I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

"Fu Jichang, stand up straight!" Ji Xiaobei's roar came again.

Fu Jichang was so frightened that he straightened up straight.

In the gusts of wind, Ji Xiaobei smelled the scent of agarwood again.

"Xiaoyaozi, do you like incense?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

"dislike!"

"You smell something. What's that?"

"It's manly!" Fu Jichang said bluntly.

Ji Xiaobei listened to his joking words and cursed in his heart, "What a frivolous thing."

She loosened the reins in her left hand and pushed Fu Jichang...

"Get down here, you!"

Fu Jichang rolled off Ma Debiao, he screamed, lowered his head and bent over, then did a somersault and stood steadily on the ground.

Ma Debiao's body tilted, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Can the master and that half-master be a little more reliable?

I'm not a war donkey, how can I play like this...

Ji Xiaobei carefully identified the smell in her mind. Yes, she was sure it was the smell of agarwood.

The last time I was rescued by Fu Jichang, it was definitely not the first time I smelled it, otherwise it wouldn’t be so familiar.

But she couldn't remember where she had smelled it.

She turned over, ran to Fu Jichang, and asked, "Is that agarwood on you?"

Fu Jichang was not surprised at all and nodded and said yes.

"Why do we use agarwood to fumigate clothes?" Ji Xiaobei asked puzzledly.

"I have been allergic to eggs since I was a child. I developed rashes on my body after eating them. My mother said that agarwood can regulate all unbalanced qi, clear the nose and calm the mind, so I brought it with me."

Okay! This one doesn't sound flawed.

Fu Jichang reached out to pull his clothes, wanting to take off his sachet and show it to her, but when he looked up again, Ji Xiaobei had already turned and left.

"Hey, let me show you the sachet. The one I have is real agarwood!"

Fu Jichang chased after him for a few steps, carrying the sachet.

"No, I'm not interested in men's things!" Ji Xiaobei walked away without looking back.

Fu Jichang had no choice but to put the sachet away.

When the two men and the donkey entered the village, it was already getting a little dark.

Ji Xiaobei saw a man standing at the door of his house from afar, looking inside.

"Is that a little beggar?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

"Yes!" Fu Jichang's face froze.

There's news so soon? The little beggar is quite good at finding out news.

Fu Jichang took a few quick steps, thrust the reins into Ji Xiaobei's hands and said, "Take Ma Debiao back. The little beggar is here to see me."

Ji Xiaobei took the reins and Fu Jichang took a few quick steps towards the little beggar.

The little beggar saw Ji Xiaobei entering the alley and waved to her.

Fu Jichang thought to himself that the little beggar really did bring news.

He raised his hand and waved at the little beggar, and his steps became more hurried.

The little beggar came running over, passing by Fu Jichangcun and going straight towards Ji Xiaobei.

Fu Jichang was surprised: This?

"Are you looking for me?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

Yeah, the little beggar nodded.

"What's the matter?" Ji Xiaobei asked curiously.

The little beggar glanced at Fu Jichang, then pulled Ji Xiaobei away and said, "There are some refugees in town. Your shop in town may be in danger."

Ji Xiaobei was stunned: What, refugees? Where did the refugees come from?

The little beggar shook his head. He didn't know where the refugees came from, but he saw that at night the refugees would sneak into unoccupied shops to live...

Ji Xiaobei looked back at Fu Jichang and said, “My current shop is rented to him.”

In theory, this matter has nothing to do with me, but those grains are good things...

She made up her mind silently and said with a smile: "My cousin Yaozi, Xiaoqi...oh no, did you hear what Ahqi said?"

Little beggar: Ah Qi, who is Ah Qi? I am Ah Qi?

Fu Jichang thought for a moment and said, "I will go and dispose of the grain now."

“Hey, hey, hey!” Ji Xiaobei waved his hands and said, “It’s not possible now. There are so many people on the street. It’s easy for something to happen. Let’s wait until night time!”

Fu Jichang nodded. It would be easy to expose himself if he handled so much grain openly. What Ji Xiaobei said made sense.

The little beggar followed them slowly.

Ji Xiaobei turned around and asked curiously, "I've brought your message, why aren't you leaving yet?"

The little beggar's black eyes rolled around and he said, "I am a beggar now. You have given me a name, so shouldn't I be in your house?"

Ji Xiaobei: “Ah…”

The little beggar stood up straight and said seriously, "Your female donkey is called Ji Decai, your male donkey is called Ma Debiao, and he is called Yaozi. Aren't they all names given by you?"

While having dinner that day, he and Heita had a great chat.

So, he knew the names of all the members of Ji Xiaobei's family and their origins.

"Then you..." Ji Xiaobei stretched out her hand to stop him, but he actually slipped under her arm and went straight to Ji Xiaobei's house.

Ji Decai: Ah... uh...

Ji Xiaocai: Uh...uh...

Welcomed Aqi.

Including the hens that were forced to lay eggs in the backyard, they took the opportunity to make a few cackling sounds.

Lin was cooking in the yard. Seeing the child coming again, she felt a little unhappy.

But she suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Ji Xiaobei might have to go to the county to negotiate with the upstream merchant because of the flower matter.

Xiaobei said that if you want to do business with big merchants, you have to have good relationships with them.

Lin's mind worked quickly and a smile appeared on her face.

"My child, you are here. I will make you something delicious tonight. You are so sweaty. Have some herbal tea and take a rest first! It's dark now. Go and make another pot of herbal tea."

Lin ordered Heita, who was standing in the yard with a surprised look on his face.

Heita agreed, put down the axe in his hand, and went to the kitchen to pour tea.

The little beggar said sweetly: "Thank you, Auntie, you can just call me Aqi!"

"Oh, good, beggar!" Mrs. Lin looked at the little beggar who was sitting lazily on the stone bench.

She continued to praise him, "What a good child you are. You have beautiful eyes and eyebrows. I can tell from the looks of it that you are destined to be rich and powerful... Well, wait for your aunt to cook for you!"

Mrs. Lin was at a loss for words and didn't know how to praise anymore, so she hurried to light the fire.

"Auntie, please do something else. I'll help you light the fire!" Aqi jumped down from the stone bench, ran to the stove and started to light the fire.

Mrs. Lin was unwilling to do so and hurriedly waved her hand and said, "No need."

Unexpectedly, Aqi skillfully stuffed the firewood into the stove and fanned it with a fan, and the fire in the stove burned vigorously.

Mrs. Lin smiled and praised: "I didn't expect that a child from a rich family would be able to do this. It's really rare. If you ask me, children from rich families are sensible. This child is really sensible..."

The little beggar took a look at his tattered clothes...

Ji Xiaobei brought Ma Debiao in and saw Lin and the little beggar cooking. It was a scene of a loving son and a filial mother. If you didn't know, you would think they were real mother and son.

"Okay, Aqi, go over there and drink some water. Heizi will pour some water for you!" Mrs. Lin looked kind.

Ji Xiaobei: The style of the painting is wrong. Was Lin drugged by the little beggar?

The little beggar blinked at Ji Xiaobei who was standing at the door, then sat down on the stone bench, crossed his legs and drank tea...