Chapter 311

Originally thought that the chicken was chasing her, her hair stood up, and she could not help walking forward. She was surrounded by people, and her sharp voice pierced the eardrum of everyone.

Xia Yue covered her eyes and didn't dare to look again. Everyone was shocked. The village head's wife was quick witted and rushed to drive the chicken back to the nest. She said to them with a smile, "that's what the country yard is like! Surprise the young lady! Please come inside

As soon as he reached out, he wanted to help Wang Fuchun enter, but Wang Fuchun subconsciously hid behind.

Looking at her rough hands, her eyes shed a bit of disgust. At the same time, her hands rubbed against her clothes and took the lead to walk into the room with her skirt.

The house was clean and bright. The village head's wife ran to the kitchen to cook noodles for them.

Qin Yuran apologetically said to the village head, "it's getting late. I'm sorry to come here to disturb you."

"Look at what you said. It's our honor for you to have a night's rest here. Don't worry about it! It's just that you will be wronged at night! "

"No injustice!" Qin Yuran and beitanghao look at each other and smile.

Wang Fuchun curled his lips and said, "it's not true. Is this room leaking?" Next to the living room is a bedroom. Through the mottled wooden door, it is dark and even smelling of moisture.

This said, the village head blushed and said, "there will be a little rain, but we will cover it with grass in a moment."

"No need!" Qin Yuran quickly waved his hand and said, "don't bother. There's no need to worry. There's no light and thunder. If there's an accident, you'll lose a lot because of small things."

Wang Fuchun turned her mouth and said discontentedly, "I am a young lady of the prime minister's mansion. I have never lived in such a humble house. It's just like a pigsty."

The village head's wife came from the outside. Originally, she was very excited. When she heard the speech, she felt a little displeased. She lowered her head and pressed the eggs in the bowl under the other bowl's surface. Then she immediately called out with a smile: "noodles are ready. Come on, eat while it's hot, and rush into the cold!"

The hungry Wang Fuchun forgot to complain and pursed his lips involuntarily.

She just reached out to take it, but the village head's wife held it in front of Qin Yuran and said with a smile, "Miss, please!" Give her the chopsticks.

Finally, Wang Fuchun was given a bowl of noodles with little water. Seeing that he lost his appetite, he pointed to the bowls of beitanghao and Qin Yuran, "why do they have yellow orange and orange poached eggs in their bowls?"

"Although our cottage is big, our life is hard. Let's make it up to the two ladies." He picked up the apron and wiped it on his hand. His face was rather cold, but he turned his head and asked Qin Yuran with a smile: "is the face still palatable?"

Qin Yuran nodded repeatedly, "it's very fragrant!"

Beitanghao also ate with relish, but Wang Fuchun was left alone and depressed.

She snorted coldly, "it's just a bowl of noodles. Even our servants' food is much more exquisite than this!" However, no one paid attention to it. All the people gathered around Qin Yuran and asked about their experiences on the road.

She wanted to leave with her chopsticks, but she was frustrated. After a whole day's hard work, she didn't care much about it. Then she stopped two bites.

After dinner, persistent lighting lamp into the room, the dark wall, slightly wet ground, even the quilt feel sticky and slippery.

She was scared to scream, summer month rushed to her shush a, pointed to the outside is chatting people.

Sitting on the bed, Wang Fuchun regretfully said, "if you think my lady has ever been so indifferent and aggrieved, can the quilt sleep? I don't know if there are bedbugs in it

Xia Yue was holding the lamp. She carefully turned over the endorsement, checked it, and said with a smile, "Miss, make it one night. I can see that the quilt is dry and fresh. I must have dried it not long ago. Don't worry about it!"

She reluctantly asked Xia Yue to undress her and hide in the quilt.

A country woman was still so proud that she asked her father to come to clean it up tomorrow. I only felt her eyes heavy and her voice was getting lower and lower.

Although she talked, she had already gone to sleep. Xia Yue was relieved. When she went to close the door, she heard beitanghao and Qin Yuran talking to the village head.

"I've heard that you haven't had any visitors here lately, but we'd like to know why." Qin Yuran didn't dislike that the tea used for making tea was fine powder and tasted it.

They are easy-going, and the village head's wife opened the conversation box for a while.

"It is said that relatives in the capital have become high-ranking officials. From time to time, people from the countryside ask us to go to pay homage to him. After all, we are the head of the village, and he is merciful. It's really hard for other villagers to live in! "

"How could it have happened?" Qin Yuran was displeased and said, "the emperor's feet are simply bold and reckless!"

"But he said that the emperor manages everything, and who will take care of us ordinary people? Besides, his family is rich and has a lot of thugs. He walks in this area in a horizontal direction. Alas, even if he is not mentioned, there is nothing we can do to protect the officials!"

"What's the man's name?"

"Surname Chen, name Chen Dayuan!"

Chen Dayuan? Beitanghao and Qin Yuran look at each other.Isn't beitanghao's housekeeper? Maybe the same name.

Beitanghao's face became more and more ugly. Qin Yuran also yawned and said in a soft voice, "don't worry. The wicked will have their own evil retribution. Someone will take care of him!"

"If so, we will burn incense and worship Buddha. Thank you for your protection."

It's raining in the next day. It's sunny for the village head to live in.

When Qin Yuran got up, she only felt backache and backache. She dragged a heavy step to the courtyard where vegetables were planted and chicken houses were built in the corner.

The chickens were released and paced back and forth in the yard.

Qin Yuran feels happy. There is a voice of swearing inside. She looks up. Wang Fuchun is scolding Xia Yue.

In the evening of summer, she washed her skirt, and the pomegranate skirt was dragged over the muddy water. The color became indescribable and had already changed beyond recognition.

She scolded angrily, "you've learned to be lazy. You can't even wash a dress. The skirt is my favorite!"

"Miss!" Summer month has suffering words, drooping eyebrows, dare not explain.

All the way, she scolded and walked all the way. Seeing Qin Yuran sitting in the yard, she was stunned. She put down her skirt and walked forward. Only when she came to the yard, she could not help covering her nose.

After the rain, the land is wet and has a fishy smell. She frowned and said unhappily: "it was you yesterday. If it wasn't delayed in the temple, we don't need to live in the countryside. Now we're still itching. I don't know if we can infect lice!"