Yipin Farmer's Wife

Chapter 115 Sour! (2)
Catching her careful movements, the corners of Ye Qianze's mouth turned up slightly, with a faint smile. She cherished the first gift he gave her.

This recognition made Ye Qianze's heart as sweet as drinking honey.

An hour later.

"Lan'er, don't you really need me to accompany you to deliver the firewood?" Ye Qianze stood in front of the courtyard door, looked at Han Chulan who had climbed into the carriage, and asked.

While instructing Huaizhen to drive, Han Chulan waved to him and smiled, "Wait for me at home, I promise to bring you a lot of delicious food." Han Chulan said to Li Shi and Huaiyun again: "Mother, Huaiyun Yun, don’t go to the field today because it’s the holidays, you’re very busy with things in the field, just treat it as a holiday and rest at home, and when I come back, I’ll cook something delicious for you. "

Mrs. Li smiled narrowly: "Lan'er, be careful on the road. Don't drive too fast, neither you nor Huai Zhen can drive."

"Brother, you have to be careful and protect your sister." Huai Yun also smiled and told her elder brother.

Grandpa Han and the old couple gave Han Chulan a lot of advice.

"Okay, let's go, you go back to the house." Han Chulan smiled and waved to her family again. After getting along with her, she has completely integrated into this family, and she smiled more when facing her relatives.Turning her head, Han Chulan ordered Huaizhen: "Huaizhen, let's go."

Huai Zhen nodded.

The horse pulled a two-wheeled cart and slowly left Ye's house.A cart full of dry firewood was tied to the car, as well as several hares and pheasants.

Meng'er is very competent as a hunter. Last night Qianze brought back a lot of injured hares and pheasants, filling Han Chulan's shed to the brim. Although she wanted to breed, food was also a problem. If you want to raise chickens, take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is a big festival in a year, pick a few fatter ones to send to the Song family, and exchange some money for the festival.

The carriage was walking along the village road with nine twists and eighteen bends, and every time it passed a house, someone would peek out from the house and see the firewood and a few prey on the carriage. Everyone had different expressions. Some people praised Han Chulan for being smart and capable; It's just taking a look and busying yourself with your own affairs.

Han Chulan doesn't care what others think of her, she only knows that she can support her family with her own efforts.

Those who are pleasing to the eye, she will greet others, and those who are not pleasing to the eye, she pretends not to see, anyway, if you have me in your eyes, I will have you in my eyes.Respect is inherently mutual.

After leaving Zhangjia Village, the horse started to run.

As the wind blew past her ears, Han Chulan immediately felt very irritated.

"Sister, sit down! Sit down!" Huai Zhen was driving the car, and kept telling her, for fear that she would be thrown out of the car.

He is a thousand-mile horse, and he runs very fast.

"Exciting, Huaizhen, this horse runs so fast! With its speed, we can send two carts of firewood into the city in one day."

Huaizhen frowned, and couldn't help reminding: "Sister, it takes time to chop wood."

Han Chulan smiled, stuck out her tongue playfully, and only cared about making money, ignoring reality.

Catching her playful way of sticking out her tongue, Huaizhen was startled for a moment, then quickly looked away, concentrated on driving the car, and stopped looking at the woman beside her who was flamboyant, domineering, capable, kind, shrewd, and shameless.

When they arrived in Qingshui County, the two drove the car straight to the back door of Song's house.

At the back door of the Song family, Miss Song and her maid were still standing there.

In order to meet Ye Qianze, this Miss Song was really patient and waited every day.

Seeing that it was Han Chulan and Huaizhen who brought the firewood, Miss Song was disappointed again, but she still didn't want to give up. She believed that one day, she would be able to wait until Ye Qianze delivered the firewood.

Han Chulan greeted Miss Song in a friendly manner. Although the two were rivals in love, in Han Chulan's eyes, Miss Song was still her food and clothing parents, and she wanted to put all the money and silver of her food and clothing parents into her pocket .

After unloading a carriage full of firewood, he bargained with the steward again and successfully sold a few hares and pheasants together, earning a few taels of silver, and Han Chulan walked out happily.

"Miss Han."

Miss Song was still waiting outside today, and when Han Chulan came out, she called Han Chulan gently.

Putting away the purse, Han Chulan raised her eyes, "Miss, Chulan is married and is no longer a girl's family. Miss, please call me Mrs. Ye, no, it doesn't seem to be called that way, I don't know, anyway, you Don't call me a girl." Even if she is still a girl, she still wants Miss Song to regard her as a young woman and remind her rival that she is Ye Qianze's wife.

Looking at the woman's bun on Han Chulan's head, Miss Song felt a little shy, she still kept a gentle smile on her face, and turned her head to order the maid beside her: "Tao Hong, give the things to Miss Han." .”

Han Chulan emphasized that she was Ye Qianze's wife, but Miss Song pretended not to hear.

Han Chulan didn't bother to quarrel with her about this address, did her rival think that by calling her that way, he could compete with her for Ye Qianze?There are no doors!Her husband can only be hers alone!
Monogamy!

In this era, she created it!
The maid named Taohong handed the food box in her hand to Han Chulan, and said coldly: "Miss Han, this is the mooncake my eldest lady bought at Juxiangzhai and gave to Young Master Ye. Please Miss Han take it back on behalf of Young Master Ye."

Han Chulan didn't pick up the food box, looked at Miss Song, and her tone softened, "Thank you Miss Song for your kindness, I will buy some mooncakes for my Qianze back home, Missy's mooncakes should be kept for myself to eat .”

"Miss Han, my young lady gave it to Master Ye, not to you, Miss Han, but I just asked Miss Han to take it back to Master Ye. If Miss Han finds it troublesome, we can give you money as the cost of carrying things. "Tao Hong has the face of looking down on Han Chulan's peasant girl, and she doesn't want to be sold into the Song family as a maid because of her poor background.

Miss Song also said softly: "Miss Han, Young Master Ye has saved the little girl's life. Fanghua just wants to thank Young Master Ye for saving her life, and ask Miss Han to pass it on to Young Master Ye."

Song Fanghua?
What an ugly name!

Han Chulan slandered in her heart, smiling lightly, a bit glaring, sarcasm towards Song Fanghua, "That's right, Miss Qianze, you have the grace to save your life, it seems that I am also your life-saving benefactor, Miss." Miss, you want to thank you, you can't be partial, but do you have my mooncakes?" The person who really wanted to save Song Fanghua that day was her Han Chulan, and Song Fanghua actually planted all her kindness on Ye Qianze's in order to cling to Ye Qianze. body.

What this ancient woman knew best was to "promise with her body" by repaying her kindness.

(End of this chapter)