The wrong marriage: the arrogant husband comes to farm

Chapter 51

Half a month later, Qin Mengyao had very little money left in his hands, except for the money to buy the pots of flower seedlings, and the food and clothing at home were all necessities.And Nancheng Mo was weak, so he couldn't eat too badly, and if his condition got worse, the medical expenses would not be less.

When Qin Mengyao thought of this, he felt a headache. Even mountains of gold and silver can't bear to sit and eat!

But no matter what, I decided not to ask that weird person for money.

In the dead of night, Qin Mengyao was still constantly calculating the various recent expenses in her mind. Although she deliberately saved money, the money still slipped away like running water. She even dreamed of picking up a cornucopia.

There was a hole in the paper window at some point, and the breeze blew in through the hole, carrying a trace of elegant floral fragrance to Qin Mengyao's nose, the fresh breath was refreshing.Smelling the familiar fragrance, Qin Mengyao narrowed his eyes intoxicated, and a burst of inexplicable joy surged in his heart.

"It smells so good," Qin Mengyao took a deep breath.

"It turns out that the Sophora japonica has already bloomed," Nan Cheng Mo rare said, which startled Qin Mengyao.

"Oh, it's actually a pagoda tree. It's so fragrant, it made me think about it for a long time," Qin Mengyao suddenly remembered the big pagoda tree beside the house, which was right in front of him but he didn't notice it. It will take a long time to notice.

"If it wasn't for the scent reminding me, I wouldn't know it's already deep spring." Nan Chengmo couldn't help feeling sad when he thought that he had been away from home for so long.

But this sentence reminded Qin Mengyao that the two had their own concerns, and they didn't go to sleep until late at night.

Early the next morning, Nan Cheng Mo was awakened by the sound of ping-pong-pong.

The originally empty yard was almost occupied by flower seedlings, but now there is only a small open space where there are a few broken pots piled up in a mess, a stove that was dug out from nowhere fell on the ground, and Qin Mengyao was still turning over in the kitchen in disgrace. toss and turn.

Seeing that there were really no more items in the kitchen, he could only stand resentfully in front of a pile of utensils, still chanting words.

"Why are you so nervous in the morning?" Nan Chengmo looked at this scene with a gloomy face, he was getting more and more confused about this woman.What she said was always very puzzling, and she even dared to mention the matter of Ruyi Langjun in front of him, it was really audacious.Today he wants to see what kind of moth this "strange" woman has.

"Oh, you're up, I'm sorry I can't make you breakfast this morning, so I have to wrong you to eat some pancakes first, there are pickles on the table, and I put all the lunch in my bag." Qin Mengyao turned his eyes after finishing speaking Go back to the pile of broken pots in front of you.

"Why did you take out these pots?" Sure enough, curiosity killed the cat, and even Nan Chengmo, who vowed not to say much, couldn't help asking another question.

"Secret it, you'll know when I'm done!" Qin Mengyao smiled mysteriously, and urged Nan Chengmo to finish eating and go to work, while he squatted on the ground and started working. Unfortunately, the stove was missing a leg, so he had to pick it up A stone is placed underneath first.

When Nancheng Mo finished eating and was about to go out, he looked back and saw that she was still writing and drawing on the ground, as if she was about to pile up several broken pots.

Today, those pine mushrooms and fungus were still small, so they just turned over some dried fungus before taking a break. Nan Cheng Mo suddenly remembered the pile of things that Qin Mengyao had been tinkering with early in the morning, so he took advantage of lunch time to go home.

As soon as I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I saw a large pile of Sophora japonica branches on the ground, densely packed with clusters of milky white Sophora japonica flowers.You can smell a fresh fragrance from a distance, which is refreshing.

Qin Mengyao was holding a basket and kept picking off small white flowers. From time to time, there were bees circling among the flowers, which scared her to turn to the other side to continue picking.Not long after, nearly half of the basket of Sophora japonica flowers was filled, and there are still countless flower clusters on the branches of Sophora japonica.From time to time, Qin Mengyao raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead. From a distance, he looked like a butterfly flying among the flowers.

(End of this chapter)