Ugly girl only wants to farm

Meng Jiuhe put away the embroidery needle and gently wiped away all the water stains that had flowed from the back of her feet with a handkerchief.

He glanced at Xu Chaoyan's hand, and tried several times to pull it out, but Xu Chaoyan held it tightly.

"Um, could you please let go of me? Your grip is hurting my hand."

Xu Chaoyan looked at him innocently: "Really? I didn't feel anything. It still hurts a little here, and I'm a little scared. Why don't you let me scratch it again?" After saying that, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

He knew this woman was old-fashioned and would take advantage of him. He felt like he had just been kicked by a donkey. He pulled his hand away forcefully with a look of disgust and shook his hand vigorously.

Seeing him like that, Xu Chaoyan quickly grabbed a handkerchief from the side: "Oh dear, I say, Scholar Meng, what's wrong with you, a grown man, getting so angry? You're like a bullshit. Let me wipe you clean."

The more diligently she wiped Meng Jiuhe's face, the darker it looked, as if you could wring water out of it.

"Xu Chaoyan, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

Xu Chaoyan looked up, puzzled. "How could I have done it on purpose?"

Meng Jiuhe said through gritted teeth, "This handkerchief, I just used to wipe your feet, and now you're using it to wipe my hands? What are you up to?"

"Hey, what's wrong? Hands and feet are family, aren't they? What's wrong with wiping them? It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh. Go to sleep, stop nagging, I have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

Meng Jiuxia could hear her older brother's furious voice even from inside the house. She silently prayed for Xu Chaoyan: "Sigh, you should try to make my brother angrier. Look how angry he is. I've never seen him lose his temper like this in all these years. This morning glory has crossed his bottom line time and time again."

Xu Chaoyan said it was very cold at night and wanted to warm his hands and feet. She stuck to him like a dog skin plaster, wrapping her arms tightly around Meng Jiuhe's waist and refusing to let go. In the middle of winter, the room was as cold as a cave. With such a big stove next to him, why not hold him to keep warm? Was he just a decoration?

Meng Jiuhe's body was stiff at this moment, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

The woman's skin grew thicker and thicker. The woman who had been chattering away with him just moments before was now lying on his chest, breathing evenly. As drowsiness washed over him, he fell into a deep sleep.

He slept soundly. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time since he returned to the village injured. Ever since this woman had shamelessly clung to his side, saying she would warm his feet and the bed for him, he had slept very soundly and had a good night's sleep.

On the third day, at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Xu Chaoyan was woken up by Meng Jiuxia. The knocking on the door was so loud that it gave her a splitting headache.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes. Last night, she had packed up the things she needed to go to the market. She didn't know what was wrong with the weather. It was very cold during the day, and at night the wind was howling and rushing into the house.

The whole room was like a cold cave. Hot water was prepared for Meng Jiuhe to soak her feet, and only after her feet warmed up did she go back to bed.

I was half asleep, hugging the small stove beside me. It felt like I had only been asleep for a short while, and when I opened my eyes it was already past 1 AM.

Meng Jiuxia kept banging on the door: "Little sister, go boil some water first, we'll get up right away."

Seeing that Xu Chaoyan's eyes had closed again, Meng Jiuhe leaned forward a little, picked up the clothes next to him, and put them on first. After he was dressed, he nudged the person next to him with his elbow.

"Hey, Xu Chaoyan, it's time to get up."

Xu Chaoyan opened her hazy eyes, looked at the handsome face magnified in front of her, and pulled him close, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Good morning, handsome.

Meng Jiuhe pushed her away, his ears turning red as he asked, "Xu Chaoyan, what are you doing so early in the morning?" He stammered as he spoke.

Xu Chaoyan then came to her senses, thinking she was dreaming. In her dream, a handsome man was gently waking her up and giving her a good morning kiss. Without hesitation, she pulled him close and kissed him back, only then noticing Meng Jiuhe's dark and brooding face.

She chuckled dryly twice: "Good morning, my husband."

