C9 Song Chung-ji Is My Husband

Rejecting Auntie Fang's goodwill for 'cousin' to come over and sleep, Miss Gu lied without batting an eyelid, feigning shyness as she said, "We have an engagement, so we'll be married very soon."

In this era, unmarried men and women were much more forgiving. Although sleeping under the same roof was not etiquette, for rural people like Gu Caiwei who did not have any other family members, she still felt that it was still acceptable.

Aunt Fang's smile finally disappeared, but she still held her hand and said, "Since your cousin is here and you don't want to trouble others, why don't you take care of the matter as soon as possible? It's really not easy for a girl like you to come here. "

Gu Caiwei: "…"

Carrying the chicken, they almost ran home. Gu Caiwei tiptoed to look inside the house. Song Duo was still sleeping, so she couldn't help but tread lightly.

She really wanted to eat the chicken, but Master Soong needed chicken soup more. She threw the chicken with its claws tied to it at the kitchen door and went in to boil some water. Looking at the water vat that was about to reach the bottom, she was also worried. She wouldn't use a carrying pole, and every time, there would be half a bucket of water coming back from the middle of the village. She used to be able to use it, but now, there was one more person, so she had to make two extra trips in the morning.

Envy those strong women, carrying two full buckets of water, effortless. Every time Spring Flower met her, she would bring her water, but she was also embarrassed, so it was always dawn when she first went to get water.

Sighing, she boiled the water. After the water was boiled, she poured it into the dish wash basin and carried it out, then went back to get a clean bowl. She picked up Song Duo's dagger and picked up the chicken neck.

Song Duo actually woke up when she came back and subconsciously held the sword by her side. When he saw through the window that she carried a basket on her back and a chicken in her hand, he immediately relaxed.

Seeing her secretly use his dagger to kill the chicken, he was a little angry. Seeing how clean and clean she was, how she treated her wounds in the afternoon, he recalled how familiar she was. What kind of woman was she?

The setting sun shone down on the small courtyard, coating her with a layer of golden light. She quickly plucked the feathers of her chicken with a joyful expression on her face — a discordant yet harmonious picture.

"Cousin, you're awake?"

After Gu Caiwei had stewed the chicken soup, she made a hand roll for noodles and came in to "check the room". She saw Song Duo leaning against the wall as he sat there, with his eyes half-closed, and asked him with a smile.

"Does the wound hurt? Do you feel feverish? Oh, cold? " With such a heavy wound, it was hard to avoid a fever.

Song Duo shook his head coldly.

Gu Caiwei was used to seeing all kinds of patients, so she didn't feel angry. She walked up to him and touched his forehead.

Song Duo put a cold hand on his forehead. After a pause, he opened her hand and scolded, "What are you doing?"

He was somewhat vexed. He was unexpectedly not on guard, allowing this foolish nun to succeed.

"See if you have a fever." Gu Caiwei looked at her somewhat red arm and became angry, "Do you think you are Song Zhongji? I want to take advantage of you! "Serves you right for having a fever, burning till you're dumb, forget it!"

"Who is Song Zhongji?" Song Duo asked hesitantly. He did not feel uncomfortable, nor did he care if he had a fever.

Gu Caiwei snappily replied, "My husband."

He still had a low fever. Would he have a high fever at night? In the evening, he would boil another bowl of antipyretic medicine for him. It would be best if he could go to Auntie Fang's place and get a bowl of liquor for him. At night, he would wipe his body.

"Who's husband?" Contrary to Gu Caiwei's concern about his physical condition, he was only interested in her words.

Gu Caiwei rolled her eyes, "Husband! "Hubby!"

"You're married?" Song Duo was shocked and immediately asked. He then looked at her hair and asked, "Then why don't you comb the woman's bun?"

"He's dead."

Her relationship with that era was no less than a life and death parting.

Gu Caiwei thought that she would never be able to eat her pizza, never see Korean dramas and never go out with her best friend to see movies. She couldn't help but feel sad, her eyes turning red.

Song Duo thought she was in pain for her dead husband and didn't say anything for a while.

Now, also want to live a good life, I am not happy, grandpa will not be happy in the sky. Gu Caiwei said to herself silently. Do a good job of psychological construction, Song Duo said:

"You were sold after your husband died?"

Gu Caiwei froze for a moment. She didn't know how to explain her lies, so she could only nod her head.

Song Duo had truly misunderstood. He already had a tragic story in his heart: Gu Caiweikov was sold, presumably because his parents had no one living in their own home. Now, it was difficult for them to live by themselves. She loved and hated her husband, which was why she was so sad to talk about him, but she did not want to tie her hair for him. Her current crazy personality was probably due to her being overly stimulated.

"The government encourages the living and does not force widows to keep their festivals. With your young age, you will still have a good marriage in the future." Song Duo thought for a long time before he finally said dryly.

Gu Caiwei didn't know that this was the first time Song Duo comforted someone. It was not easy at all.

"Forget it," she waved her hand nonchalantly. "When a person eats his fill, his whole family is not hungry. After marrying, he serves his parents-in-law, his men and his children, and at home outside, there is no end. "Men are useless, it's easy for them to go home and hit their women. Men have good prospects, and they will have three wives and four concubines …"

At this point, Gu Caiwei couldn't help but think of the women in the village, it was really hard for them to live. What a damned era.

"Men have three wives, four concubines. Why not?" Song Duo looked at her strangely.

Gu Caiwei did not want to continue this topic. To be able to discuss the three views with someone more than ten centuries away from the three views was truly destroying the three views.

"I know about medicinal herbs and I know how to treat illnesses. Hmm, although no one knows about it yet, the aroma isn't something to be afraid of. I can support myself with my skills." Gu Caiwei said, "Oh, I have to go see the chicken soup. You can lie down for a while, I'll make you noodles with the chicken soup tonight."

After saying so, she stomped on the ground and flew out the door like a gust of wind.

Song Duo looked at her with a hint of pity.

The chicken soup used the oil from the oil slick to make the soup bottom, the hands that cooked the tendons had rolled the noodles, three poached eggs laid on the ground, and a dish called Xiao Qing. The soup was fresh and beautiful, causing one's appetite to rise.

This time, Gu Caiwei was smarter. She used the largest porcelain bowl to fill a bowl full of chicken noodle soup, gave him two poached eggs, and a smaller bowl for herself.

She had stewed the rest of the meat, except for the dried chicken and a chicken leg she had left behind to make small wontons in the morning.

"The chicken leg is yours and the wings are mine. The head of the chicken is yours, and the neck of the chicken is mine. Gu Caiwei pointed at the chicken on the table and said, "You should eat more bitter melon. Go to the fire."

Song Duo looked at Gu Caiwei who was sitting opposite to him. She seemed to feel uncomfortable and adjusted her sitting posture repeatedly. She seemed to be under no pressure at all when she was eating in front of an adult man, except that she was not used to sitting.