Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

Zhao Ze had never stayed in someone else's home until dark, let alone a lesbian's home.

After helping Shi Yan to mix the hot water for her bath, Zhao Ze said he wanted to fluff the cotton for a while. But when Shi Yan entered the thatched bathroom, the sound of water splashing onto the stone slabs was heard, and Zhao Ze's attention could not help but fly in a certain direction.

As a young man in his twenties full of vigor and vitality, Zhao Ze could not help but have some bad thoughts, but he was not the kind of person who would take advantage of others' misfortune and look down on others. He walked to the gate of the courtyard stiffly, opened it to one side, and let the evening breeze blow into the yard, taking away the dryness on his face.

Zhao Ze stood at the gate of the courtyard enjoying the cool breeze for half an hour. The door of the bathroom was also opened. Shi Yan was wearing the most ordinary pajamas with long sleeves and long pants. Her hair was tied into a bun. Her little face was rosy like a pink apple, making her look even younger.

"Xiao Lian, now that you're out, I'll change the medicine for you and then I'll go back."

Hearing the noise, Zhao Ze consciously walked back to the middle of the yard, stretched out his hand to pull the person aside to sit down, checked Shi Yan's palm, and saw that although the wound was still a little red, it was no longer bleeding. He was finally relieved.

After carefully applying the medicine to Shi Yan, Zhao Ze reluctantly returned home.

Shi Yan lay back on the bed, feeling particularly good. With the moonlight coming in from the window, she looked at her palm wrapped in gauze and poked it with her intact hand. The wound on her palm no longer hurt, but instead felt a little itchy. It was obvious that the wound was growing. Who knows, the wound might have healed by the time she woke up tomorrow.

Thinking about how Zhao Ze was worried about her getting hurt today and pretending to be calm while calling her name, Shi Yan couldn't help but smile.

Have a good night...

the next day;

Shi Yan was awakened by a knock on the door. She checked who was outside the yard, got up from the bed lazily, and kicked and stomped to open the door. Zhao Ze, who was holding dishes outside the door, appeared in front of her.

"Xiao Lian, my mother made some hand-rolled noodles today. I brought them to you specially. I also got you some water so you can wash up."

Zhao Ze behaved very virtuously. After putting down the dishes, she went to the house to get a washbasin and towel, and added hot water to the basin. Her movements were done in one go and were very skillful.

"Xiao Lian, wash up first. I'll light the stove and boil some water for you."

Lighting the fire, putting in firewood, fanning... Zhao Ze completed all this very quickly, only to realize that there was no movement from the person behind him. Turning around, he discovered that Shi Yan was staring at him with strange eyes.

Zhao Ze felt a little guilty and stuttered when he spoke: "Xiao, Xiaolian, what's wrong? Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Shi Yan: "No, I just think you are very familiar with my family."

"Really? Aren't these things all carried in by me? I've had a good memory since I was a child, so I naturally know where they are."

"Okay, you'd better wash up quickly before the water gets cold. Is it inconvenient to wring out the towel? I'll wring it for you."

Zhao Ze first fetched some well water to wash his hands, then he wrung out a towel for Shi Yan and asked her to wipe her face.

It was also Zhao Ze’s first time to take care of someone. While Shi Yan was washing up, he kept observing Shi Yan’s expression. Seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Shi Yan started to eat breakfast, Zhao Ze moved cotton out of the house again and continued to make the second quilt that Shi Yan wanted.

As the saying goes: first time is new, second time is familiar. Today Zhao Ze worked much faster than yesterday. By noon, the new quilt had reached the final step.

Lunch was still brought to Zhao Ze after he returned home. Maybe it was because he was too tired from working in the fields today, but Liu Cuimiao, who said she could help yesterday, never showed up.

It was dark when Shi Yan finished washing up again. Zhao Ze changed the bandage for Shi Yan. Looking at the scarred wound, Zhao Ze sprinkled a thick layer of medicine powder on it as if nothing had happened. Then he wrapped it with several layers of gauze. He didn't dare to look at Shi Yan and just coughed lightly a few times.

"You still can't touch water to your wound, and you can't exert force. You should wait for me to bring you food tomorrow. I will do the work in the yard. I will take your changed clothes back and let my mother wash them for you."

Zhao Ze worked quickly today. Shi Yan's bedding and his own were all ready. He had no other excuse to come here every day, so he had to use the excuse that Shi Yan's hand injury had not healed yet to find a chance to spend more time with Shi Yan.

Shi Yan knew very well whether her hand was healed or not, but seeing Zhao Ze showing his poor acting skills in front of her, she couldn't help but smile secretly, but finally nodded and agreed.

However, injuries will always heal one day. Shi Yan was able to pretend that she knew nothing at first, but after a long time it would seem deliberate, so after almost a week of having everything provided for her, Shi Yan's hand finally healed.

As time passed, the weather became colder and colder. Finally, it was New Year's Day. The work in the fields was finished, and the loudspeaker in the village, which was not sounded once a year, began to make a "sizzling" sound of electricity early in the morning.

"Villagers of Taohua Village, it is harvest time again. Please bring your household items to the village threshing ground to receive this year's grain rations."

"Villagers of Taohua Village, it is harvest time again. Please bring your household items to the threshing ground in the village to receive this year's grain rations.

"................"

When the loudspeaker sounded, Shi Yan was sitting in the yard, wrapped in a long cotton-padded jacket she had made herself, eating the rice porridge brought by Zhao Ze. Although the loudspeaker announced that the village was going to distribute grain, Shi Yan had been in Taohua Village for less than half a year and had never worked in the fields for a day, so naturally the distribution of grain had nothing to do with her.

She ate the porridge peacefully, and prepared to wait for everyone to go and distribute the food. Then she would go for a walk in the mountains. The weather was cold now, and the animals in the mountains had to come out to find food to survive the winter. Although it was dangerous, there could be unexpected gains.

The noise outside the yard gradually grew louder, and it was obvious that the villagers had already set out to the threshing ground.

Shi Yan waited until there was no sound outside before opening the door, leaving the yard and walking towards the back mountain.

It was already winter, and most of the vegetation on the back mountain had withered and died. Walking in the woods, the dry leaves would make crackling sounds with every step. In the deserted forest, the only sounds were the wind and the crackling of leaves. Shi Yan didn't use her special abilities at the moment, and it sounded quite cautious.

When the tall trees around her gradually turned into waist-high shrubs, Shi Yan realized that she had now entered the deep mountains.

For safety reasons, Shi Yan slowly spread her special powers and began to observe the situation in the surrounding mountains and forests.

There were quite a few wild animals roaming in the mountains at this time, but they were relatively scattered. There happened to be a wild boar near her, so Shi Yan quickly changed direction and headed towards the location of the wild boar.