Ever since they became husband and wife, Ding Youtian felt that Jian Ning was good in every way, except that she was extremely insecure in her relationship. She seemed to have a thousand concerns about him and always asked him questions tirelessly.
Occasionally he would feel a little annoyed and couldn't help but compare her with Xiu Gu.
Every time this happens, he thinks it’s better for women to be a little stupid.
Xiu Gu never asked him these questions. He really wanted to tell Jian Ning, but she would make him nervous and he was always worried that he would say something wrong and touch her nerves.
But he could only say this to himself in his heart. He knew that Jane Ning was like this because of her parents, so he always tried his best to accommodate and coax her, and this time was no exception.
"Don't worry, I will keep my promise to you. I will never take a concubine in my life, not even half a concubine."
"I don't believe you!" Jian Ning threw the book to him, "I see you're too lazy to even pay me any attention now. I don't want to bother with you. Just read your book!"
She went out angrily.
In the past, Ding Youtian would chase her out and coax her into a happy smile, but considering that being a husband and wife is a long-term thing, he didn't want to spoil her anymore. He also found that Jian Ning was actually quite sensible. If he didn't coax her, she would be able to coax herself after a while.
So he smiled towards the door, picked up the book and quickly immersed himself in it.
Jian Ning came out and flashed into the herb garden. Bai Mei was sticking his butt out by the Lingquan Pool, drinking the water. She suddenly rushed in and scared Bai Mei so much that he fell into the pool.
Baimei was still struggling in the pool when Jian Ning grabbed her and pulled her out. Then, Baimei became a ball in Jian Ning's hands. She hit Baimei and cursed him, "This water is for drinking. You thought it was for bathing? I'm going to throw you to death!"
After being thrown down and beaten several times in a row, Baimei was so angry that he suddenly burst into curse words, "Fuck his tits! Fuck his tits!"
Jian Ning actually laughed when he heard this. This was the language used by the old men in Dingxian Village when they were extremely angry, such as Old Dingtou, the head of the village, and Mr. Ding Sanye. Jian Ning had even heard Ding Youtian utter such foul language when he was furious, not to mention Ma Fuquan.
In Jian Ning's impression, among the men in Dingxian Village, it seems that only Blind Liu never swears.
"You bad bird, you don't learn good things, but you learn these bad words. If you keep spewing shit, do you believe I will pluck out all your feathers? You will become a hairless crow."
Jian Ning said something and poked it on the forehead, making its two little eyes open and close. When Jian Ning let it go, it shook hard, and water droplets fell to the ground like a fairy scattering flowers. Then it flew to the fruit tree with all its leaves fallen, and cursed at Jian Ning: "Stinky crow! Rotten crow..."
Wu Ya is Jian Ning's nickname, given by Grandma Wu.
At first, Jian Ning thought Baimei was scolding him, and he chuckled with delight. Later, he realized that it was scolding him. Jian Ning glanced at it, took out the bucket, scooped the spiritual spring water that Baimei had previously contaminated into the medicinal field, and quietly picked up a small pebble and held it in his hand.
Baimei was on guard against her at first, and even jumped onto another fruit tree. However, when he saw that she was only watering the medicinal field, he relaxed his guard and continued to scold Jian Ning.
Just as it was cursing happily, Jane Ning raised her hand, and it screamed and fell heavily from the fruit tree.
Jane Ning ignored it. After a while, it stumbled over to her, dragging its wings, and rubbed its head against her ankles, asking for treatment.
"Do you still dare to scold me?" Jane Ning asked, staring at it.
Baimei tilted his little head and looked at Jian Ning. He blinked a few times and a tear rolled down his face.
Jane Ning was frightened and thought that she had hit it too hard and had broken its wings. She quickly picked it up and examined it carefully. It turned out that it was trying to get pity.
"I can't deal with you anymore. Humph, I'll let you go this time, but if you do it again next time, I'll pluck out all your feathers."
Jane Ning applied ointment to it, left it among the herbs, and went out to sit on the porch, gazing at the moonlight in a daze. If she were in the countryside at this hour, she would either be helping Da Niu with homework, teaching Qiao Feng how to make Chinese patent medicine, or making stuffed dolls in her room. There was plenty of things to do.
Unaccustomed to idleness, she surveyed the small house, feeling completely bored. A sudden thought struck her: "Will this time and space transition to socialism a thousand years from now, with people starting to use cell phones and other electronic gadgets?" Then, she wondered if, years from now, someone would be sitting where she was now, staring blankly at the moonlight.
After a moment's hesitation, Jian Ning decided to leave something behind for people a thousand years from now. She pulled the money box from the herb room and first took out a silver ingot, weighing fifty taels. But she couldn't bear to part with it. What if no one dug it up? She put it back, finally selecting three copper coins made in the first year of the Yongping reign. She began searching the yard for something inscribed that wouldn't rot.
There are ready-made pebbles in the Baicaojian medicinal field, but those were picked up by the stream in her previous life. She is afraid that future archaeologists will be able to infer the time when the stones were formed by testing the decay rate, and by then even copper coins may be regarded as high-quality imitations.
She ignored the fact that the pebbles would also be baptized by time after thousands of years if they were taken out and buried in the soil, just like when we have a brain short circuit and search the house for the keys.
Jian Ning searched the entire yard and found a satisfactory stone under a blossoming tree. She used a knife to carve a crooked traditional Chinese character on the stone, which read: "A gift from the person who traveled through time and space to the destined person a thousand years later." She also carved the year, month, day and time, and prepared to bury it under the blossoming tree together with three copper coins.
She took out the tools from among the herbs, but to her surprise, she had only been digging for a while when she unearthed a long wooden box. Her heart was pounding. Could it be that some elder had the same idea as her and left behind an antique?
Without time to dwell on it, she brushed off the dirt from the wooden box and opened it. Inside was a wooden sculpture of a human figure, with a slug pendant dangling from it. She took out a CFL and shone it on the sculpture. The woman in the sculpture, with her hair tied in a simple bun, looked ethereal and otherworldly, with an air of celestial beauty. Her features gave her a sense of déjà vu.
Jane Ning thought it was a character she had seen in a movie in her past life, so she didn't think much of it. Then she looked inside the box and saw a small piece of paper. The handwriting was beautiful and neat. Looking at her own words, they looked like earthworms crawling, and she felt ashamed.
This small note was left by Ah Man's mother. From the content of the note, Hua seemed to have a premonition that she would not live long. She wrote that if anyone from the tribe found Ah Man in the future, she hoped that Ah Man would no longer be a saint, but just be an ordinary person.
Jian Ning put away the wood carving and the small note, placed the three copper coins and the stone with the words on it into a wooden box and buried it under the flower tree, then went to the main courtyard to find Huo Jincheng.
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