You are unlucky and I am tough

The two "prodigies" who were driven away went home.

Cheng Wanpeng met Qian Xifeng on the road not far from his home. As soon as Qian Xifeng saw him, she stood aside, looking at him nervously and shyly, with admiration in her eyes.

She was on good terms with Cheng Jinxiu and praised her in every way, not just because Cheng Jinxiu's family was rich, but also for Cheng Wanpeng, to leave a good impression in front of his family, and also to be able to see Cheng Wanpeng from time to time.

She has liked Cheng Wanpeng since she was a child and wanted to marry him.

"Brother Wan Peng..."

When the person came closer, Qian Xifeng shouted at the top of her voice, but Cheng Wanpeng seemed to have not seen her at all and walked past her angrily.

Looking at the person walking away, her eyes suddenly turned red with grievance.

On the other side, Cheng Caijun was like an emperor when he returned home. Hu Chunhua immediately took out the hidden tea leaves and a set of tea sets, made tea for his beloved son, and instructed his two daughters to clean his room.

Cheng Caijun has a separate room at home. The sheets and quilts he uses are all new. There is a desk and bookshelf in the room for him to read and write when he goes home. There are many books on the bookshelf, and the four treasures of the study are placed on the table.

As long as Cheng Caijun doesn't come back, Hu Chunhua won't let anyone else enter the room.

Hu Chunhua would say that her son must have a hard time studying because he was thin, and then she would ask if he was hungry, constantly asking about his well-being.

Cheng Caijun drank his tea and answered questions one by one with a very indifferent attitude. He didn't even give his brothers and sisters at home a single extra glance.

Hu Chunhua didn't care about her son's attitude at all, and she even showed off to her neighbors with a beaming face that her son, a boy student, had returned.

She felt that her son, a scholar who would become a high-ranking official in the future, should be aloof and proud. It would be best for him to ignore these people in the village, so as not to be associated with poverty and bad luck.

After showing off to her neighbors, Hu Chunhua took out another hundred coins and gave them to Cheng Lao Da in public.

"Dad, go ask the hunter in the village if he has any meat. Our Jun'er studies so hard, he needs meat every time he stews to have energy."

The meat she brought back from the Wei family yesterday was eaten up by the family of more than ten people for breakfast and lunch. If she had known her son would come back today, she would have saved it for him. She felt sad just thinking about it.

Cheng Caijun has long been accustomed to having the whole family revolve around him when he gets home. After drinking a cup of tea, he goes back to his room, sits at the desk and starts reading.

He just flipped through a few pages and put it down again, then spread out the paper and picked up the pen to write down the poem that Cheng Shuang had just mocked him.

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Not long after Cheng Shuang returned home, her stomach started to feel uncomfortable again. She went back to her room and lay on the bed to rest. She also bought a hot pack to stick on her abdomen. After lying down for a while, she still hadn't fallen asleep when Cheng Pan knocked on the door.

"Sister, Zhao Xiuwen from next door is knocking on the door."

The courtyard door of her house was not locked. She heard someone knocking on the door and went to take a look. Through the gap in the door that was not closed tightly, she saw Zhao Xiuwen outside.

The scholars in the village were all rich and powerful, and she didn't dare to face them alone, so she ran to knock on the door and called Cheng Shuang.

Cheng Shuang didn't know that her original body's reputation as a husband-killer was somewhat related to Zhao Xiuwen, and her original body had no connection with him in their memories.

She didn't understand what this man was going to do. In addition, she had a stomachache and was in a bad mood, so she opened the door with caution and precaution.

Looking at the scholar outside the door, Cheng Shuang said in a calm voice, "Zhao Tongsheng, my husband is not at home. It's not appropriate for a scholar like you to knock on my door so rashly."

Zhao Xiuwen didn't know that Wei Qinglang was not at home. He asked his father before coming over. His father said that several hunters in the village were waiting for Wei Qinglang to go up the mountain together next time.

So there have been people guarding the foot of the mountain these days. Wei Qinglang didn't go up the mountain, and his family didn't farm, so he should be at home now.

