The group chatted and laughed, politely asking Fang Qing to be quiet.
A few years ago, people couldn't even get enough to eat. In recent years, every household has built a new house and can eat and dress warmly, all thanks to bean sprouts.
If it weren't for her grain seeds, they wouldn't have this kind of life.
"It's dark and the road is difficult to walk. I'll walk you a bit."
As he spoke, Zhang Daikui took the reins and began to drive the carriage himself.
Fang Qing didn't stand on ceremony with him. When they reached a section of road that was easier to walk on, Fang Qing quickly told him to go back and handed him the umbrella.
Only after watching Zhang Daikui disappear into the rain did Fang Qing tell the driver to continue on his way.
By the time they arrived at Fangjia Village, it was completely dark.
The carriage suddenly stopped after crossing the small stone bridge at the village entrance.
"What's wrong?"
“It’s Shi’an,” the coachman replied.
Fang Qing was overjoyed and quickly lifted the carriage curtain. Sure enough, she saw Zhao Shi'an under the old tree at the entrance of the village.
His tall and slender figure made his ordinary robe look exceptionally good. He held an umbrella and carried an oil lamp in his hand.
The lighting was dim, but when he looked at her, Fang Qing still met his dark eyes precisely.
He lifted his foot and walked over here. Fang Qing noticed that his gaze lingered on the mud in the carriage for a moment.
"elder brother……"
Fang Qing felt inexplicably guilty, and her voice was drowned out by the heavy rain.
He got into the carriage and pulled down the curtain.
"Aren't you worried about getting wet?"
Zhao Shi'an's voice was deep and inexplicably oppressive.
Fang Qing stuck out her tongue.
"Brother, were you waiting for me?"
"I'm waiting for a ghost."
"Hehe, I knew you were waiting for me, brother. You don't know, my carriage overturned on the way back, and I hit my head. I got a huge bump. You don't believe me? Look."
As she spoke, she leaned her head towards Zhao Shi'an.
Zhao Shi'an glanced at it and pushed it away; there was no bag at all.
"You deserve it, don't you? I told you not to go out in the rain, but you wouldn't listen."
"It was fine when I left home. I didn't know it would rain when I came back."
Fang Qing looked at him resentfully and said unhappily, "Brother, you don't care about me anymore."
Zhao Shi'an looked at her helplessly.
"If you were really hurt, you would definitely try your best to hide it. The more you cry out in pain, the more you're faking it. Don't I know you?"
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