Ugly girl only wants to farm

After helping Meng Jiuhe up, Xu Chaoyan was panting heavily. While brushing the dust off him, she began to complain, "Why did you come down here when you were lying in bed? It's so cold in winter, what if your legs get frostbite?"

Meng Jiu let her brush the dust off her body, occasionally listening to Xu Chaoyan complain about him. For some reason, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. He suddenly felt that this feeling was not bad. It felt not bad to have someone care about him.

Xu Chaoyan and Meng Jiuhe remained silent for a long time, wondering if he had fallen off the bed and moved so far away, and if he had been injured somewhere.

She immediately started to rummage through his clothes to check him: "What happened to you? Did you fall off the bed and hurt yourself somewhere? Let me see. Your legs are very precious these days. If you fall again, we won't have the money to treat your legs."

Xu Chaoyan said she was looking at his legs, but her hand was already reaching up to pull at his belt. Meng Jiuhe grabbed his hand directly, and the warm touch of his hand made his ears turn red again.

He deliberately kept a straight face: "Look if you want, but don't touch me or pull on my belt. If someone sees us."

Xu Chaoyan laughed in exasperation: "Then how am I supposed to see if I don't tear off your clothes? You mean I can tear them off if no one can see me?"

Meng Jiu was speechless; this comprehension ability was truly unique.

Meng Jiuxia ran over from the side at this moment, quickly grabbed her younger brother, covered her eyes with her hands, and peeked out a crack: "Mala Flower, can't you have any shame? In broad daylight, you're trying to strip my older brother of his clothes. Are you even a woman? Don't you have any sense of shame? If you two want to do something, at least go inside. Don't let my brother and I see. Jiudong is young, don't let him have a bad influence."

Xu Chaoyan rolled her eyes at her: "How can your thoughts be so filthy? I was just checking if your brother was hurt anywhere. I didn't want him to break his hand that holds the pen. Do you think it's easy for us to earn those few coins? He must have been supporting himself step by step with his elbow just now, and he might have scraped his skin by now."

Meng's father and Li San Niang also rushed over, and together they carried Meng Jiu to the bed. Then everyone left, leaving the young couple in the room.

Meng Jiu turned his head awkwardly and asked dryly, "Is your foot alright? There's an old lady in the village who often goes up the mountain to collect herbs. Why don't you ask her for a few herbs and I'll apply them to your foot, otherwise it won't be good if it leaves a scar later."

Xu Chaoyan took a handkerchief and wiped the dust off his hands, saying to herself, "What's wrong? You're going to abandon me because of the scars on my feet? Now I have scars on my face and scars on my feet, which gives you a perfect excuse to divorce me, right?"

"Xu Chaoyan is being unreasonable and making things up. When did I ever say such a thing? I just thought that you women would be disgusted by the scars on your bodies, so I asked you to go and get some herbs. You're really biting the hand that feeds you, not recognizing my kindness."

Xu Chaoyan then grabbed his other hand and started wiping it: "Even if there are scars, don't even think about complaining. These scars were left to protect your family from disaster."

Meng Jiuhe didn't know how to respond and didn't reply for a long time. Xu Chaoyan didn't press him further. She simply took a handkerchief and gently wiped his hands and face again.

Meng Jiuhe softly replied, "No, it won't." But Xu Chaoyan didn't hear him.

She was carefully rolling up his sleeve when she saw that his arm was covered in blood, which was quite shocking. The house in the countryside was uneven, with small pebbles in some places. She wondered how he had gotten here.

Her palms were also scraped and chafed, and Xu Chaoyan felt a little sorry for her when she saw the wounds on her fair arms.

"My second aunt just came over and caused trouble. Our whole family was there, what were you doing making such a fuss? Look at your hand, all injured like this. Do you even want to hold a pen again?"

Meng Jiuhe was somewhat downcast at this moment, and his voice was also a little low: "Do I still have the chance to hold a pen with this hand?"

After saying that, he glanced in the direction of the town.

