Chapter 155: Why are you so nervous? Can I still bite you?
Uncle Xu, whose ambition had been fulfilled, had an unfathomable look on his face: "Xia Xia, you are still young, you don't understand my feeling of having my ambition fulfilled."
Sang Zhixia laughed quietly and didn't respond.
Xu Yu caught her meaning and replied naturally, "We don't really understand."
"Didn't Zhizhi also say she wanted Uncle San to help her modify the tools used for farming? Won't those things she mentioned be very useful once they're improved?"
He was responsible for recording and drawing some of the wonderful ideas that Sang Zhixia came up with from time to time. Although he still didn't quite understand what they meant specifically, he could talk about them very clearly.
"There are also various items needed for breeding and transplanting rice. There are so many things waiting for Uncle San to get his hands on. Isn't it too early to be satisfied now?"
Uncle Xu's eyes lit up as he thought about it. He raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp with great courage, not wanting to delay any longer.
"You're right!"
"No, I'm going to go take another look now!"
Aunt Xu reached out to stop him but failed. She stared in amazement at her husband, who seemed to be a dozen years younger, rushing into the makeshift open space to bang things around, and couldn't stop laughing.
The complaints spoken out loud are always heartwarming.
"Look at him, he's been like this ever since he started working on that waterwheel. If he didn't know when to eat, he probably wouldn't even bother eating!"
Aunt Xu was a little amused when she heard this: "Isn't it good to be ambitious?"
Uncle Xu was not an ambitious person when he was young. He was too lazy to fight for power and didn't want to get involved in the dispute between the East and the West. He devoted all his attention to these hammering and banging objects.
Now that Sang Zhixia has taken the lead, he can be said to have gotten what he wanted in a different way.
Aunt Xu couldn't express her gratitude in words, so she took Sang Zhixia's hand and squeezed it gently. Seeing the lingering fatigue between Sang Zhixia's eyebrows, her tone naturally brought out some heartache.
"Xia Xia, are you tired?"
Sang Zhixia rubbed his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, I..."
"How can it be okay?"
Xu Wenxiu complained, "You spend all day in the fields doing delicate work that we don't understand. Even when there's a spare moment in a day, you're the only one doing it, and there's no one to help you."
"It's okay for a day or two, but how can I bear it for a long time?"
She had long been unable to bear it and had offered to lend a hand.
But it is really difficult for others to interfere with what Sang Zhixia has been doing recently, and Sang Zhixia is not at ease to let others do it.
When Xu Wenxiu mentioned this, a gloomy look flashed across Xu Yu's eyes, and the old man also frowned secretly.
"You can't keep going like this. You should relax a bit. Don't go to the fields tomorrow. Just rest at home."
Sang Zhixia rubbed her face helplessly, her voice muffled by fatigue: "I can't rest for the time being. If I do, something might go wrong."
She set aside a separate area in the greenhouse specifically for breeding. After careful consideration, this was the first generation of rice seeds she was cultivating, and she was absolutely not willing to be vague about it.
Sang Zhixia was afraid that everyone would continue to stare at her, so she let out a breath and said in a relaxed tone, "But it won't last long. Once the waterwheel is finished and all the newly reclaimed land is irrigated, we'll start sowing seeds over there, and we should be able to see some progress here too."
The spring breeze rustled the light clouds in the sky, and the farmland that had been resting under the thick snow for a winter was gradually awakening.
Farming in time for the season doesn't require as much effort as before, and things will be much better by then.
Just wait until then.
Sitting and chatting as a family after dinner became a daily routine for the Xu family. At such times, the resentful old lady never participated.
She stayed in the house after dinner, silent and resentful like an angry gourd with its mouth sawed off.
When everyone was talking about these things, Xu Yu rarely interrupted, and he was even more silent when talking about Sang Zhixia's hard work.
But this is only in front of others.
After that, they each went back to their rooms. Xu Yu came in with a basin of hot water. He rolled up his sleeves and said to Sang Zhixia, who was still writing and drawing on the table, "Zhizhi, come and sit down."
Sang Zhixia didn't turn around, not knowing what he brought in. She turned her back to him and said perfunctorily, "Just say what you want to say. My hands are busy and my ears are busy. I can hear everything you say."
Xu Yu rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and said nothing more. He walked straight over, put his arm around Sang Zhixia's waist, and lifted her up with brute force, sitting her down beside the bed.
Sang Zhixia still held the pen in her hand and blinked blankly: "No, do you have to be so ritualistic when you speak? If I don't look you in the eye, you can't speak or what?"
"Who said I wanted to chat with you?"
Xu Yu hooked the small stool over with his foot, sat down and grabbed Sang Zhixia's ankle.
Only then did Sang Zhixia see the steaming hot water in the wooden basin.
She realized what Xu Yu was going to do and was tongue-tied. She suddenly pulled her legs back and said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "What are you doing?"
"I've already washed up, you..."
Xu Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at her from bottom to top: "You've been standing all day, don't your feet hurt?"
Sang Zhixia was about to retort when Xu Yu stirred the water and said calmly, "You haven't been sleeping well since the day before yesterday, and your legs are always curled up. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so uncomfortable?"
Sang Zhixia herself didn't even notice her sleep state at night. She was stunned and then burst into laughter: "Who said I was uncomfortable? I just..."
"It won't stop you from soaking your feet."
Xu Yu wanted her to rest early and didn't want to waste time, so he forcefully grabbed her dodging ankle and pushed her into the hot water.
Sang Zhixia was unexpectedly scalded by the hot water and took a breath subconsciously.
Xu Yu patiently and carefully rolled up her trouser legs that had slipped down, and gently massaged her vagina to help her relax. He felt both angry and amused when he noticed the tension in her legs.
"Why are you so nervous? Can I still bite you?"
Sang Zhixia curled her toes uncomfortably, covered her face with her hands and said, "I'd rather you bite me..."
"I'm really fine. If you're worried, I can just soak it myself. There's no need to do this."
"What's the point of just soaking in hot water?"
Xu Yu acted more seriously than ever before, pressing gently with a clumsy technique.
"My father injured his leg a few years ago, and he would suffer from unbearable pain every winter. I saw the imperial physician use this technique to relax him, and it was said to be very effective."
As he spoke, he patted Sang Zhixia's white and tender calf as a warning, and glared at her threateningly, "Don't move."
"From now on, as long as I'm at home, I'll massage you every night before bed. In a couple of days, I'll go to the city and get you some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine packets from the clinic. Then you can soak them in water."
Sang Zhixia really couldn't break free, so she could only hold up her red ears and let Xu Yu play with them.
I have to say that Xu Yu does have some skills.
Sang Zhixia felt uncomfortable at first, as if her whole body was covered with thorns, but slowly, the warm feeling spread from the soles of her feet to her mind, her eyes began to look empty, and she yawned one after another.
Xu Yu estimated that the time was about up, and seeing that she was very sleepy, he finally mercifully let go of her hand.
He wiped the water off his hands, used the quilt to help the person, whose eyelids were drooping with sleepiness, lie down on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover Sang Zhixia tightly. There was a dark look in his eyes for a long time, and his heart was filled with unspeakable guilt.
He suppressed the uncontrollable pain in his heart, lowered his head with red eyes and gently kissed Sang Zhixia between the eyebrows.
"Go to sleep."
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