Ugly girl only wants to farm

Meng Jiuhe pulled the blanket over himself, his face flushed red, unable to hide his shame and indignation. He saw Xu Chaoyan smiling smugly.

He quickly turned his face away and said stiffly, "It's getting late. Get up and help your mother make breakfast. And can't you sleep a little more quietly? You've wrapped yourself in all the bedding. Is this how you take care of your husband?"

Xu Chaoyan then realized why he felt cold. She touched her nose awkwardly, moved closer to him, and hugged him along with the blankets. "I'm so sorry, my sleeping position is bad and it disturbed your rest. Let me warm you up."

Then he took his hand out and breathed on it to rub it.

Meng Jiu struggled a little awkwardly, and Xu Chaoyan's warm breath sprayed on his neck. He was a little at a loss for what to do, and quickly pushed her away. The woman hugged him tightly: "It's the dead of winter now, and it's freezing cold. You should get up and help your mother start a fire. Don't stay here and take advantage of me."

If he were to stay in that bed any longer, he wouldn't know how to face it. Early in the morning, he felt a strange sensation in his body, an uncontrollable and unfamiliar feeling that made him panic.

Seeing his flushed cheeks, Xu Chaoyan didn't move anymore. She simply tucked the bedding back in and quickly put on his clothes.

She reached out and rubbed herself again and again. In this cold weather, it was definitely more comfortable to be in bed. She was still a little greedy for the warm feeling inside and the man's hot chest. She glanced at Meng Jiu and thought, "Isn't male beauty just a trap?"

As she was leaving, she said sarcastically, "Don't be shy, it's normal to be like this early in the morning. Looks like you're quite capable. I almost thought you were something else the other day."

Meng Jiu glared at him, his voice trembling: "Xu Chaoyan, get out of here."

She quickly closed the door and headed to the kitchen. The boy was like a screeching chicken with its feathers standing on end; she was afraid he would kill her if she stayed any longer.

She quickly started a fire, and then gathered up some embers that hadn't completely burned out, placing them where he and his father-in-law were staying, being careful not to let them get cold.

As Xu Chaoyan yawned, she walked toward the kitchen and saw Meng Jiuxia carrying a wooden bucket coming from the yard. She was carrying a bucket of water, and Xu Chaoyan saw a little girl swaying as she carried the bucket of water, so she quickly went over to lend a hand.

The winter wind was biting cold, and the well water was even colder. Meng Jiuxia's hands were red from the cold. She took some dry grass and lit the fire in the stove, and then couldn't help scratching her fingers, which were swollen like radishes.

Seeing her impatient expression, Xu Chaoyan took the fire poker from her hand, tossed the fire in the stove to clear it, and went outside to pull up a radish from the field. The radish was fresh and still damp with the scent of soil.

Meng Jiuxia looked puzzled: "Morning Flower, what are you doing? This radish was perfectly fine, why did you put it in the fire to burn?"

Xu Chaoyan looked at her and explained, "I have a folk remedy from my hometown that specifically treats frostbite. I see you've scratched it so much, why don't you give it a try?"

After the radish had been cooking for a while, he took it out and sliced ​​it thinly: "Give me your hand first."

While the radish was still warm, Xu Chaoyan directly placed it on Meng Jiuxia's hand. With a "hiss," Meng Jiuxia was about to tear off the radish slice when her expression changed: "Morning Glory, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Are you trying to get revenge on me? I've never heard of radishes curing frostbite."

Xu Chaoyan pressed the radish slice down to stop her from pulling it away: "I already told you, this is a folk remedy I heard about before. Look at your swollen hands, you can't work properly. I only let you try it because I saw you were in pain."

Meng Jiuxia looked skeptical: "Is your method really feasible? My hands are almost burned."

Xu Chaoyan then applied the ointment to the other fingers: "Just bear with it for now. This is a method that an old woman in my family used to use in winter when she cooked. I'm not sure if it works or not. You'll know once you try it."

Meng Jiuxia's face immediately darkened, and she looked furious: "What, are you using me as a guinea pig, making fun of me?"

Xu Chaoyan smiled and didn't say anything. She took a chicken from a bowl and put it in her hand: "This is your reward for today."

This young girl does a lot of work every day. Although she doesn't say it, you can tell from her dark skin and calloused hands that she keeps it all in mind.

Meng Jiuxia shoved the chicken back into her hand: "Don't try to please me with this. I still remember what happened with the radish today. I'm not eating it. Leave this for my older brother and father."

Seeing her pursed lips and longing eyes, Xu Chaoyan still stuffed the chicken into her hand: "I've earned some copper coins these days. The chicks I hatched before should be ready to hatch in a few days. You can take them and eat them first. We'll go to the market the day after tomorrow and sell these bamboo crafts and dried tofu to buy some New Year's goods so you'll have the strength to carry them back."

Meng Jiuxia helped the whole family boil water for washing up, made a pot of vegetable porridge, and steamed some coarse flour buns.

Xu Chaoyan collected all the remaining embers in the stove in a charcoal brazier, sent one to her father-in-law's room, and the rest were sent to Meng Jiuhe's room.

When Meng's father saw her carrying the charcoal brazier, he quickly told her to take it back, saying that he could endure it.

Seeing him sitting there, shivering several times, Xu Chaoyan pushed the charcoal brazier closer to him: "Dad, don't push yourself. These hands are what you use to support the family. If your hands are frozen, how can you do any work? By the way, the end of the year is coming soon, and I plan to go to the market in the next town with my sister-in-law the day after tomorrow."

Father Meng nodded: "The town next door is quite a distance from our Hongmiao Village. You and Xia'er should be careful. When you arrive, have the village cart driver take you there. Don't be stingy with the few copper coins; it will take several hours to go there and back."

Xu Chaoyan: "I understand, Father."

Xu Chaoyan carried a charcoal brazier into their room and saw Meng Jiuhe still leaning against the bed. She quickly went over, picked up his clothes, and was about to help him put them on.

"It's especially cold this morning, and the wind is biting outside. So you won't be going to the kitchen to eat with us. Just stay in this room; it'll be warmer there, and the wind won't get in. My sister-in-law and I are going to the market in the next town the day after tomorrow. We'll all be quite busy these next few days, so you can stay in the room and read to pass the time."

Seeing that Xu Chaoyan had been talking non-stop for a while, Meng Jiuhe said, "Give me your hands, and I'll help you get dressed."

Meng Jiuhe was somewhat resistant and did not extend his arm, speaking calmly: "My foot is injured, not my hand."

Xu Chaoyan grabbed his hand: "Why are you still being so awkward with me? We're husband and wife, didn't we hug each other last night? What's there to be shy about? Besides, what part of your body haven't I seen?"

Meng Jiuhe's face suddenly flushed red again; he had never seen such a shameless woman.

Seeing that his hair was a little messy and his face was flushed, Xu Chaoyan went to the side to get a comb and tidied his hair, then tied it up with a strip of cloth. Meng Jiuhe had a dark face the whole time.

He nodded in satisfaction and took advantage of Meng Jiu's unpreparedness to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.