Even after they were seated on the oxcart, Meng Jiuhe maintained a somber expression and ignored her.

Meng Jiuxia looked at this one and that one with a puzzled expression, and nudged her with her elbow: "Morning Glory, hmm, you still need to change your temper. You made my older brother angry yesterday, and his shouts could be heard all over the village. How come you two still haven't made up by this morning? I used to hear the aunties in the village say that couples who quarrel in bed make up in bed. How come you two haven't made up yet?"

Meng Jiuhe took out a chicken and tapped her on the head: "Meng Jiuxia, what nonsense are you talking about? Why are you listening to that shrew's rubbish? You don't learn anything good all day but only this kind of nonsense."

Meng Jiuxia rubbed her aching head, looking displeased: "Big brother, this is my head, not a stone."

While peeling the shell, Meng Jiuhe lectured her: "I'm just cracking it open to see what's inside. Stop talking nonsense all day long."

Seeing Meng Jiuxia being scolded, Xu Chaoyan saw everyone smiling with pursed lips.

She had just gone to fetch some hot water bottles, brought out a quilt from home, covered Meng Jiuhe's legs with it, and stuffed two more hot water bottles inside, telling him, "Don't move around too much, don't let the wind get in. These hot water bottles should last about an hour."

Then he handed Meng Jiuxia a hot water bottle: "Take this and warm your hands. Look at the radish slices I put on your chilblains before, how was it? It worked well, right? When we get back from the market today, I'll cut you a few more slices."

Meng Jiuxia quickly waved her hand: "That morning glory, I suddenly feel my hand is better, I don't need to cut it anymore."

Meng Jiuhe divided the chicken in half and gave it to his younger sister and Xu Chaoyan.

Xu Chaoyan pushed it back: "I'm not hungry, you should eat quickly, okay? Oh, by the way, I'll rub your hands for you in a bit to warm them up, since you've been holding the pen, so they don't get cold."

As the uncle drove the cart, he listened to their conversation, occasionally chiming in with a comment: "Jiuhe, you've married a really good wife. Look how considerate she is, always worried about you getting cold. Unlike my wife, who doesn't even bother to fill a thermos with hot water for me when I go out in the dead of winter. Sigh, I really envy you young people, so energetic and vibrant."

Meng Jiuhe lifted a corner of the blanket to cover his younger sister as well: "Come and squeeze in with me so you don't get cold."

When he faced Xu Chaoyan, his tone was somewhat unnatural: "Come over here too, don't catch a cold, we're struggling financially right now."

Xu Chaoyan smiled at him, then lifted a corner and slipped inside: "Let me rub your hands for you."

Without waiting for Meng Jiuhe's reply, she touched his hands with their distinct knuckles and muttered to herself, "These hands are much bigger than mine."

Bored along the way, Meng Jiuxia leaned against the side and dozed off. Xu Chaoyan took his hand and gently rubbed it. Slowly, his eyes closed, but his hands did not stop.

The warmth of the woman's touch reached deep into Meng Jiu's heart. Seeing her head almost hitting the edge of the car, he gently helped her up, and Xu Chaoyan fell asleep leaning against him.

Around 7 AM, they arrived at the neighboring town of Shuiqing, and as soon as they entered the town, they were greeted by a strong festive atmosphere.

In those days, travel was slow, letters took a long time to arrive, and a lifetime was only enough to love one person. When I saw the two of them waiting for each other for sixty years because of a misunderstanding, and when he went to find her so as not to have any regrets, only to find that she had left ten days earlier, my tears flowed uncontrollably. I was just watching a TV series, and the ending was terrible, so I'm dropping it, okay? I originally thought that the childhood sweetheart couldn't compete with the newcomer, but in the end, the childhood sweetheart died in the prime of her youth, and she wandered forever, her heart dying in the prime of her youth. The newcomer also married someone else. It made me so frustrated, I was so angry that I ate a bowl of rice. Oh well, whatever you want to see, I'll write it myself. Any ending is fine.