Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

This was the scene when Ji's mother came in. Her daughter was rubbing her body with an expressionless face. There were two marks from the bra on her chest, and marks from the reins on her wrists and hands. The most painful thing was that both sides of her inner thighs were red and swollen, and there were faint spots of blood through the abraded skin. There were also some broken skin!

He ignored her and continued to dress himself. He pushed her away when she came to help him, didn't say a word, and didn't respond when she asked.

She wore a green straight-hem dress, a yellow wide-sleeved shirt, and indoor soft shoes and socks. When Ji's mother didn't get a response and kept apologizing, she saw that her ankles on both sides were also rubbed raw when she saw her putting on socks!

"Nannan..."

Qin Xiuyuan had the quietest meal ever at Ji's house.

Not far from the table were a few large white steamed buns and a broken bowl. Wangcai was lying motionless in the corner, drooling all over the floor.

Does it not want to eat? Or is it afraid? Woohoo! Just as the previous owner's father opened his mouth, the former owner coldly said, "I don't want to hear it." The father then pitifully began to admit his fault, but before he could finish, the big, soft, white bun and the bowl were swept to the ground.

The previous owner's parents were so scared that they even stood on tiptoe. Now it is tall and strong, and its usually arrogant and cold current owner is now whimpering, lowering his head to eat, and not daring to fart.

Another day off followed by a quarterly holiday, giving me three days off. For the past six days, Wangshu had been recuperating and taking a rest. He stayed in his room, didn't speak, and lay quietly. Peach blossoms were brought in twice a day, and when he felt better, he would get up and sort out the accounts.

Ji's father and mother apologized, humbled themselves, and took care of him during his illness. Their tears were almost dry, but he just kept the three "no" attitude: no contact, no talking, and no response.

The female doctor who treated her wouldn't let me touch her, wouldn't let me feed her or dress her, wouldn't let me apply medicine. In a word, when she was awake, she treated you like nothing. At night, after someone fell asleep, I would sneak to my daughter's bedside, touch her thin little face, look at her bruised wrists, and cover my mouth, not daring to cry out loud...

Qin Xiuyuan has been running into his dejected future father-in-law from time to time these days. He learned from Xia Mimi that the two elders are now afraid to go to Erxiang.

"Oh, son-in-law, you don't know. That cousin has been clinging to my wife for a while now, lying there pretending to be weak! Sometimes she says she wants chicken feet, sometimes she wants soup dumplings... Sometimes Taotao doesn't have time to come over to get them, so my wife gives her some first... She also brings braised meat... but she always comes back empty-handed!"

It's no wonder the young lady was angry. Xia Xiaoxiao spread her hands, a look of worry on her face. "The Madam and the Master are kindhearted. My cousin was willing to die for a man. If it weren't for the young lady's kindness and provocation, she would have definitely met her end. Now that she's alive, she didn't get any thanks from her, and she still doesn't know what's good for her!"

Every ten days when dividends were distributed, they were all so happy that they were on cloud nine. But this time, the young lady distributed the money without saying a word, and they almost cried.

As soon as the holiday came, Qin Xiuyuan went to Ji's house.

Originally, Aunt Li came to ask Ji's mother for help in taking care of the two sick children. As a woman, she was not in a position to handle the workload. Seeing her daughter's temper, Ji's mother repeatedly refused.

"Shushu has such a bad temper!" Ji's mother sighed helplessly. She met Qin Xiuyuan in the living room and looked at the draft invitation handed to her without hiding anything from him.

"Xiuyuan, you saw it too. You...in the future..."

I'm afraid life will be difficult.

Asking for a date, commonly known as sending a date or setting a date, involves the man's family selecting an auspicious wedding date, writing the man's and woman's birthdates on red paper (a "date-asking gift"), and then having a matchmaker take it to the woman's family to discuss the wedding date with them. Qin Xiuyuan had sent several dates agreed upon by the monks at Famen Temple, for the Ji family to review first. Later, an experienced matchmaker would be called in to formally set the date.

Qin Xiuyuan nodded. He could see that his future mother-in-law was suffering from her daughter's temper and looked a little haggard. "Aunt, Shushu is used to you putting her first in everything. She will be fine in a few days. Don't worry too much."

