Chapter 116 Customs (Part 3)
Cui Hejin looked at her body trembling slightly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to suppress the emotions in his eyes.
He also tried hard to control his emotions.
"Did it scare you?"
Jiang Zhiluo shook her head and said, "No."
She wouldn't be afraid of him, "It's just that you're different than usual. I wonder what's wrong with you?"
She would only worry about him.
Cui Hejin asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Are you injured?"
"I'm not hurt."
"The blood is really not yours?"
This afternoon, Cui Hejin was thinking about the blood on her body and the news he had heard, and he felt a little uneasy.
Jiang Zhiluo looked at Cui Hejin and probably understood.
"Are you afraid of my wounds?"
Realizing this, Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and her eyebrows suddenly curved into crescent shapes.
She stretched out her hand and pressed the wall behind her, then looked up at him and said, "Husband, are you worried about me and caring about me?"
"How about letting my husband check it out?"
Jiang Zhiluo's eyes were as clear as clear water, yet as bright as the sun, and she just looked at Cui Hejin like that.
She deliberately wanted to see Cui Hejin's reaction.
Cui Hejin's expression changed and he slowly turned his head to look at her.
His picturesque eyes were as deep as fog, as if hiding a hint of charming entanglement.
When Jiang Zhiluo met such a look, her heart trembled violently, and she felt as if a vine was wrapped around her heart.
She couldn't handle it.
Jiang Zhiluo put her hand down and turned her head away from Cui Hejin. "Ahem... well, I'm fine. I'm not injured."
"The young master of the clinic was seriously injured, and I got blood on myself when I was treating his wound."
Cui Hejin whispered, "A fire broke out at the Xinglin Clinic at 3 p.m. It must have been an assassination attempt."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiluo's face changed drastically. "What? There's a fire? Where are the people in the clinic?"
The people at Xinglin Clinic were very nice. When Cui Hejin fell ill that night, she went to the clinic to borrow some silver needles. Later, the young owner gave her the set of silver needles as a gift.
Besides, she also earned medical fees from there. Not to mention the initial ten taels of silver, even the current twenty taels of silver was not a small amount.
Others didn't believe that a young girl had medical skills, but the young master trusted her.
This kind of trust is really rare.
Cui Hejin's eyes moved slightly, and a sense of momentum emanated from his body, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
"You're worried about him!"
Jiang Zhiluo didn't notice anything strange about Cui Hejin's expression at this moment, and she just instinctively replied, "Of course, I just saved someone, and if he dies, I'll feel like it was all in vain."
Cui Hejin said coldly: "Don't worry, he's fine."
Jiang Zhiluo breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he realized what was happening and asked, "Hey, how did you know that?"
Cui Hejin didn't say anything.
Jiang Zhiluo knew that if he didn't want to talk about something, he wouldn't say it no matter how much she asked.
But she believed Cui Hejin's words, as long as the person was okay, it was good.
"Well, since there's nothing else to do, let's clean up first and have dinner."
Cui Hejin nodded.
That night, Jiang Zhiluo slept uneasily, and her dreams were all about fire.
Cui Hejin was a light sleeper and seemed to be able to sense her uneasiness and abnormality at the first moment.
Cui Hejin stood up slightly, looked at her, tucked the quilt in for her, and said softly, "It's okay, have a good sleep."
The next morning, when Jiang Zhiluo woke up, it was still dark and Cui Hejin had already gotten up.
After washing up, he went to fetch water.
Jiang Zhiluo and Mrs. Cui made chive dumplings and pot cakes.
After breakfast, Jiang Zhiluo and Mrs. Cui pushed the small food cart to Yangliu Village.
It was just dawn when they set out.
At this time, many families in the village have gotten up. Some have already started making breakfast, and smoke is coming out of the chimneys on the eaves.
There were also children helping with housework, driving a group of ducks and geese to the river early in the morning.
The group of ducks and geese were lined up and quacking, which looked quite cute.
When the children in the village saw Madam Cui and Jiang Zhiluo, they would shout out, "Auntie, Sister Jiang."
Mrs. Cui would also respond enthusiastically, "Hey, it's Daquan, are you going to the river?"
"Well, if we drive the ducks into the river, we won't have to feed them. They can eat in the river."
There were also people who were carrying water home, and when they saw them, they would greet them warmly.
The villagers are warm and welcoming, and they will exchange a few words when they meet.
"Hey, Miss Cui, just look at this thing, are you going to set up a stall?"
Madam Cui said, "This was made by Zhiluo's father. It's very useful. Yes, he's going to set up a stall in Yangliu Village."
"Oh, your in-laws are so nice."
"Of course not!"
"By the way, you can go to the market later. Many people from our village are going to Yangliu Village to attend the market today. They have agreed to take the village head's ox cart. His youngest son will drive the ox cart to the market, and we will follow him."
Zhou Zhaoxi, the eldest son of the village head, also helped build the house and received wages every day, so he had no time to go anywhere else on weekdays.
However, the youngest son of the village head is also strong and capable, and can drive an ox cart.
Mrs. Cui smiled and said, "No, it's just right for us to go there by pushing the cart."
Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help laughing until she walked out of the village.
Thinking back to my previous life, no matter what I did, I was always in a hurry, and I was moving quickly around the big city.
But here, watching everyone's slow pace of life and listening to everyone talking, my breathing slows down.
Such a slow pace and pastoral life can actually make people relax involuntarily.
The small dining cart has drum wheels and handles on the side, so you can push it like a cart, which is very convenient.
When we arrived at Yangliu Village, we could clearly feel that the roads on both sides were much wider.
The nearby roads also seemed to have been repaired, without any potholes and very smooth.
Madam Cui said, "A long time ago, when there were not many villages nearby, Yangliu Village was established. Therefore, Yangliu Village has the custom of going to the market, which is passed down from our ancestors."
"Later, more and more people from nearby villages came here. Knowing that Yangliu Village had many people selling things and the prices were cheap, they also wanted to come here to attend the market."
“Although it’s just a village, there are many kinds of things.”
"The market here was bustling during the twelfth month of last year."
Jiang Zhiluo asked, "Can't we have a market in our village?"
It would be convenient if you go to the market in Donghe Village.
"Which village has a market? It's a custom passed down from our ancestors. It's not like any village can just open a market if it wants to. To open a market, it has to be able to run. There have to be both sellers and buyers. Our Donghe Village is remote and has poor conditions, so it's difficult to hold a market."
"Yangliu Village is large, and every household has ample land and abundant food. The conditions are good. There are hundreds of households in this village alone, so naturally everyone is happy to come to Yangliu Village for the market."
Jiang Zhiluo understood that this meant that the people in Yangliu Village itself had the purchasing power.
They arrived a little late and there wasn't much room left.
Many stalls were set up.
Jiang Zhiluo took a look and found that there were indeed many kinds of things, more than those in the East Market in the town.
She also saw someone selling cloth. Jiang Zhiluo's expression changed and she said, "Mom, there's a stall selling cloth over there. I wonder if the price is cheap!"
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