Xu Chaoyan looked up at him and saw that he looked very dejected. She quickly comforted him, "Why don't you have a chance to pick up a pen anymore? Didn't we agree to go to the market to write Spring Festival couplets? Didn't you plan to do your part? Why are you feeling sorry for yourself now? Let me clean and bandage your wound first. Just make do for the next couple of days. I'll help you wash up and then take you to the market in town."

Meng Jiu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He thought to himself that it was alright, and that his younger brother could wipe her hands for him.

Xu Chaoyan seemed to see right through him: "What haven't we seen? We're just a couple of times we've wiped each other's bodies, right? Why are you acting so awkward? When you were unconscious before, wasn't it me who wiped your body? Now you're acting all fussy like a young lady. Besides, what's so interesting about you?"

Meng Jiuhe blushed slightly and continued to mutter, "I really don't have anything to look at, so why are you staring at me like that? Staring at me in the middle of the night, anyone who didn't know better would think I'm a ghost, crawling on someone's bedside in the middle of the night."

Xu Chaoyan chuckled dryly. She had indeed gotten up a few times in the middle of the night and secretly glanced at the man a few times, taking the opportunity to grope his fair face.

Meng Jiuxia and Li Sanniang helped clean up the yard. Fortunately, the pot wasn't completely overturned; most of the soup was still inside. After Xu Chaoyan finished her work, she helped make some brown rice, served some radish soup, and brought over a dish of pickles to Meng Jiuxia.

"Hurry up and drink this soup while it's hot. As the saying goes, 'Eat radish in winter and ginger in summer.' This will warm you up all over. I even got injured because of this pot of soup, so you have to drink it all."

Xu Chaoyan spent the afternoon doing these things, moving all the smoked tofu back into the house. This time she was more careful, bolting the courtyard gate and putting the big dog at the door to guard it, so that the vicious woman wouldn't find a chance to sneak in again.

After soaking her feet in cold water, although they didn't hurt much, a small blister still formed. That night, she sat by her bed with a lamp in hand, looking at the blister and talking to herself.

"If I had known, I would have put some of that kid's urine on it. Maybe it would have healed faster. If I hadn't popped the blister, the wound would have been hard to heal."

Meng Jiuhe replied to her, "Where did you hear that folk remedy? Don't overthink it or mess around with it."

She borrowed an embroidery needle from her mother-in-law, Li San Niang, heated it over an oil lamp, and tried to poke the blister several times but failed.

One last time, he squinted, holding the needle but still unable to bring himself to do it. Meng Jiuhe frowned when he saw him like that: "This blister will naturally dry up and disappear in a few days. Why are you poking it now when you have nothing better to do? You'll be in pain later."

Xu Chaoyan picked up the needle again, heated it over the fire to sterilize it, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and handed it to him directly: "Can you help me pop it? Popping the blister will help it heal faster. Aren't we going to the market in a couple of days? We'll be wearing socks and shoes then, and these will easily tear if we wear them, which is very painful."

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Jiu took the embroidery needle. By the dim light, he looked at the woman under the lamp with her eyes closed and a nervous expression. At this moment, he felt that she was not as ugly as he had imagined.

His eyes were tightly closed, and although his face still had some pockmarks and a couple of pustules in some places, he had already gotten used to it without realizing it.

Meng Jiuhe reached out and took Xu Chaoyan's hand, speaking softly, "I'll count to three, get ready."

Before Xu Chaoyan could turn around, he gently poked a hole in the blister, and the liquid flowed out down the back of her foot.

Xu Chaoyan squinted one eye: "Hurry up and count them!"

Meng Jiuhe: "It's over."

"Ah, it's so easy and simple."

Note: The female lead's name is Xu Zhaoyan.

Morning Glory (also known as trumpet flower)

In the next chapter, we'll go to a big market, slowly letting us feel the warmth of everyday life and soothe our restless hearts. Don't say I'm just padding the word count! This chapter has over four hundred extra words; I have to finish a new story tonight, right? I'm going to go slack off for a bit.