After hearing the words of advice, Ji's mother didn't take it too seriously. "Ah, it's just a few more visits, and she's so jealous..."

She had a strange and domineering personality, pushing others and herself into it. When she said that after marriage, he could only have her as his woman, this extended to his entire body and mind, his words and deeds, and there couldn't be a single hair of another woman in his body and mind...

Fortunately, the Ji family is also a family of scholars. She is well-mannered and intelligent, and has never practiced martial arts. He does not need to worry that she will be a "craftsman" like his mother...

Not long after, Qin Xiuyuan recalled his blind guess, touched the slap in the face that he had just been awarded, and laughed. He was a man of literature, haha, he couldn't respond when he was scolded by words, and couldn't fight back when he was slapped by martial arts. He was just an ordinary person who lived in seclusion in the city, a craftsman who was proficient in both literature and martial arts!

At this moment, he tried his best to persuade his future mother-in-law, "Aunt, the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism. When she married a younger generation, her first statement was to serve the elders until their old age. This shows how important the elders are to her. She had been looking forward to riding that day for a long time, including... training until she was exhausted on the racetrack... She just couldn't turn at the right time."

That day, he disagreed with her running the A-Zong race and tried to persuade her to give up the last two laps, but he couldn't persuade her. He couldn't persuade her at all. The way her chest was squeezed so tightly that it felt like walking on flat ground revealed just how determined she was. He felt so suffocated for her... I don't know...

He quickly drank a cup of tea.

"Xiuyuan, you should prepare yourself mentally, alas!"

Spreading out the cursive letter, she initially selected six dates, some this year, some next year, some far away, some near, some early, some late. Ji's mother crossed out the days at the beginning of each month, "For about five consecutive days between the beginning and end of the month, Shushu will not be feeling well."

The West Wing. Scattered papers were scattered about, densely covered with tiny goose-feather handwriting: tiny words: tofu blocks, cubes, sterilize with wine, air dry, mildew proof, salt and cure, one week, bamboo sieve, small jars… the amount of sterilization, the drying time, the mildew condition, the finished product… Wangshu reread the steps of his several attempts at making fermented bean curd and cursed inwardly, "You still want stinky tofu? If this fermented bean curd doesn't turn out well, I'll just throw all these small jars away!"

Qin Xiuyuan asked Taotao to tell her that he wanted to see her. Wangshu didn't expect to see another red shrimp... This guy!!

She looked at herself, dressed for home, a green tube top, a matching waist-length pleated skirt, and a yellow wide-sleeved shirt, looking formal and airtight...

Qin Xiuyuan's blush intensified when he realized someone had misunderstood him, and he quickly said, "Wangshu, it's about asking for an appointment."

I opened it and looked at the wet handwriting. Why did the word "Guishui" make me so embarrassed that I jumped into the pot and rolled around?

He pushed the scattered papers on the table aside to make a space. Then he remembered something, pointed at the pile of papers, and looked at Taotao...

Taotao was almost crying and quickly confessed: "Sister Shushu, it didn't work. Throw it away..."

Don’t try it…it stinks worse than a toilet…my uncle is here, he knows how stinky they are…eating it every day…how can you look at your sister…

Wangshu ignored her. Taotao kept looking back, hesitant at every step. After a while, she returned with a tray, a small dish, a bowl of water, and an empty bowl. The small dish contained a small red and black cube of unknown origin that gave off a strong odor.

Qin Xiuyuan held his breath. He loved cleanliness. Usually, Wangcai would run away to take care of the mess, but this... was even stinkier than Wangcai's!

The girl next to him, although also frowning, came closer and smelled the smell carefully. Ah, Qin Xiuyuan's hair stood on end, and he stretched out his hand to stop her, "Shu Shu!" This is even stinkier than a pit toilet!

Even more shocking things are yet to come.

It smelled bad enough. Wangshu looked at the slightly blackened 'fermented bean curd', picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small corner and put it in his mouth, then spread it with his tongue, "Ugh!"

It smells foul, salty, moldy, and contains unknown particles, but there is no dense fragrance!