But even so, Jing Li still enjoys it.

"There are too few nighttime leisure and entertainment options in the village, so we have to find something fun during the long night," said Jing Li.

Qin Zhao had some objections to this.

Mingming read some scriptures and practiced calligraphy to kill time. At worst, it would be fun for the two of them to go to the yard together to drink tea and watch the moon.

On this matter, Jing Li and the ancient people really could not reach a consensus. He could only rely on Qin Zhao's favor on him. When Qin Zhao proposed to do these things, he would go up to him and kiss and hug him, and pester someone to read a storybook to him.

"...The fox's tail had wrapped around Wang Sheng's waist at some point, the fine fur at the end gently scratching along his clothes. Wang Sheng's face flushed bright red as he heard the fox whisper in his ear, 'My benefactor, why don't you take a look at this little fox? Is it because I'm not pretty enough?'"

Qin Zhao couldn't read any further.

What are all these???

He clearly told his friend to help Xiaoyu find some stories that were not too outrageous. Is this the book he recommended?

Besides, the fox demon in this storybook is clearly a man, right?

Qin Zhao closed the book "The Demonic Fox's Gratitude" and pressed his eyebrows: "Xiaoyu, read another one, this one is too——"

Turning my head to look over, I saw Jing Li curled up on the bed, already asleep.

Qin Zhao: "..."

No wonder Jing Li didn't laugh at all today. He thought he had made progress in reading the storybook, but it turned out that he had fallen asleep a long time ago.

It seems that he is really exhausted.

Qin Zhao didn't know whether to be amused or helpless. He put the book aside and pulled the quilt over him to wrap him up.

When he moved, Jing Li also moved dazedly: "Have you finished reading?"

"Yeah, I've finished reading it."

Jing Li couldn't even open his eyes and asked vaguely, "Are the fox demon and the scholar together?"

"..." Qin Zhao remained calm, "They got together, and they lived happily in the end."

"That's good……"

Jing Li responded, tilted his head, and fell asleep again.

Qin Zhao: "..."

Qin Zhao sighed silently, picked up the oil lamp beside the bed, and returned to the desk.

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The next morning, just as the two finished breakfast, the farmer who collected straw came to their door.

Straw can be used as feed, but Qin Zhao's family didn't raise pigs or cattle, so it wasn't very useful. This was the time when every household was clearing their fields to plant wheat. Families in nearby villages who raised pigs would go door to door at this time to collect straw.

Jing Li had already negotiated a price with them earlier: 23 cents per cart of straw. The corn stalks in his field could fill three to four carts.

The farmers who came were from Huaixia Village downstream. Qin Zhao's repair of the embankment was beneficial to them downstream. The villagers of Huaixia Village were now grateful to him, and as soon as they arrived, they kept talking to Qin Zhao.

"Qin Zhao, I'm sorry for some misunderstandings I had with you before." A dark and thin farmer said to Qin Zhao.

Jing Li felt that he looked familiar. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that this man was the fishmonger who wanted to chop him up when he was in the town!

The fishmonger smiled bitterly and said, "My wife is from the distant Chen family of your Linxi Village. I heard some rumors before, so... Anyway, I'm really sorry for all these years."

Qin Zhao shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Even in the past, he didn't care about the villagers' misunderstanding and exclusion of him. After all, he needed help at the time, and some things were difficult to explain. Moreover, if it weren't for the fishmonger, he wouldn't have met Jing Li.

The previous misunderstanding has long been cleared up.