Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

But Jiang Wenzheng just leaned there, blocking the inside.

"Pass me the pillow inside."

Su Yuanyuan looked anxiously at her own pillow inside, a little confused as to why Jiang Wenzheng was so blind today.

He only raised his eyelids lazily to look at Su Yuanyuan, and asked Su Yuanyuan back.

"What are you doing?"

Su Yuanyuan was a little puzzled, of course it was on the floor, could it be that he had just finished the operation and he still went to sleep with her on the bed?
But she was afraid that Jiang Wenzheng would not understand, so she could only patiently explain to him, "The wound on your leg cannot be infected, I will stay here for a few days to guard you."

Jiang Wenzheng lowered his eyes to look at his legs tied up with bamboo sticks, and sighed silently, okay.

Su Yuanyuan quickly blew out the lamp by the bed, picked up the new quilt and lay down on the ground.

The quilt was freshly played, fluffy and thick, and it was not uncomfortable to lie on. She hugged the quilt and soon fell into a dream.

But Jiang Wenzheng was different. He fell asleep all day during the day, and he was naturally energetic at night.

Moreover, there were only slight pains in the bones of the legs, and most of the pain came from the skin and flesh where the wound was sutured. Of course, this little pain was not worth mentioning to him.

He opened his big eyes boredly, turned over and approached the bed, lying there looking at the sleeping Su Yuanyuan.

The woman's sleeping face was a little immature, her small mouth was slightly open and she was panting.

Jiang Wenzheng's night vision is better, and he can see her nostrils shaking with her breathing.

He became playful and stretched out his hand to touch Su Yuanyuan's lips.

Su Yuanyuan's skin is white and delicate, she looks like a little milk bag when she sleeps, she seems to have eaten too much these days, and her cheeks are full of flesh.

She frowned in displeasure as if someone had disturbed her dream, and closed her mouth in aggrieved manner.

Afraid of waking her up, Jiang Wenzheng quickly withdrew his hand.

But she didn't wake up, she just buried her little face in the quilt and continued to sleep, with no intention of waking up at all.

Jiang Wenzheng himself felt bored, so he lay upright, staring at the roof above.

The Mongols are not stable these days. If they can't hold back and launch a general offensive, the city of Mount Aba on the frontier will inevitably be implicated.

Although my father's old army has been contacted now, it has been hiding in Beixu Mountain. He still needs to build a supply station to feed these soldiers.

Since the prince can still come out now, the old emperor must be in good health. If the prince goes out when he is weak, those princes will definitely strike first.

If he wanted to clean up the grievances of the Jiang family, he must let the dog emperor write down the imperial decree himself, and let him declare to the whole world that he was wrong.

Su Yuanyuan has handed over the pharmacy to Dong Yuan these days, and her medical skills are gradually becoming more sophisticated, and she can handle minor ailments with headaches and brain fever with ease.

Besides, she is cautious in doing things, so Su Yuanyuan can rest assured.

In the past few days, Su Yuanyuan stayed at home to take good care of Jiang Wenzheng.

At the beginning, Jiang Wenzheng went to the ground on crutches.

His leg bones hadn't fused with the black iron yet, and every step he took would bring the pain of broken bones.

Su Yuanyuan not only put the black iron in, but also added four steel frames on the outside of his leg bones, and a bracket in the center, so that Jiang Wenzheng would consume the least amount of leg bones when walking.

She helped Jiang Wenzheng to the door of the room. The sun was shining outside. He hadn't seen such sunshine in four or five days, so he sat on a chair in the corridor, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun.

The sun illuminated his whole body, and Su Yuanyuan looked at him from a distance as if his whole body was covered with a layer of golden light.

She brought the little crispy meat she fried to his hand, and Jiang Wenzheng ate it unceremoniously.

He didn't exercise these few days, and he ate a good meal. Through the thin white underwear, Su Yuanyuan could clearly see that the originally bulging eight-pack abs turned out to be flattening.

This is not a good thing...

She pulled the little crispy meat closer to her and kept stuffing it into her mouth, so she could only reluctantly help to get rid of it, lest her husband get fat from eating too much.

Su Yuanyuan is currently applying the scar cream she developed on Jiang Wenzheng's leg wound every night. It is the most effective time to apply it now before his current wound has fully healed.

Every time Jiang Wenzheng was smearing, he lay carelessly on the bed, while Su Yuanyuan sat on the edge of the bed and carried his leg on her lap.

Jiang Wenzheng's skin is fairer than a woman's, and his skin is delicate, like an egg with its shell removed. The most annoying thing is that he has no leg hair yet.

Every time Su Yuanyuan puts on the ointment, she doubts her life, whether Jiang Wenzheng is a man or not.

When Jiang Wenzheng's wound was almost healed and he was able to walk on crutches without anyone's support, Su Yuanyuan felt relieved to deal with the affairs of the villa.

She had to go and see how the people in the villa were growing the vegetables.

A good manager must be tolerant and magnanimous, but he can't let it go completely, otherwise there will be servants like Li Wanguan, who will deceive the top and the bottom, and turn the villa into a mess, like a Xinzheku.

She and Qing went to the villa early in the morning, when people were already working in the fields.

Su Yuanyuan asked them to take him to see the situation of the rapeseeds planted. Now that it has entered early summer, they can only plant some heat-resistant vegetables such as melons and fruits.

Some beans, eggplants, cucumbers, kale...

Su Yuanyuan looked at the little green shoots that had just emerged from the ground, and poked them lightly with her hands. They were fresh, lovely and full of vitality.

The villa has a large area. The owner’s house is located in the gentle south, covering an area of ​​about one hectare. The east is the home of farmers. There are about [-] households registered in the register. Only idle.

Su Yuanyuan asked people to plant vegetables in the east, continue to plant wheat in the south, and sent a few laborers to dig ditches in the west to draw the water from Lanyue Lake, and artificially made several acres of rice fields.

The group of people who grow vegetables and wheat can grasp it with their hands, almost from childhood.

But Mount Butterfly is located in the northwest, unlike the water villages in the south of the Yangtze River, let alone grow rice, they have never even seen what the rice looks like.

There was a middle-aged man named Pei Jian, he was big and thick, his eyes were wide open when he looked at people, he was not angry, and he often scared children to cry.

When he was young, he practiced martial arts with a teacher. Later, after he married a wife and started a family, he came to this villa as a long-term worker. Su Yuanyuan, as the new master, solved Li Wanguan who had oppressed people for a long time. He always respected Su Yuanyuan, even when he spoke He also cared very much, for fear of frightening the delicate-looking hostess.

"Ma'am, if you know it, please teach us! We are designated to study hard!"

The farmers standing behind him also said the same thing. Su Yuanyuan rescued them from fire and water, and was willing to take them to plant rice. Of course, they were willing to learn.

Su Yuanyuan had seen the contract between the villa and the farmers long ago.

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