Song didn't dare to mention that she knew it would rain today. She just smiled and said, "It's not just luck, but also thanks to your aunt's ox cart. Otherwise, the harvested wheat would be thrown in the field and get wet in the rain."

Seeing Song Chun's acceptance, Wang Shi didn't know what to say. She smiled and said, "You have a large and capable family. If it were someone else's family, they wouldn't be able to finish harvesting the wheat in one night."

"Aunt, the family hasn't cooked yet, so I'll go back first." Song said.

No one knew that the rain would continue for three days in a row and everyone in the village was worried.

Only the Yu family's food was not damaged. After this incident, the Yu family's attitude towards Yu Jiao changed a lot, and they felt subtly that they had to listen to Yu Jiao's words.

Yu Gancao and his wife did not stay long and went back to her husband’s house in the rain.

Although the grain was harvested, there was no way to husk it with a millstone, so it had to be pounded little by little with a pestle. After seeing this, Yu Jiao personally experienced the meaning of the ancient poem "Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work?" Without industrial civilization, everything would be done by hand and difficult, especially in this era where food was the most important thing for the people, grain was too important.

Yu Jiao has been concentrating on making medicine for Yu Qizhe these days. In her spare time, she would stay in Yu Qizhe's room to practice calligraphy. Perhaps because of her concentration, Yu Jiao's handwriting gradually took shape. Yu Qizhe then personally copied a volume of Thousand Character Classic for her to practice.

Yu Jiao didn't like these long and complicated four-character sentences. Not long after she started copying them, she felt sleepy. She just forced herself to write, but the more she wrote, the sleepier she became.

Yu Qizhe was leaning against the head of the bed reading a book. After a while, he didn't hear the rustling sound of ink sweeping across the paper. He looked up and saw that she had fallen asleep on the desk. Although she was still holding the pen in her hand, the ink had stained her porcelain-white little face.

Maybe it was because she slept so soundly, but her cheeks, which had accumulated a little baby fat at Yu's house over the past few days, were now thinly pink, and her face looked very pretty with a hint of rosy whiteness.

If you look closely, you can see a small light red mole on the tip of her eyebrow, which looks like a spread of cinnabar, making her eyes look bright and dazzling. Her round almond-shaped eyes are now tightly closed, and there is no trace of her usual cunning and charm.

He didn't like the way she usually had everything under control, as if she was never really bothered by anyone, never took anything to heart, and could always extricate herself from it at any time.

At this moment, her quiet, peaceful and defenseless sleeping face makes people feel at ease.

Yu Qizhe was surprised to find that he had been staring at Yu Jiao for a long time. Although there was no one else in the room, a faint blush quietly appeared on the tip of his ears.

He stood up and took out a clean coat from the cupboard, then gently put it on Yu Jiao. He turned around and sat on the head of the bed and picked up the book, but he couldn't continue reading.

In fact, he had already read the books in this room more than once and could almost recite them all. After sitting quietly for a while with the book in his hand, Yu Qizhe sat up again, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, walked slowly to the table, dipped it in clean tea, and gently wiped it on Yu Jiao's face, gently wiping away the ink stains on her cheek bit by bit.

Yu Jiao, who was sleeping soundly, frowned because of the itch on her cheek. She raised her hand and unconsciously grabbed the thing that was messing with her face.

Before Yu Qizhe could withdraw his hand, he was caught by Yu Jiao. The soft and boneless little hand pressed against his knuckles. Yu Qizhe stiffened slightly, came to his senses, and wanted to pull his hand away, but the soft little hand tightly grasped his fingers, and as if dissatisfied, she pouted and pulled his hand towards her chest.

Yu Qizhe didn't dare to pull hard, for fear of waking Yu Jiao up. He even breathed much lighter and stood stiffly by the table for a long time. The hand that Yu Jiao was holding gradually became numb, and later his entire arm lost all feeling.

But the fingers that Yu Jiao was holding in her small hands were warm, as if they were burned by fire.

He just stood there quietly, and after half of his body became numb, he gently moved his arm, and his fingers slipped from Yu Jiao's soft palm.

Yu Qizhe was stunned for a moment and laughed silently to himself. The little girl had fallen asleep without him knowing and had loosened her grip on his hand a long time ago, but he didn't even notice.

He gently pinched his numb arm and saw that it was already dark outside. He didn't know when the person sleeping soundly at the table would wake up. It would be uncomfortable to sleep like this for a long time.

After a slight hesitation, Yu Qizhe leaned over and hugged Yu Jiao's soft body, then slowly walked towards Yu Fuling's room.

The person in his arms was very light. Although Yu Qizhe was thin, he had no difficulty in holding her. The slender waist was not even thick enough to be held in one hand, but it was soft and tight. Through the thin clothes, the warm skin seemed to be within reach. Yu Qizhe's arms stiffened. He took a deep breath and then relaxed a little.

There was no one outside at the moment. Ever since Yu Mengshan got his prosthetic limb, he rarely lay in bed. He was a restless person and had been busy pounding wheat in the main room these past two days.

Yu Qizhe gently pushed open the door of the side room and was about to walk into the house holding Yu Jiao. Yu Fuling lifted the bamboo curtain and walked in from outside. When she saw Yu Qizhe holding Yu Jiao in his arms, she widened her eyes in surprise and looked excited, as if she had discovered some great secret. Just as she was about to speak, Yu Qizhe glanced at her.

Yu Fuling wisely closed her mouth, and then she realized that Yu Jiao was asleep.

She suppressed her excitement and whispered, "Why did Yu Jiao fall asleep? Mother has prepared dinner, I came to call you to eat."

Yu Qizhe said softly, "Leave some food for her so she can eat after she wakes up."

He gently put Yu Jiao on the bed, but the person in his arms moved and actually put her arms around his waist, as if unwilling to leave his warm and broad embrace.

Yu Fuling blushed as she watched from the side, and said awkwardly, "I'll go help mother serve the rice first," and then fled the house.

Yu Qizhe was silent for a while and was about to pull Yu Jiao's hands off, but she actually raised her little face and rubbed it on his chest. Yu Qizhe's whole body tensed up, his breathing became heavier, and after a pause, he laid Yu Jiao sideways on the bed, pulled off her hands that were around his waist, covered Yu Jiao with a thin quilt, turned around and quickly left the room.

After being drenched by the cool rain outside the house, Yu Qizhe finally calmed down. His handsome features returned to their usual cold and indifferent look. Thinking that he couldn't stand the rain, he quickly went to the main room.

When Yu Jiao woke up, it was already late at night. Yu Fuling was doing needlework nearby and found herself lying in the room. Yu Jiao sat up and said in a sleepy voice, "What time is it?"

"It's just the beginning of the hour of Hai, and you're sleeping soundly. I didn't let you wake me up, because I've left food for you in the stove!" Seeing her wake up, Yu Fuling pursed her lips and smiled, deliberately mentioning Yu Qizhe.

Yu Jiao remembered that she practiced calligraphy in Yu Qizhe's room before going to bed. Now she was sleeping on the bed. Could it be that Yu Qizhe carried her back to the room?

Thinking of his cool and dignified gentlemanly appearance, he would never get close to me.