He Jinshan lowered his head and looked at her with a smile, then took it and stuffed it into her mouth with his backhand, "You eat the sweet one, I like sour ones."

Jiang Henian was caught off guard and had his mouth filled with food again. He shivered with the sour taste and immediately grabbed He Jinshan's wrist to prevent him from pulling it away. He opened his mouth and bit his finger without any hesitation.

Her big eyes glared up at him, with the accusation of "big bad guy" written in her eyes.

He Jinshan smiled crookedly and let her bite him, his rough and powerful long fingers pressing and twisting his soft tongue harshly.

Jiang Henian had never played such a vulgar game before. His eyes were as big as copper bells. He let go of the hand and stood up in a hurry. He covered his mouth and felt his tongue numb.

"You—! Why are you like this!"

She kept saying "you" for a long time, her neck red to her ears, and then she uttered a coquettish word that made her feel so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the ground. But because she was the one who bit the other first, she still lacked confidence, so her voice was small and delicate.

The long fingers, stained with shiny saliva, casually wiped the hem of the clothes, leaving an ambiguous wet mark.

"It looks very sour, all water."

The smile on He Jinshan's face was both naughty and playful, which made the little girl almost explode with laughter. Then he put his arm around her waist and coaxed her.

"Did you bring the book?"

His thin lips touched Jiang Henian's head, his tone lazy and doting.

Jiang Henian awkwardly nudged the man's waist with his elbow, smiled sweetly, and took out the book he had been reading recently. "Of course I brought it. Go ahead and do your work. I'll wait here."

He Jinshan lifted his foot to hook out a stool and helped her sit down. "Play by yourself first, just for an hour."

Jiang Henian had already opened the book and glanced at the mark he had made last time. His originally distracted thoughts were quickly squeezed out by the knowledge. His little face became serious and he just nodded and said "hmm" twice.

At first, Jiang Henian read his mother's medical book as a last-minute cram school to save He Jinshan. Later, he felt lonely and bored living in the Jiang family, and thought of his mother while reading the book. Gradually, the content that he could not concentrate on learning and could only tear out to make folded paper became interesting to him as he read.

He thought about learning some Chinese medicine pharmacology and making tonics to maintain their lives, which were tied together. He also thought that working in the fields for two work points would not be enough to support himself, so he decided to learn a skill, earn work points and money, and leave the Jiang family as soon as possible.

By now, Jiang Henian's seriousness in studying medicine is no longer comparable to the initial level. Not only has Lao Ma Liu's attitude towards this stubborn little apprentice become better and better, he also has a subtle sense of showing off to the outside world as a proud student.

Even He Jinshan would feel unhappy sometimes. Whenever the child had free time, she would play with books and herbs. She would be so engrossed in reading that she would push him away when she tried to kiss her because she thought he was blocking her view.

The man who had turned to leave couldn't help but pause, turned back, reached out and hooked the silver whistle hanging around the girl's neck, and started to talk:

"Call me if you need anything. I'm upstairs."

This whistle was given to her by He Jinshan five days ago. It is shaped like a small cylinder, half a finger long, and strung with a thin silver chain. If you don't look closely, it looks like a unique necklace.

He Jinshan drew the design himself and asked a master craftsman in a silver shop in the town to make it. The whistle sounded clear and penetrating, and it didn't require any energy at all.

Jiang Henian liked it very much. On the first night he brought it to the house, there was a constant "beeping" sound at the foot of the mountain in Huagou Village, and it was finally stopped by He Jinshan who strode out of the bathroom.

This whistle cannot be blown randomly. Once it sounds, He Jinshan will think that she is in danger.

Jiang Henian secretly regarded this as a token of love from He Jinshan, and cherished it so much that she never blew it after that.

The girl took her eyes off the book, grabbed the man's hand, and kissed him three times.

"I know~"

The man who was easily coaxed went out and went upstairs, where he met Liu Baijin who had been waiting for a long time.

There was a window in the room for ventilation. A girl in a plain cotton-padded coat with a slanted collar and buttons was sitting at the table, reading a book seriously. She had curved eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, a pretty nose, and red lips. Two black braids hung in front of her, and she looked peaceful and beautiful.

Qian Dahai stood diagonally across the yard, squinting his eyes and staring at the scene in the window. He rubbed his short chin with two fingers and made two obscene "hehe" sounds.

It was really effortless and was delivered right to my door.

He looked down at the medicine bag in his hand, tossed it twice proudly, and grabbed the young man who was passing by.

"What are your instructions, Brother Hai?"

"come over!"

Qian Dahai lowered his voice and dragged the man to the kitchen.

There is a small garden on the left side of the Baijin Garden courtyard, planted with some pleasing flowers and plants.

A young woman in a high-slit cheongsam came down the stairs on the other side and strolled leisurely in the garden in thick-heeled white high heels, twisting flowers and stroking her new hairstyle from time to time, as if she was not afraid of the cold at all.

This person is Liu Baijin’s concubine, Tong Ling.

The woman walked around in the cold wind with her thighs exposed, looking very charming. Her face with delicate makeup always had a charming smile on it.

She was twisting a flower in her hand, but her eyes were always glancing towards a room on the second floor.

"Bai Jin is meeting guests?"

The old woman, hunched over and sweeping fallen leaves on the stone path nearby, paused when she heard this and asked carefully, "Madam, are you asking me?"

Tong Lingfei glanced at her and said, "It's not you, I'm talking to a ghost?"

The old woman came over quickly and said, "Yes, Master Liu is meeting a guest."

"Who are you meeting?"

The old woman hesitated for a moment and said carefully, "It should be Mr. Jiang."

The woman's bright red lips curled up slightly, but then pulled down because of the old woman's second half of the sentence.

"Just now, Mr. Jiang brought his wife here."

The plum blossoms in her hand were crushed. She crossed her arms and asked, "Madam? What does she look like? Is she also up there?"

"this……"

The old woman felt strange, but she didn't dare to offend the master's beloved lover. "Mrs. Jiang is pretty, but not as pretty as you. She didn't go upstairs either. She's in the side room on the first floor."

Tong Ling snorted lightly, pulled the mink fur shawl on her shoulders, and walked in the direction the old woman pointed with her hips twisted.

The high heels made a clattering sound as they stepped on the cobblestone road, looking very menacing.

Jiang Henian was rolling up his sleeves, reading a book, and checking his pulse when he was startled by the sudden sound of the door being pushed open.

She turned around when she heard the sound and saw a white thigh stepping into the door.

Jiang Henian unconsciously looked down at his thick cotton coat and trousers.

It's already November, and you're really cold-resistant... There's no such thing as a bare-legged artifact these days, right?

Jiang Henian was complaining and distracted, but Tong Ling thought she was staring at her in a daze, so she couldn't help but lower her arrogance a little and walked in gracefully, twisting her hips.

"Are you Jiang Shan's woman?"

A condescending and critical tone.

Jiang Henian frowned slightly. This woman was so rude that she didn't even know to knock on the door before entering.

It must be that he has a bad brain and can't tell the difference between hot and cold.

She was fuming in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She just asked, "Who are you?"