Chapter 988

Zhou Han disassembles the fruit and puts it in the donkey cart. As soon as he turns back, he bumps into a big white bun. Xia Xiaoran raises his arm and puts the bun on Zhou Han's face. Zhou Han took the steamed stuffed bun and turned red before he spoke. He said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry. Ling Xue, you can keep it."

Xia Xiaoran put the remaining steamed stuffed bun in his hand to Zhou Han, picked up the water can and poured a mouthful, "don't worry about me, you've done so much work, eat more."

"Hey, hey." Zhou Han put the bun into his mouth and said vaguely, "mm-hmm, Ling Xue, you're so nice."

It's very nice of you. Xia Xiaoran got goose bumps. He rubbed his arm and thought, this is really disgusting, but he blushed unconsciously.

On the way back, it's very easy. Thinking about today's success, Xia Xiaoran is sleepy and sleepy.

It's getting dark, and the night wind gently blows Zhou's clothes on Xia Xiaoran.

In a daze, Xia Xiaoran looks at Zhou Han putting the fruit basket into the room, then vaguely takes over one thing, vaguely says goodbye to Zhou Han and closes the door.

Looking at the purse in his hand, Xia Xiaoran was stunned for two seconds before he remembered that he didn't pay Zhou Han. When he opened the door to chase him, he saw that Zhou Han had gone away with his donkey cart.

"How can the donkey walk so fast?" Xia Xiaoran angrily closes the door.

Sprinkle the things in the purse on the table. A few pieces of silver, most of which are copper, add up to only a thousand Wen.

Xia Xiaoran knows the ancient currency, and after so many days of observation, it seems that the price of the world is still very high. A steamed bun costs ten Wen.

It seems that the money earned today is not enough for half a month. Xia Xiaoran is lying on the table and sighs, complaining about why the damned system must get him into a small businessman. If he is a jeweler, he should worry so much.

The not too thick quilt wrapped up in the body, Xia Xiaoran desolately felt what is a penny hard hero.

Xia Xiaoran even got up early for several days, and Zhou Han drove his donkey cart to the city to sell hawthorn, which made the surrounding vendors familiar.

Holding Hawthorn leisurely sigh, Xia Xiaoran lamented to think: everything is good, is to sell too little money.

Zhou Hanhong put out a hand and said, "why does Ling Xue always sigh?"

"Upset." Xia Xiaoran said angrily, but he immediately banned the sound, because Zhou Han stretched out his big hand, and there was a small box of exquisite Rouge in the middle.

Leng for a while, Xia Xiaoran just remember to refuse, everyday let others to help, did not pay even if, collect things how also can't say the past.

"No, I can't take it." Xia Xiaoran felt that his face was not so big.

Zhou Han's face turned more red and said in a low voice, "I didn't give it to you. My mother asked me to give it to you."

Zhou Han is rough, and he is also rough. Xia Xiaoran believes that he won't think of giving himself such a delicate thing. He doesn't want to refuse it when he moves out of Zhang Meng. Xia Xiaoran lowers his head and thinks for a while. Just as Zhou Han can't help turning his head, Xia Xiaoran picks up rouge and whispers a thank you.

Then all afternoon, Zhou Han's dark face was full of smiles, but Xia Xiaoran was stunned.

The lunch was given by the boss of the next bun stall. The skin of the bun was thin and the stuffing was big. It was delicious. Zhou Han ate three at a time. Xia Xiaoran rolled his eyes to see him and knew how to eat.

On the way back, Xia Xiaoran is still in a bad mood. He lowers his head and doesn't speak. Zhou Han doesn't know what happened to Xia Xiaoran and doesn't dare to speak rashly.

When he arrives at Xia Xiaoran's home, Zhou Han puts everything away. Xia Xiaoran suddenly takes out a silver hairpin from his arms and puts it into Zhou Han's hand. Without waiting for Zhou Han to react, Xia Xiaoran goes to the house. "This is a gift for mother Zhang. Don't refuse it."

Standing at the window and looking at Zhou Han's lonely back in the sunset, Xia Xiaoran's face is gradually shrouded in shadow.

The next few days, Xia Xiaoran found a reason not to sell hawthorn.

He poured the remaining copper in his purse onto the table. Xia Xiaoran held his head and wailed: "this is the rhythm of eating earth!"

Two fingers pinch a copper plate, Xia Xiaoran squints at the small things in his hand, and sighs leisurely. He knew that he would not send the silver hairpin.

Scratched messy hair, unexpectedly saw that box of rouge that Zhou Han sent.

Xia Xiaoran is not a person who can't afford to let go. He just thinks that Zhou Han is flattering himself, but he can't respond. He feels a little guilty.

It's not my style. Xia Xiaoran looks at the delicate box with an eyebrow and throws it into the cupboard. Xia Xiaoran whole body wrinkled clothes, ready to go out to relax.

For several days, I didn't find that the trees on the mountain had turned yellow, and everything was developing towards late autumn.

Xia Xiaoran walked slowly along the mountain road to her orchard. Zhou Han helped her pick the Hawthorn these days. He transported it to her door and left without saying a word.

It seems that I haven't visited the garden for a long time. Xia Xiaoran has no guilt of not working hard.

In the orchard, the situation is much better than Xia Xiaoran imagined. There is no broken fruit hanging on a tree, and the land is not dry enough to crack. Even the leaves on the ground are very few. They are swept up and piled up at the roots of trees as nourishment for the coming year. Xia Xiaoran curls his mouth. It should be said that Zhou Han works fast. Since the orchard has nothing to worry about, go to the canal and have a look. A large part of Xia Xiaoran's motivation to earn money is to save money and hire people to dig a canal. But later, with less and less money, Xia Xiaoran lost his interest in selling hawthorn. Following the mark made last time, Xia Xiaoran easily finds the target and an unexpected person this time“ What are you doing here? " Seeing Zhou Han again, Xia Xiaoran is not at all uncomfortable. Greeting is as casual and natural as asking if you have eaten in the morning. Instead, Zhou Han, who is 1.8 meters old, blushed first and hesitated for a long time before he said a complete sentence, "isn't Lingxue trying to dig a canal? I'll come and dig it if I have nothing to do. Maybe I can dig it when I get through." This sentence is very familiar, let Xia Xiaoran suddenly think of just found the river when Zhou Han comfort his words. Unexpectedly, this silly boy is serious. Xia Xiaoran just wants to cover his face“ Have you finished with your orchard? " Zhou Han runs an orchard on another hill, and Xia Xiaoran usually asks him to bring his fruit to the fruit stand. Wipe the sweat on the face, Zhou Han's expression appears very embarrassed, don't cross the face and say: "busy." Xia Xiaoran ignored the awkward Zhou Han and looked up at the distant mountain. After a long time, he sighed and said to Zhou Han, "you don't have to dig. I will find a way to make money." In the distance is Xia Xiaoran's orchard, red Hawthorn hidden in the dark green leaves, is very conspicuous. Xia Xiaoran silently clenched his fist. If such a simple thing can defeat her, he will despise himself“ What can I do? " Zhou Han asked. After a few days of observation, Zhou Han found that Huang Lingxue is very different from before. He not only speaks terms he can't understand, but also has many ideas of his own. These new ideas have achieved unexpected success. Zhou Han is used to listening to Xia Xiaoran. Xia Xiaoran commanding his only soldier Zhou Han: "you, go to the city and buy me dozens of Jin of sugar." Since the Hawthorn value is too low to sell at a good price, let her increase the added value.