the apple out of his hand, and took the two children into the house.

Qin Liu's hands trembled slightly with fear, and he arranged for Dalang to paint red.

The little mute walked into the room slowly with a smile, and was stunned when he saw the homework written by Dalang.

"what is this?"

The little mute pointed to the Arabic arithmetic "1+1=2" written by Dalang and asked Qin Liu in surprise.

Qin Liu's heart skipped a beat.

She just saw that Dalang was stupid in mathematics and the numbers in Chinese characters had too many strokes, so she taught Dalang how to add and subtract using Arabic numerals.

Unexpectedly, the little mute noticed it.

She said nonchalantly: "Isn't it just a calculation?"

The little mute is a Mongolian, so she may not be that clear about Han culture, so she thinks she can fool them.

The little mute said nothing.

When the moon was high in the sky, Dalang Erlang finally yawned, and Qin Liu had already dozed several times leaning on the small kang table with his head propped up.

She pulled Erlang, who had stopped screaming from playing with the little mute, and called the older man to the bathroom. She casually said to the little mute, "Go back and rest quickly. I have taken out and washed your bedding and sheets."

By the time she finished bathing with the children, the little mute was already gone.

Qin Liu coaxed the two children to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep.

She was a little worried about the death of the tax collector, and she was still worried about the little mute shooting herself with an arrow in the dark.

She walked toward the backyard.

Before reaching the window of the hut where the little mute lived, I heard Sister Ma Feng's voice in the house - the window on the south side of the hut was wide open.

(End of this chapter)