Hua Qingcheng, who had spent a rare night alone, had a good sleep and woke up early the next day, May 26th.

Yesterday morning, Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng had just been in a loving relationship. Fearing that Hua Qingcheng might be tired, he didn't go back to see her that evening as Hua Qingcheng had suggested. Besides, if he didn't leave Hua Qingcheng's sight, Tianluo? Mu Lige? Shu Nan wouldn't be able to show up.

Situ Ye could only sigh out the window because Tiankui had not yet gone; Han Yichen was very quiet for the first time in his life because he still felt that he had a smell of feces, and did not bother Hua Qingcheng; as for Yu Xiaotian, he was very Buddhist, and whether his wife came or not did not affect his habit of falling asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

Today it is Sanlang Han Yichen's turn to cook. At noon, the family gathered around the square table in the main room to eat breakfast.

"Sanlang, why don't you eat?"

Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen strangely, not knowing if it was her illusion, but this monster seemed to have suddenly become quiet.

"I...I have a little indigestion."

Han Yichen had a bitter face. He couldn't say that he felt the food smelled of shit.

"If you're hungry later, remember to eat."

Seeing that Han Yichen's face looked like he was indeed constipated, Hua Qingcheng did not become suspicious.

After dinner, Situ Ye was cleaning up, and Han Yichen, on an empty stomach, was clearing the dishes. Eventually, he couldn't bear to watch, so he asked Yu Xiaotian to help him wash the dishes. Mysophobic people can't afford to be hurt, and Han Yichen was afraid that if he washed the dishes now, he would feel like he was eating shit every time he ate.

"Wife, where are you going?"

Mu Lige came to the big tree in the front yard and said to Hua Qingcheng who was sitting there digesting her food.

"Since the weeds in the wasteland have been weeded and the ground has been turned over yesterday, I plan to make ridges today."

It’s true!

Mu Lige's lips curled up slightly when he heard that. In a good mood, he helped her prepare the hoe and also poured a bamboo tube of boiled water.

Hua Qingcheng left the house with the things Mu Lige had prepared for her. As Mu Lige had expected, after a while, Hua Qingcheng returned with a hoe and some water.

"It's really strange! The land has actually formed ridges by itself!"

Hua Qingcheng walked around Mu Lige and looked at this banished immortal-like man from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Could it be... that you... are really the lady who lives in the snail?"

Listening to Hua Qingcheng's half-doubting and half-joking words, and seeing her interesting look with her imagination running wild, Mu Lige tried hard to suppress his laughter, but his face always remained calm and composed, allowing her to look at him.

"Wife, the day before yesterday, my mother told you to go there again in the next two days. How about we go now?"

"Okay."

Although she didn't know why her cheap scholar mother specifically asked her to go back in the next two days, after all, she now inherited everything from the original owner. Although she couldn't really regard Hua Rongsheng as her own mother, as long as the request was not excessive, she would not refuse the other party's wishes.

At four quarters past noon, Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige set out again on the road to the Hua family in the east of the village.

At this time, the morning light was slightly warm, and many villagers were already working in the fields. Some people who had gotten up early to chop firewood or dig wild vegetables in the mountains were even on their way home.

Holding the hand of his beloved woman, walking on the country road, enjoying this moment of warm solitude, Mu Lige was in a very happy mood.

"In the evening I watch the rosy clouds, in the morning I watch the bright dewdrops. I still enjoy looking at the misty shore. I lean against the window and listen to the falling rain, which is full of joy."

"If I could live my whole life like this with Qingqing, Li Ge would die without regrets!"

The first part of the poem was fine, but when she heard the last part, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but frown. Although the man beside her had a smile on his face, Hua Qingcheng inexplicably felt that he was sad.

Pausing, Hua Qingcheng stood in front of Mu Lige, gently raised her hands and wrapped them around his waist, burying her head deep in his arms:

"I never thought Brother Li was so talented in writing, and that words and phrases come to him effortlessly. Qingqing wishes to spend every day with Brother Li, and see through the glitz and glamour of this world!"

Unexpectedly, a momentary feeling would be exchanged for such a passionate confession from this woman. Mu Lige's bright eyes suddenly sparkled with stars, and he leaned over and gently kissed the sweet little mouth that could speak touching words.

Feeling the wetness on her face, Hua Qingcheng didn't know why such a handsome man would suddenly become so sad. She could only respond to him positively, kissing away the tears on his face, hugging his back, and holding him tighter and tighter.

Mu Lige didn't know what was wrong with him, but he couldn't help crying in front of her. Perhaps it was because he thought about the ups and downs of his life, and his heart, like a floating duckweed, suddenly found a sense of stability. He just wanted to desperately grasp the light that shone into his life.

It usually takes less than a quarter of an hour to get to the east of the village, but this time they walked for almost two quarters of an hour.

When they arrived at the Hua family, Hua's father, Ye Maochun, saw that Xifu's eyes were red, and he quickly pulled Hua Qingcheng aside and scolded her. Hua Qingcheng looked at Mu Lige's slightly embarrassed expression, curled her lips and smiled, silently enduring the criticism from Hua's father.

"Mother, you called me here, do you have any instructions?"

In the main hall of the Hua family, Hua Qingcheng asked Hua's mother who was sitting above her.

Hua Rongsheng heard this and pointed to a basket of books on the ground and said:

"These are all prepared for you. When you have time, take them out and read them. If you don't understand something, ask Li Ge to teach you, or... or you can come and ask me.

Although you are not taking the imperial examination now, as the saying goes, "A woman who wishes to fulfill her lifelong ambition should diligently study the Five Classics by the window," I have always believed that reading can make one wise. Traveling thousands of miles can certainly broaden one's horizons, but reading thousands of books is equally important."

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