Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 1250: The New Year’s End (2)
"Flying man, flying man, father and mother, look at the flying man!"

The little chubby was jumping up and down in the yard, and kept yelling. Chunyu's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He was thinking, the little baby in the common people's house really doesn't know much, and they make a fuss when encountering things. He and Qingli's children will be the best-tempered in the future. Just follow him and stay calm.

Why do you have to show what you think on your face?Isn't this just giving others a chance to see through you, know yourself and the enemy, and win every battle. If you keep showing the same expression, the other party won't know what you think, so they won't be able to see through you. Everything can only be guessed.

At the moment when Qingli was lazily rolling around in the room, Chunyu Fan had already decided on the future character direction of the two little babies. Afterwards, Qingli regretted her mistake at the beginning. Chunyu the devil's thoughts turned straight.

There was not much firewood in the house, so Chunyu found a few pieces of wood and brandished a big knife. In an instant, the firewood drew a beautiful arc in the air and piled up neatly together, just like being sliced ​​vegetables and melons. Wa was even more excited, clapping her hands and applauding, "Father, mother, look quickly, the black-faced uncle next door is performing juggling, no money needed!"

Although Xiaowa lives next door, Qingli and his wife are relatively low-key on weekdays, never disclosing their identities, the aunt next door guessed a little bit, tried it out, and Qingli didn't deny it.

Because Qingli always sent cakes and snacks, the two little babies liked her very much and called her "sister", but this time they called her "uncle" and added an adjective in front of "uncle", which scared the little baby's parents very much. Light, really outspoken, do not want to die.

"Husband, is breakfast ready? I want porridge!"

Qingli heard the movement outside the house, she covered her mouth and smiled lightly, of course her husband, the devil, would not care about Xiaowa, but that title was enough for him to blush for a long time.She quickly thought of a way to change the subject.

Hearing Qingli's cry of hunger, Chunyu Wen didn't care to stare at the couple next door, and quickly entered the kitchen, fished out side dishes from the pickle jar, cut them up, and put sesame oil on them.He got better and better at the job.

Qingli reckoned that it was almost time, so she sat up from the bed and moved the bedding to the kang, so that she could continue to sleep after Chunyu Wen left.

"It's cold, why are you up?"

Chunyu Yan put the food in a food box and placed it on the table, and thoughtfully put a little fox fur cape on Qingli.The snow has not stopped, the weather is gloomy, and there is a small whirlwind blowing outside, which is cold and gloomy.

"You have to eat before going to bed."

Qingli was sitting on the chair, and Chunyu placed a charcoal basin not far from her feet after busying herself. Then she washed her hands and sat opposite to Qingli, "I'll have a good rest at home these few days, I'll be back at noon look at you."

"kindness."

The sweet taste of red dates and millet porridge entered her stomach along her throat, and Qingli felt warm all over her body, as if bathed in sunlight, she squinted her eyes in enjoyment, and nodded obediently.

When two people are together, they give to each other, and they can take care of each other when they are sick. Chunyu can do this, Qingli is very satisfied, because she knows that he is very busy.

Mei Duo was dead, she had stabbed a basket, but Chunyu Fan was very indifferent, telling her not to be afraid, everything was with him.

There is nothing to be afraid of. Since she dared to kill, she thought of the consequences. Facing the barbarians of the Great Qin, if she took a step back, the other party would threaten her endlessly. If a chicken can't lose its rice, it must be angry and counterattack.

"Eat more red dates."

Chunyu Wen saw that the millet porridge had bottomed out, so he stood up and helped Qingli Manshang. The husband and wife were more casual together, and there were no obtrusive maids around, so it was natural.

"Husband, it's the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month. I'm still in Lishui City. I miss my mother a little. She's alone in Pingyang City without a companion."

Qingli didn't lie, she had been out for a long time, and she missed Wen Shi a little bit.After getting married, she will be not used to it, and she will miss her parents, Mojia Village, and family members. At that time, Wen Shi was by her side, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted. Qingli.

"The situation is not good now, wait a while before picking up my mother."

Not only is it snowing in Lishui City, Pingyang, Sishui City is also under heavy snow, and horse-drawn carriages can't travel at all. If you want to pick people up, you have more energy than energy.He and Daqin soldiers and horses had just fought and defeated each other severely. Lishui City may change at any time, and Pingyang is safer.

Qingli also understands this truth, and when Chunyu Fan said it, she was relieved, and when the war is not so serious and the weather is warmer, she can walk around with her mother-in-law to relax.

This heavy snow disaster is a good opportunity for Daqin. The snow outside the pass is too thick, and Dazhou is temporarily unable to attack the city, but Daqin has a chance to breathe.

Whether Yu Wenkun is dead or alive, there is no news yet, but Qingli feels that if he lives, he will become a cripple, and he will not be able to cause a big storm.

After breakfast, Chunyu Wen went to the military camp as usual, and Qingli nestled on the warm kang head, wanting to have a good sleep, but her head touched the pillow, but she couldn't sleep no matter what, she had nothing to do, she entered the in space.

Xiao Ling went to the foreign race to inquire about information, Yu You was studying the golden silkworm Gu in the pharmacy, and didn't even care about the medicine garden. When Qingli came in, he happened to meet a dozen wild boars coming down from the forest in a team, and they were pushing the fence outside. Li smiled, shook his hands, and completely extinguished.

The wild boar was brought into the warehouse, and it would be fine to wait a few days for the New Year's gift. Qingli walked around in a circle. The outside was ice and snow, and the space was warm as spring, forming a sharp contrast.There are fresh and tender vegetables in the earth, Qingli picked a tomato, washed it in the Lingquan pond, took a bite, the juice was rich, the flesh was thick and sweet.

After such a delay, it was almost noon.Qingli came out of the space and went to the stove to add a handful of firewood. She saw the aunt in the yard next door wandering around in the yard, rubbing her hands and stamping her feet non-stop, with a disturbed expression on her face.

"Young Madam, I'm not sensible, I'm afraid I offended the Major General this morning."

The woman clarified her identity and was very cautious, not daring to look up at Qingli.She couldn't figure out how the powerful husband and wife who ruled the wind and rain in the north were willing to nest in such a small place, without even a maid and woman around them, and most of the time it was the two of them who did the cooking.

She whispered a few words to the child's father behind his back, and the child's father told her not to talk nonsense.It's good to know about this kind of thing, how can it be easy to talk about the major general's cooking, be careful not to let the trouble come out of your mouth.

"It's all right, auntie, it's all right."

Qingli said a few words of comfort, there is some gap between the two, they are not as relaxed as before, this is the status gap, it is difficult to overcome.

At noon, Chunyu Wen didn't come back as promised, but sent back his own soldiers, bringing back a bag of Majia Shaomai, a time-honored brand in Lishui City.Qingli prefers the things in time-honored brands, and they say that they can't be rich for three generations. She always insists that if the same food can be liked by several generations, there must be something outstanding, and it is generally credible.

(End of this chapter)