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"You haven't finished eating yet?" Just then, a woman in her forties walked in. As she walked in, she said, "It's almost dark, you guys are eating late."

"Aunt Wu, you are here. Have you eaten?" The girl quickly stood up and greeted her. The awkward atmosphere was instantly diluted.

"I've eaten." Aunt Wu took the stool the girl handed to her, sat down and said to Qian Mingduo, "I just went to the young master's house to look for you, and when I saw you were not at home, I knew you must be with old man Ren, so I came here."

"Looking for me?" Qian Mingduo asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Mr. Zhou, you dare not address me like that," Aunt Wu waved her hands and said, "I am a rustic village woman, how dare I address you as 'you'? Mr. Zhou, you are embarrassing me."

"You are much older than me," Qian Mingduo said calmly, "You are worthy of the word 'you'."

"Aunt Wu," the girl asked softly, "What do you want to talk to the young master about?"

"Oh. That's right." Aunt Wu said with a smile, "My sister's son, my nephew, is getting married in a few days. I would like you to write a poem about Shen Tu and Yu Lei. I would also like to ask you to write a letter to welcome the bride and a poem to urge the bride to get married."

"Of course!" Qian Mingduo knew that in ancient society, few people were educated and few could write their own names. Especially in the countryside, when something happened at home and something needed to be written, they would ask for help from scholars in the village or outside the village who could read and write.

"When is it?" the girl said happily, "I remember Gousheng'er was one year younger than me. Is he getting married so soon?"

"On the second day of next month," Aunt Wu said, "my sister has promised her daughter to Gousheng'er's wife's brother." Aunt Wu said with a little embarrassment, "It's like an exchange marriage, and the date is set by them. Besides, Gousheng'er is already grown up, he should have gotten married long ago."

Aunt Wu looked at the girl and said, "You are old enough to get married. You are so beautiful. The people who come to propose marriage must have trampled the door of your house brightly, right?"

"I'm not in a hurry yet," the girl glanced at Qian Mingduo shyly, "there haven't been many people proposing marriage yet."

"Why is there no one here?" Aunt Wu said jokingly, "We are from the same village. Don't you know what you are thinking?"

"What could I possibly think about?" The girl blushed. She quickly cleaned up the dishes and turned into the kitchen.

Aunt Wu stood up and said, "I wanted to greet you first, and I'm sorry to bother you to keep this in mind."

"Yes," Qian Mingduo nodded and said, "I'll make a note of it. Just come to me when the time comes."

Aunt Wu left with many thanks.

The next morning, Qian Mingduo was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. He put on his clothes and walked towards the gate.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?" Qian Mingduo asked unhappily, "It's not even daybreak yet, and you're knocking on the door."

"Brother Zhou Jun," the girl urged outside the door.

The girl carried two more buckets of water and said coquettishly as she passed by Qian Mingduo, "Lazy pig."

After Qian Mingduo finished washing up, he took a small stool and sat at the door of the hall to watch the girl water the vegetables.

In this quiet little courtyard in the countryside, the girl is wearing coarse clothes from the countryside, but her stunning appearance cannot be concealed. She walks towards the vegetable patch holding a bucket, and the morning light reflects her graceful figure.

The girl bends down to pick up the bucket, exerts her strength with her arms, and pours water onto the dry land. Her eyes are focused and gentle, and her coarse clothes flutter in the wind, blending with the pastoral scenery to form a beautiful picture.

"I don't want to call you Hongchang like the old man does," Qian Mingduo said to the girl, "I want to call you a name that only exists between the two of us."

"Then what do you want to call me?" The girl straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hands. "But that's what everyone else calls me. Do you have any bad intentions?"

"How could I have any bad intentions?" Qian Mingduo handed a piece of clean cotton cloth to the girl. "In order to distinguish ourselves from others, we should address each other differently from others." He took the cotton cloth that the girl had wiped with, put it in front of his nose and smelled it. "Did you put on powder today? Why does it smell so good?"

"Where can I get the spare money to buy those things?" The girl's face turned slightly red.

"You didn't put on any powder, so why does this cloth smell so good?" Qian Mingduo sniffed it again. It was a refreshing orchid fragrance, like the sweet and mysterious rose in the morning, which was intoxicating.

"Why do you keep smelling this cloth?" The girl said coyly, "Maybe you put some perfume on this cloth, so it smells so good."

"Nonsense!" Qian Mingduo said loudly, "I have never seen what a fragrant soap looks like, where does the fragrant soap come from?"

"Let me smell it," Qian Mingduo approached the girl, "Just smell it."

"What are you going to do?" The girl took a step back in fear. "What on earth are you going to do?"

"I don't want to do anything," Qian Mingduo said, "I just want to confirm whether you put on makeup today. What? If you did, you don't dare to admit it?"

"You're so annoying," the girl said angrily, stamping her feet. "Where can I get the money to sell rouge and powder?"

"It's possible that you secretly saved up money to buy it, or it's possible that you stole the money from the old man's buyer to buy it." Qian Mingduo deliberately teased the girl. "It's hard to say, right?"

"Brother Zhou Jun," the girl shook her lips and said with her head down, "I... my body has been giving off some smell since I was a child, but I have gotten used to this smell and I don't know what it smells like. I don't know if it's fragrant or... or something else."

"It must be fragrant," Qian Mingduo said excitedly, "You wiped your forehead with cotton cloth, and the whole cotton cloth smelled fragrant. But..."

"But what?" The girl looked up with her beautiful eyes flashing.

"But I need to be sure."

"How can you be sure?"

"Just let me smell it."

"Why do you smell it?" the girl asked innocently.

Qian Mingduo walked around the girl, and he kept sighing in his heart, "Even a coarse cloth skirt can't hide a girl's beautiful figure."

The girl had a graceful figure, with a waist as slender as a willow, yet strong. Her long legs were straight and well-proportioned, and every step she took was like a light dance step.

Her shoulders and neck are graceful and smooth, as noble and elegant as a swan. Her slender waist and perky hips outline a charming curve that makes it hard to look away.

"Let me smell your neck, so I can confirm whether what you said is true or false." Qian Mingduo suppressed his excitement and tried to make his voice smoother.

"Okay." The girl turned around and slowly lowered her head.