The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Chuyi suddenly felt an irresistible urge in his chest, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch the silky white hair and feel its softness.

"Chuyi, hide behind me." Wen Qingcheng muttered in her sleep, and her fingers twitched slightly.

Chuyi's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. She was still thinking about protecting him in her dream. Chuyi didn't know whether to be angry or laugh for a moment.

"Silly boy, I should be the one protecting you. A girl doesn't need to be so stubborn."

Chuyi reached out and gently touched Wen Qingcheng's cheek. His slender fingers stroked her delicate skin, and his fingertips felt the softness and gentleness.

Although he enjoyed the touch, he was afraid of waking her up, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Chuyi returned to her room and took out the wooden hairpin that she had spent several days carefully carving. A magnolia flower vividly bloomed on the head of the hairpin. She then took some sandpaper and began to grind and polish it carefully.

The next day, when Wen Qingcheng woke up, it was already noon. She stretched and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Why did I sleep for so long?"

I lifted the door curtain and glanced towards Ye Xiuying's room. The bed in the room was neatly made. I guess she had already gone to the construction site.

She walked to the yard and prepared to fetch water to wash her face, and found Chuyi in the yard. When he saw Wen Qingcheng coming out, he walked towards her with a silly smile on his face, stopped in front of her, and kept a very close distance from Wen Qingcheng.

Wen Qingcheng only felt a strong masculine scent on her face. In her previous life, she didn't like physical contact with people, but at this moment, she somewhat enjoyed this moment of intimacy.

Suddenly she felt her hair tighten, and Wen Qingcheng reached out to touch it, and found a wooden hairpin.

Chuyi took a step back and looked at Wen Qingcheng wearing the hairpin he made himself, feeling full of satisfaction.

The sunlight shone through her hair, shining with golden light. Chuyi thought he had seen countless beauties since childhood, but the Wen Qingcheng in front of him had no decorations on her head, only a peach wood magnolia hairpin. She was as beautiful as an uncut jade, exuding a simple and pure charm.

Wen Qingcheng took the hairpin out of curiosity and saw that it was a magnolia hairpin made of peach wood. She liked it, but also found it incredible.

"Chuyi, did you do this?"

"Hehehe, my lady is pretty." Chuyi smiled innocently.

"The masters are among the people."

Wen Qingcheng liked this gift very much and inserted it diagonally into her hair facing her reflection in the water.

Chuyi was very satisfied with Wen Qingcheng's reaction. The next second, Wen Qingcheng said excitedly: "Master of folk crafts, if you make various shapes and sell them at the market, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

Initial·Folk Crafts Master·One: "......"

Chuyi had a silly smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a hint of doting. This little money-grubber could associate everything with making money. Do you think anyone can wear the hairpin I made?

Wen Qingcheng finished washing up and sat in front of the mirror. She put a hair bun on top of her hair and put it up in a bun. She picked up the hairpin and looked at it carefully. The carved magnolia flower was so lifelike. Was he... really a fool?

After thinking for a while, Wen Qingcheng put on the hairpin. Although she didn't know why Chuyi concealed the fact that he had recovered, no matter what his purpose was, Wen Qingcheng felt that he was not an enemy.

After a simple breakfast, Wen Qingcheng took Chuyi to the construction site. Chuyi looked at Wen Qingcheng wearing the hairpin she had made herself, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became. There was a smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows all the way.

When they arrived at the new house, Master Guo and the craftsmen were busy working. Ye Xiuying was about to go home to prepare lunch for the workers when she came out of the yard with a gloomy face.

Wen Qingcheng and the others happened to arrive, and seeing that Ye Xiuying looked a little strange, they quickly walked over. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Who made you unhappy?"

"Who else could it be? The people from the old house came and insisted on staying here to work. We couldn't drive them away."

Hearing this, Wen Qingcheng's face changed instantly. "What a dog-skin plaster. After the last incident, the whole village knows that the two sides have torn their faces apart, and you still have the nerve to come."

Ye Xiuying curled her lips, "They just want to be clever. They think that if they do the work, they can get a bargain on the house."

"You're still planning on taking over the new house? How shameless! We can't let them stay here. If something unexpected happens, it will all be our fault."

Wen Qingcheng finished speaking, pulled Chuyi and walked quickly into the door. Seeing her daughter was angry, Ye Xiuying was afraid that something had happened, so she didn't care about cooking and followed her in.

In the yard, Zhang Sufen and Zhao Chunhua were still busy doing their bricklaying work, but were looked down upon by Master Guo's two apprentices.

"Who asked you to be here?" Wen Qingcheng asked solemnly.

"Qingcheng, you're here. After all, we are a family. How can we not come for such a big event as building your house?"

Wen Qingcheng rolled her eyes. "How can we say we are a family? When my mother was seriously ill, she thought we were a burden and we left the house empty-handed. Now that we are building a new house and our lives are getting better and better, you think of us as a family again?"

"Qingcheng, we are your elders after all. Is this how you talk to your elders?"

"Stop acting like an elder here. Do you deserve respect? Why didn't you call yourself an elder when you framed us? Get out of here right now. Are you waiting for me to ask Chuyi to throw you all out?"

Zhao Chunhua's face turned a little ugly. If it wasn't for the money, she would not have come to suffer this humiliation. Her husband and elder brother couldn't save face and let the two sisters-in-law come. Doesn't she have any face?

I have been humble since yesterday and have already apologized. What else do Ye Xiuying and the others want to do? They are putting on airs.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. His face darkened immediately: "Ye Xiuying, you have the money to build a big house, you are so happy, but your mother-in-law eats coarse food all day and doesn't care about anything. People outside say that we are intolerant and drive you out. Who knows how much money you have taken away."

Ye Xiuying was so angry that she saw stars, her head buzzed, and all the blood rushed to her face. She said with a red face: "This is the money my daughter earned from practicing medicine and saving lives. We had no savings when we left."

"She can cure diseases? I watched her grow up, she doesn't know any medical skills, she can only talk nonsense."

Wen Qingcheng frowned and said to Chuyi, "Chuyi, throw these two crazy women out!"

Chuyi received the order and immediately stepped forward, carrying the two men, one on each shoulder, and prepared to throw them outside.

Zhang Sufen and Zhao Chunhua both screamed like pigs being slaughtered, "Murder! A fool murdered someone."

Villagers passing by in the village all leaned in to take a look. Third Uncle and cousin Wen Zhuo had come to see the progress of the new house, but before they even entered the door, they heard the crying of Zhang Sufen and Zhao Chunhua.

Third Uncle looked at the villagers gathered at the door and felt a little embarrassed. He strode in, his face dark, and shouted angrily, "Shut up! Why are you howling? You're making a fool of yourself!"

"Uncle San, please save us quickly. This idiot is going to kill someone." Zhao Chunhua cried out as she was awkwardly carried by Chuyi.

"Shut up! You two bitches, you feel uncomfortable if you don't cause trouble for a day."