Hearing Cheng Shuang say that he was not at home, he immediately took two steps back and bowed, "I am sorry for being rude. I didn't know that Brother Wei was not at home. I am leaving now. Madam Wei, please don't blame me."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Cheng Shuang was even more confused by his behavior. What was wrong with this guy?

Wei Qinglang's journey into the mountains went smoothly. He walked fast alone and found a place with sufficient sunlight on the outskirts of the old forest. He first cut the weeds with a sickle, and then planted sweet potatoes and potatoes with a hoe.

After planting, he planted the fruit tree seedlings nearby and left marks nearby.

After finishing his work, Wei Qinglang went for a walk in the old forest to try his luck, but unfortunately he didn't find any Gastrodia elata. Finally, seeing that it was getting late, he shot a pheasant and went back.

He went down the mountain by the same route and was not seen by the villagers going up the mountain. It was quite convenient to live at the foot of Zhushan Mountain now. He didn't have to walk through half of the village to come down the mountain like before.

Wei Qinglang came down from the bamboo mountain carrying the pheasant. He saw Cheng Chen and Cheng Xu digging earthworms by the river with several other children. He called them back and went home together.

As soon as they entered the door, Cheng Pan, who was chopping grass in the yard to feed the chickens and ducks, stood up.

"Brother-in-law, you're back!"

"Yeah." Wei Qinglang nodded and closed the door. Seeing Cheng Pan seemed to be hesitant to speak, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"My elder sister said she has a stomachache and has slept all afternoon. Would you like to ask Doctor Wang to come and see her?"

Wei Nanxing also walked out of the main hall. "Do you want to see Doctor Wang? I'll go get him."

He went to the county town and bought a bow and arrow today. He originally wanted to try it out when he got home, but when he learned that his sister-in-law was not feeling well, he was afraid of disturbing her rest, so he put the bow and arrow aside for the time being.

"I'll go take a look. It should be fine. Don't worry." Wei Qinglang handed the pheasant to his brother and said to Cheng Pan, "I'll make soup with this pheasant for your sister tonight."

After saying that, Wei Qinglang washed his hands and pushed the door open and walked into the room.

Inside the room, Cheng Shuang was still sleeping with a pillow in her arms.

Wei Qinglang walked lightly, carefully examining the room, which looked a little different from this morning. The items on both desks were neatly arranged, and both were covered with tablecloths.

There is a vase on the table covered with floral cloth, which contains small flowers that can be seen everywhere on the village roads. It looks quite fresh and elegant.

There are three paintings hanging on the wall, one of landscape, one of green bamboo, and one of wild geese.

Looking at the bed again, he saw a quilt under the mat. He pressed it with his hand and it felt quite soft.

Wei Qinglang had just sat down on the edge of the bed, wanting to feel it, when Cheng Shuang turned over and woke up, rubbing her eyes when she saw him.

"You're back. Have you finished planting?"

"Well, they're all planted."

Wei Qinglang saw that she was frowning and looked listless, so he asked, "You don't look well, are you okay?"

"Can't die."

"Your sister is worried about you and wants to ask Doctor Wang to come and see you."

"What's the use, doctor? I've tried hot packs and ibuprofen, but it still hurts."

Cheng Shuang looked at the roof and sighed helplessly. "I used to brag to my classmates that I never had menstrual cramps, but I didn't expect to experience it firsthand here. The original owner's health was so poor. She had a cold uterus. The pain almost killed me."

She decided that she must take good care of her body from now on. She didn't want to endure such pain every month.

Wei Qinglang wanted to ask if he wanted to drink more hot water, but he felt that he would definitely be despised if he said it.

He thought about it and suddenly remembered that although he couldn't use gas in his space, he had electricity.

Wei Qinglang immediately said, "Cheng Shuang, buy a health pot and the ingredients for brown sugar water. I'll go make some brown sugar water for you."

Cheng Shuang was stunned for a moment, then sat up. "Oh, right, how could I have forgotten that I could go to your place to cook."

"Same here, I always forget that you are my universal supermarket."

The two looked at each other, and Cheng Shuang sighed, "We still don't have enough tacit understanding. I only dare to buy things from the mall for my own use."

"Why?" Wei Qinglang asked.

Cheng Shuang curled her lips and said, "I'm afraid of being discovered and caught as a monster and burned to death."