Ye Qingshui's prediction was wrong. It took her more than an hour to deliver food to Shen Weimin.
Because she encountered some problems on the way, when she returned home, she went into the woodshed and touched the chicken soup in the pot. The fire at the bottom of the pot had long been extinguished, and half of the chicken soup was gone. Mother Ye and Grandma Ye had already drunk it.
Ye Qingshui looked at the sun. Although he didn't think his actions were slow, Xie Tingyu must be impatient. In his previous life, he had been with him for a year. Ye Qingshui didn't learn anything else, but he was quite sensitive to when he would get angry.
She often made him angry, but she also knew how to make him calm down.
When Ye Qingshui brought the chicken soup to Xie Tingyu, Xie Tingyu lazily leaned against the bedpost. He said lightly, "You're back."
“It’s pretty fast.”
The man's tone was somewhat flat, making it difficult to detect any sarcasm. But it was sarcasm nonetheless.
Ye Qingshui nodded. "You must have been waiting for a long time. Are you hungry? Have some chicken soup first."
Xie Tingyu was not very happy, but seeing Ye Qingshui in such a miserable state, his irritability subsided a little. This was the first time that Xie Tingyu had been injured so seriously. There was no one to accompany him, and there was nothing to entertain him. The radio had run out of battery after listening to it for a whole morning.
At this time, there was no one to serve food even when he was hungry. This novel experience was very bad for Xie Tingyu.
But his eyes slid to her face. The little girl was in a very bad state. Crystal beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and the exposed part of her face was red with heat. Sweat flowed down her chin and dripped from time to time. The mask was stained with the rolling smoke and dust on the road and was no longer clean.
Although the little girl was delayed for a long time, she came to feed him as soon as she got home, which was considered to be conscientious.
He said lightly: "Kneel down and get closer."
Ye Qingshui didn't understand why, but he still did as he was told.
Xie Tingyu raised his relatively healthy left thumb and stroked her ear. Her small ear was warm and red. Perhaps she was shy. He hooked his thumb over her, untied her mask and threw it aside.
When the warm fingertips touched Ye Qingshui's ears, she felt a little itchy and subconsciously avoided them. Then Xie Tingyu twisted her ears hard and pulled off her mask randomly.
He said disdainfully: "Go wash your face before coming back."
Ye Qingshui sighed and told himself to be patient, because he was hurt to protect her. So Ye Qingshui rushed out and scooped a spoonful of water to wash his face before returning to the house.
Xie Tingyu looked at the woman who had washed herself clean again. The water on her fair face was crystal clear and soft. Her two big braids hung softly around her waist. She picked up the bowl and scooped up the chicken soup and blew on it habitually. The warm chicken soup had a homely warmth.
It contains red dates, wolfberries, astragalus and angelica, all of which can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and replenish blood and qi. It can be seen that the person who made it must have put a lot of thought into it.
Actually... Xie Tingyu didn't know that the astragalus and angelica were collected by Ye Qingshui in the mountains to regulate the body, and they were just thrown into the chicken soup. But even this kind of casual meticulousness is touching. These Chinese medicines are added so just right.
Xie Tingyu finished a bowl of chicken soup before asking, "Why is there chicken to eat today?"
Although chicken is not precious in Xie Tingyu's eyes, for the poor Ye family, it is very likely that they will not get to taste the smell of chicken once a year. Hens are used to lay eggs. If they are killed, there will be no eggs to pick up. Maybe even the daughter-in-law who is in confinement after childbirth will not be lucky enough to drink chicken soup. Originally, Xie Tingyu wanted to ask someone to buy some malted milk...
Hearing this, Ye Qingshui said coldly, "Not only today, but also tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Moreover, all this chicken is earned by me through hard work from the black market that you oppose."
Xie Tingyu's dark and deep eyes darkened. He drank the chicken soup that the woman had bought with her hard-earned money, and he felt very complicated.
He finished his soup and pointed to the cabinet with his left hand.
"My wallet is over there."
Ye Qingshui looked confused.
Xie Tingyu said: "There is still some money in there, you can use it to supplement your household expenses."
Ye Qingshui originally wanted to wave her hand and say no, but she had indeed put in a lot of work for him these days. After working outside, she still had a lot of work to do when she got home. It was not easy to take care of him. She took out his wallet and took out five yuan for labor fees.
Xie Tingyu watched Ye Qingshui take the money obediently like a young wife, with a sweet smile in her eyes, and her whole body seemed to be filled with a feeling of happiness.
