Portable Space: The Divine Doctor, Little Farmer's Girl

Chapter 40 Maybe an Idiot
Chapter 40 Maybe an idiot
Long Hao was meditating in the room, and heard her conversation with Yan Shuyun very clearly, he was so annoyed that he almost failed him.

An ignorant country bumpkin, his clothes were made by a famous embroiderer in the Great Chu Dynasty, and they are worth a thousand taels of silver.

If Yan Xiaosi knew that Long Hao's clothes were worth a thousand taels of silver, he would never return Long Hao again. Although the clothes were torn, they were worth at least five taels of silver.

After applying medicine for Yan Shuyun and re-bandaging the wound, Yan Xiaosi went to get the broom and cleaned all the places that Yan Shuyun hadn't cleaned.

She didn't do much work, but she was so tired that she was sweating profusely, and her whole body was sore.

"I'm exhausted, Third Sister, I'll go back to the room to rest for a while, call me if I need something."

Yan Xiaosi felt that he was weaker than Sister Lin, so he informed Yan Shuyun, threw away the broom, walked around into the kitchen, drank a few mouthfuls of well water, then went back to the house, lay down on the floor, and held the corpse for a while Then I don't know when I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already noon, but the three Zhongs hadn't come back yet.

Yan Xiaosi felt a little hungry, got up from the floor, and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook lunch.

In the 21st century, natural gas, liquefied petroleum gas, and briquettes are all burned. Although she grew up in an orphanage, she has never used firewood to cook. Whether she can cook rice with firewood is not clear to her. In the end, I was going to ask Yan Shuyun to give her some guidance.

"Girl, have you seen this man?"

Yan Shuyun was outside the house, Yan Xiaosi was about to call her, when he walked to the kitchen door, he heard a deep male voice from the yard.

The male voice was very low, with a hint of coldness.

Yan Xiaosi immediately sensed that something was wrong, and rushed out of the house, walking to Yan Shuyun's side.

Yan Shuyun was sitting on a stool, mending with something in her hand. Three steps away from her, stood three tall and burly men. Although the three men tried their best to pretend to be ordinary passers-by, Yan Xiaosi could tell at a glance that these three people were not ordinary passers-by.

The facial features of the three men were very deep, their noses were high, and their skin was a bit dark. They didn't look like the people of the Great Chu Dynasty, but they looked like Rong Di.

One of the men held a portrait in his hand, on which was a handsome young man in a black robe.

Although the portrait is a bit abstract, Yan Xiaosi still recognized Long Hao at a glance.

Yan Shuyun had stopped her needlework, and was examining the characters in the portrait with her eyes wide open.

Yan Xiaosi was afraid that she might miss something, so he hurriedly interrupted her train of thought, staring at the portrait and teasing: "The little brother on this painting is so handsome."

In front of the three men, Yan Xiaosi's eyes widened, and he looked at the man on the painting with a nympho.

The three men were taken aback by her actions, and they thought that it is really sick for a man to be infatuated with a man's portrait.

The man holding the portrait gave Yan Xiaosi a disgusted look: "Hey, brat, have you seen the man in this portrait?"

After traveling to the Great Chu Dynasty, Yan Xiaosi hated others calling her a brat. If she had the strength of her previous life, she would definitely take care of the three pigs in front of her.

Forget it, if she doesn't have the strength, she will endure it first.

"I may have seen such a handsome little brother in my dream."

She swallowed at the portrait, with a nympho expression on her face, which made the three men sick.

"A look of nympho, probably an idiot."

The man holding the portrait gave her another disgusted look, put the portrait away, and said coldly: "Forget it, don't talk nonsense with this idiot, let's go in and search."

(End of this chapter)