Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 187
Han Shi was so angry that her chest heaved violently, stared at by Wang Baozhu's vicious eyes, she didn't dare to step forward to tear her up, so she could only keep cursing: "You are not as good as a beast, you dare to kill your mother, look at what you can do!" , come here and strangle the old lady."

Wang Baozhu's face was sullen and angry, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he screamed. When the poison broke out, his whole body was like a raging fire, and it seemed that there were countless ants eating her bones and flesh. .

"Solution, antidote, antidote, antidote, antidote!"

Wang Baozhu was rolling on the ground in pain. Hearing her horrific wailing, the villagers felt horrified, and persuaded them one after another: "Jiu Niang, give her the antidote, it's too scary."

Rong Jiudao: "There is only one bottle of antidote, which has already been eaten by Mrs. Han, so there is no more."

Wang Baozhu was drenched in cold sweat, looking very embarrassed, begging: "Go and refine the medicine, please, I am in so much pain, so much pain!"

"Some herbs have been used up, and it will take a month to prepare an antidote."

Preparing the antidote is only a matter of a day or two, Rong Jiu said this deliberately, just to teach Wang Baozhu a lesson, so as not to come to her again.

It was noon after this commotion, and Rong Jiu asked Mrs. Han to carry Wang Baozhu back so as not to delay Lu Hui's work.

When I went back, I walked around to the medicine field. The herbs I planted with Shen Cheng last time had already survived. I thought that in a few days, the shopkeepers of the major medical centers would come to order typhoid medicine. After lunch, I went up to the mountain to collect herbs with bamboo baskets on my back, and didn't come back until sunset.

Rong Jiu cleaned the medicinal herbs and dried them on the wooden shelf, when Xiaohui suddenly flew over, screaming "coo coo coo".

There was a smile in Rong Jiu's eyes, and he took Xiaohui back to the house, opened the letter paper and saw that it was Shen Cheng's self-portrait.

Rong Jiu grinned, and also drew a picture. When Shen Cheng received it and unfolded it, his handsome face flushed red, and instantly turned dark again.

It was actually a erotic picture!

It's still his female erotic picture!
Shen Cheng's face was blushing, he picked up his pen and dipped in the ink, but he didn't know what to write, his mind was full of charming and sly smiles.

After finally writing, he crumpled up the note and threw it away, took out a piece of letter paper again, and when he finished writing, he frowned, crumpled it up and threw it away, and so on, writing one piece and throwing the other away.

Rong Jiu waited for a long time before seeing Xiao Huifei come back, he was overjoyed and couldn't wait to unfold it.

Shen Cheng: My husband can't sleep at night, how can Ah Jiu comfort him?
Oops, the beauty is angry!

Rong Jiu: Shen Cheng, I miss you.

There was a smile in Shen Cheng's eyes, like someone drowning in the sea: Wait for me to come back.

Suddenly recalling last night, she endured her drowsiness, with her eyes half-opened and half-closed, and added a pen: Go to bed early.

Rong Jiu wrote back: I don't want to sleep, I want to sleep with you.

Shen Cheng's mind fluttered slightly, Ah Jiu was always able to tug at his heartstrings so easily.

Shen Cheng's ears were flushed, his eyes fell on the erotic picture next to him, his eyes were deep like a whirlpool, and he missed her more and more.

The night was silent and silent, and the few shadows outside the window were slanting, reflecting on the ground, making the moonlight even colder.

Rong Jiu was lying on the bed, without that warm embrace, even though he was deeply sleepy, he couldn't fall asleep at all, so he simply moved out of the big box under the bed, hugged a piece of cotton cloth, and wanted to make clothes for the beautiful husband.

But she didn't know how to sew, so she decided to make a pajamas.

Rong Jiu became more and more busy, refining typhoid medicine during the day and making clothes for Shen Cheng at night.

Two days later, it was Shen Cheng's day to rest and take a bath, Rong Jiu looked at the crookedly sewn pajamas and felt happy.

But before Shen Cheng came back, Steward Su rushed over in a hurry: "Jiu Niang, something happened, something serious happened."

(End of this chapter)