His heart became complicated again.
But falling in love with him will be very hard.
Xie Tingyu's calm voice slowly fell: "Shui Ya, actually I treat you as my sister."
He paused and said, "If you are short of money, you can use my money. Don't work so hard to make money in the black market..."
She lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, and lowered her eyelashes. From Xie Tingyu's perspective, her emotions were unpredictable. She seemed a little sad, but also angry?
Ye Qingshui was happy about saving five dollars, and hearing this was like being poured with a basin of cold water. Xie Tingyu's money is not easy to use. In the previous life, he was the one who paid for the family expenses. He took on the financial responsibility and was considered the head of the family, so he could easily boss her around and be mean to her. Is it so easy to be a younger sister now?
Ye Qingshui thought about it and felt a little uncomfortable. Only when you earn your own money can you spend it freely and happily.
She shook her head. "I don't want to. Who wants to be a sister like this?"
Xie Tingyu looked at the determination in Ye Qingshui's eyes and said seriously, "It will be very hard for you."
Ye Qingshui was so angry that he couldn't think of any curse words for a long time. In anger, he cursed without thinking: "ялюблютебя"
Ye Qingshui put the money in his pocket, put away the dishes and quickly left the house.
When he was young, Xie Tingyu would occasionally use this phrase to scold Ye Qingshui, calling her too stupid and foolish. Ye Qingshui asked him several times what it meant, but he didn't tell her. Finally, when he was so angry that he cried, Xie Tingyu honestly admitted, "This is a curse word."
He said to Ye Qingshui: "If I say something wrong or have a bad temper, remember to scold me with this sentence."
"Because it looks stupid when it's angry. But you can't use it to insult others, it's a bad word."
Xie Tingyu watched the little girl angrily run out with the bowl in her hands, and then...
His face slowly turned red, from the base of his neck to his face.
This country girl, obviously uses it very smoothly, but she pretends not to know.
…
Ye Qingshui washed the dishes. Although she had a family that was eating the money earned by speculation and despised speculation, she herself was determined not to speculate. Because of the price gouging, speculation was indeed not good sometimes.
But she asked herself, she never made a single cent of dirty money, never raised prices, and earned every penny cleanly, without taking advantage of others' misfortunes.
The state-owned restaurants sold meat buns for 10 cents each, but she sold them for 3 cents each. They were delicious, clean and hygienic. It is estimated that you will never find a vendor with such a conscience as her.
Fortunately, Ye Qingshui is no longer the silly Ye Qingshui of the past, otherwise Xie Tingyu could really persuade her to give up making money today. After counting her money, Ye Qingshui felt better again.
She never dared to hide the money in her house, in case her speculation was exposed one day. She hid the money in the ashes deep in the stove, in an iron can.
Ye Qingshui counted the banknotes. He had been a trader for almost two months. The scattered banknotes had turned into large-denomination bills, and he finally had great unity.
She was satisfied and took out three big unity bills, plus some small change, a total of 31 yuan, 50 cents and 80 cents. As for food coupons and meat coupons, she had saved quite a lot. Because they had to be used up that month, they would expire, so she took out the bills and prepared to give them to Qian Xiangdong to sell for some money.
This month, she started doing business with Qian Xiangdong. Today, Qian Xiangdong gave her one dollar, which was the profit after deducting the cost and the share. Ye Qingshui carefully put the dollar into the tin can. She could make a net profit of one dollar a day, which would be thirty dollars a month. At this rate, it would not be a problem to buy a car in half a year.
After Ye Qingshui counted the bills, he put them back neatly. His heart was filled with the money and he felt fulfilled.
She happily washed and dried the mask, took a nap in the afternoon, and went to work happily.
Xie Tingyu watched Ye Qingshui happily come back and take a sweet nap, but he didn't say a word to him.
Oh……
The dazzling afternoon sun shone on Ye Qingshui's body. She lay on the ground, her immature chest rising and falling regularly, her two legs, which were covered with white, lying in all directions. While she was sleeping, her face rubbed against the outside of the mat, leaving a dark spot on her nose.
fool.
Xie Tingyu turned his head away in disapproval.
The author has something to say:
Brother Yu: I feel pale when being criticized everyday.
Daily troubles: Why does Shuiya like me so much?
what to do
So tangled
Pingshengjun: emmmmm...
I can't bear to interrupt your sweet distress
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