Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

On the contrary, the woman at the steamed stuffed bun stall was much more enthusiastic. At first, I was too thin skinned to put it away. Later, I could talk to the old customers who came to buy steamed buns or the neighboring stalls.

"Boss, wrap me two steamed buns."

"OK, two Wen altogether."

Ruan Siyi's eyes on the book moved over there——

She wore a green cloth dress, a bun and a handkerchief on her head. It seems that without silk and gold, people will save a lot at once. In the past, I disliked the round figure. Because of the hard work these days, I also lost a lot of weight. With a red face and a smile on her face, she took each other's copper plate and received it in the pocket under the apron

Qiao put the copper money away and felt someone looking at her and looked up at him.

He hastily withdrew his eyes, and so did she.

"Xianggong, are you hungry?"

Ruan Siyi was inexplicably angry. She only asked him this every time, making it seem that he was a pig.

But this anger was hard to say. He could only shake his head.

At noon, there were fewer people in the street.

Qiao took out a small stove, filled it with firewood, and took out a earthen pot from the car. Ignite the fire, and soon the soup in the earthen pot rolled.

She touched it with her hand, which was so hot that she couldn't help touching her earlobe. She went to get a rag and wrapped it around the edge. Take out two thick porcelain bowls and pour out the soup from the earthen pot. One bowl is full, but the other bowl is only half full. Finally, she poured all the ingredients at the bottom of the earthen pot into half a bowl.

After that, she picked up two steaming steamed buns from the steamer and put them on the plate. With that bowl of soup, he brought it to Ruan Siyi.

"Xianggong, it's time for dinner."

Ruan Siyi didn't speak and took it silently. Qiao went to the stool behind his stall and sat down.

Just about to start lunch, the bowl in front of her was taken away, and then another bowl was put in front of her.

"That, my husband, I like soup."

Ruan Siyi ignored her, took a gulp of the soup and turned to eat his own steamed bread.

Qiao lowered her head and bit by bit broke the steamed bread and fed it to her mouth. No one saw that she had already burst into tears.

In the evening, Ruan Siyi cleaned up his side and came silently to help Qiao collect it. After that, he carried the bookcase on his back and helped Qiao push the cart with his empty hand.

The car looks small, but it's actually heavy. It's very difficult for Qiao to push it alone.

She pushed the car alone for a month. Occasionally, mother Chen would come to help her. In the next two months, one more person helped her push it.

This day, after dinner.

Qiao finished cleaning the table and quietly put something beside the table.

Ruan Siyi was stunned when he saw it.

This is not a rare treasure, but a Book of the Analects of Confucius.

For Ruan Siyi in the past, he regarded it as an old shoe. But now, he has thought for a long time and is not willing to buy it, or he has no spare money to buy it at all. The money I earn every day is only enough not to be hungry, but such a book needs several liang of silver.

After Qiao put it down, he went to the kitchen. Ruan Siyi was stunned for a long time before he slowly stretched out his hand to get the book.

After taking it, he rubbed it for a long time.

at night.

In the quiet bedroom, a small world surrounded by gauze curtains.

"In fact, you can go back to your mother's house. You don't have to live such a life with me..."

Qiao's eyes were wide open, staring at the empty sky and choking, "marry chicken with chicken, marry dog with dog, I'm not going anywhere..."

She thought she could finally cover the heat, or didn't she cover the heat?

Qiao Xinlan, how long can you hold on?

He seems to be around, but he doesn't seem to be there. It's very close, but it feels very far away.

Qiao turned over carefully, buried his face in the quilt and held his breath for a long time before he burst into tears.