Su Qingzhi's heart melted at the sight of his shy expression.
She snatched the box and tossed it onto the bedside table.
Then, she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Shen Cunpu's waist, and kissed his lips directly.
Her movements were somewhat impatient; she pressed her toes against him, her whole body almost touching his.
"Wait a moment."
Su Qingzhi was a little confused: "At this point, what are we waiting for?"
Shen Cunpu raised his hand, holding a gold ring in his palm.
Plain ring, simple yet sparkly.
But it is precisely this simplicity that makes it shine brightly in the morning light.
Su Qingzhi's eyes lit up instantly: "Where did you get this ring?"
Shen Cunpu replied with a smile, "I had it done in Lan City a few days ago."
He raised his hand and gently held the ring between his fingers, then held it up to her eyes as if displaying a rare treasure.
"You ordered it yourself?"
She blinked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Lan City is not close to here; it takes a whole day to get there and back.
"Yeah, this is my first time doing this, so my skills aren't very good."
"I engraved your name so I won't lose it."
Su Qingzhi took a closer look and indeed there was a character "念" (nian), though the handwriting was a bit crooked.
But it was this clumsiness that brought tears to her eyes.
She put on the ring finger, and it fit perfectly.
It seemed to have been tailor-made for her.
"A-Shuo, you are so wonderful. I feel more and more that I can't live without you."
She looked up at him.
Before she could finish speaking, and before Su Qingzhi could react, Shen Cunpu had already wrapped his arm around her waist.
She gasped and instinctively grabbed his collar.
Before she could even speak, he had already locked her tightly against his chest.
Inside the room, the bed legs occasionally creaked softly, as if the wood itself was whispering to the tender moments.
The red "囍" character pasted on the window paper swayed gently in the wind, as if it were smiling.
...
Until the sky began to lighten.
The two figures that were close together slowly separated.
Their figures, nestled together, gradually became clear in the light and shadow.
"A-Shuo, is it windy outside?"
Su Qingzhi opened her eyes groggily.
Shen Cunpu was already dressed and lowered his voice to say, "Hmm, it's quite windy, it'll probably rain soon. You should sleep a little longer, Niannian."
Upon hearing this, Su Qingzhi suddenly sat up in bed.
The blanket slipped down to her waist, but she didn't bother to straighten it, her gaze fixed on the window.
The cool morning air hit her face, and she woke up instantly.
The original story states that the hailstorm that destroyed the crops occurred the day after the strong winds.
"A-Shuo".
Su Qingzhi's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Cunpu noticed something was wrong with her voice and quickly turned around to look at her.
"Something's going to happen; there might be a big hailstorm."
Su Qingzhi said urgently, "The newly sprouted wheat seedlings may not be able to withstand the strain."
"Niannian, did you have a nightmare?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Cunpu frowned even more deeply.
He reached out and gently took her hand.
"Don't overthink it, it's just windy outside."
Su Qingzhi shook her head without the slightest hesitation.
"Ah Shuo, please trust me just this once, okay? I really felt it."
Shen Cunpu's expression changed.
Her serious expression suggested she wasn't just spouting nonsense.
If there is hail, that would be no small matter.
The entire village will be affected, especially the poor families who rely on this season's harvest to get through the winter.
He spoke with difficulty, "When...are you coming?"
Su Qingzhi took a breath and closed her eyes briefly: "This afternoon, or tomorrow. I can't say for sure."
Shen Cunpu immediately stood up without the slightest hesitation.
He grabbed his coat hanging by the door, draped it over his shoulders, and said in a deep voice.
"You lie down and rest, I'll go outside and make the arrangements."
He knew he couldn't delay any longer.
Even if there's only a 50% chance of success, we must act immediately.
"good."
Su Qingzhi softly agreed.
She lay back down, but did not close her eyes.
She lay in bed, listening to the whistling wind outside the window.
Her heart sank little by little.
She had never farmed in her life, had no idea how to protect wheat seedlings, and was even less familiar with the details of farming.
All she could do was pray silently in her heart.
"All the wheat seedlings in the field will be ruined."
As Liu Yuelan put on her clothes, she spoke to Fang Mingyu.
She had just woken up from a dream, and fragments of memories from her past life still lingered in her mind.
After that hailstorm, the entire village suffered a complete crop failure, and several people starved to death.
She survived because she had hidden food in advance.
Yesterday was their wedding night.
Although Fang Mingyu didn't like her, the ancestral marriage custom couldn't be broken, so they were still arranged to sleep in the same room.
Liu Yuelan went to great lengths, using all the methods she had learned in her previous life.
This finally made Fang Mingyu's attitude towards her improve.
She woke up early in the morning and heard the wind blowing outside, which made her feel excited.
This wind was the signal she had been waiting for a long time.
She knew what was going to happen next.
"By tomorrow at the latest, it will definitely hail heavily, with hailstones as big as eggs."
“Wheat seedlings and vegetable seedlings will all be smashed.”
Fang Mingyu was skeptical and frowned.
"Where did you get this information? You're a newlywed wife who's barely even set foot in the fields. How can you be so accurate?"
Liu Yuelan spoke with particular conviction.
"I'm telling the truth. You have to believe it whether you like it or not. If you don't believe it, you'll regret it when the land is destroyed."
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