Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 362 Live like a normal person

"That's right, it's always good for you to have a good relationship with your neighbors." After hearing this, Zhao Jian understood, and continued to bury his head in his food.

Ding Shitou was sitting opposite the kang table, smiling at Zhao Jian who was eating by himself, feeling a burst of relief in his heart.

Seeing his proficiency, he must have been eating out by himself these days.

It was the first time I saw him in the restaurant, but he was the only one eating, and Li Kan and Han Yiqing were only in charge of serving food.

Later, she cooked for him many times in the Zhao Mansion. Although he also ate by himself, the movements were very slow, and most of the dishes were put into his bowl by her, and he was a little embarrassed when he stretched out his chopsticks.

Today it was just a bowl of wontons, and he could eat it with his eyes closed, but his movements were natural and smooth, not at all like someone with impaired eyesight.

This kind of change is very good, maybe in the future, if she has the opportunity, she will teach him to practice identifying the direction, as long as she explains the position of a table of dishes and let him pick it himself.

Help him practice daily life like a normal person, and he will feel better.

When Ding Shitou thought about it, a few big apples rolled down on the kang, and he couldn't help but pouted silently.

The master of this space can't always control the amount, but fortunately Zhao Jian can't see it.

"What's the sound?" Zhao Jian stopped drinking wonton soup suddenly. He put the bowl on the kang table and listened attentively.

"...I hid a few apples here, but I didn't take them properly just now, and I overturned them."

Ding Shitou quickly explained, and put the remaining few apples in a small bamboo basket on the box beside the kang.

"Last time you said that the apples were picked in the mountains and stored for a long time. Is this...newly picked?" Zhao Jian thought of Ding Shitou's words.

Apples are picked in autumn and can be stored for one winter. If they are stored well, there will be new apples in the next year.

But if there are trees on the mountain, which can be planted in large quantities, won't selling apples be more profitable than selling wild vegetables in the future?
He was about to ask Ding Shitou about it when he was interrupted by Ding Shitou.

"I can't find the tree on the mountain. It was given by someone two days ago." Ding Shitou watched Zhao Jian's expression carefully, fearing that he was going to pick apples, so he said hastily.

"I didn't want to eat it at first, so I'll eat it for you when you come." Ding Shitou was afraid of Zhao Jian's questioning, so he quickly changed the subject, "I don't wash it anymore, I just peel the skin and eat it for you."

Ding Shitou took out a dagger from the kang cabinet, peeled the apple with his fingers, and peeled an apple while speaking.

Zhao Jian took a bite, and found that the taste of the apple was the same as the one he ate before, and he couldn't tell it was a new apple.

"You can eat too." Zhao Jian handed the apple in his hand to her when he heard Ding Shitou wipe the knife and put it away.

Ding Shitou was not polite either, he leaned over and took a bite, then got off the kang.

"I'm going to clean up the house, you stay here."

"Yeah." Ding Shitou went to the back room, took out the toilet, emptied it, scrubbed it, and hung it in the backyard to dry. Then he came back with a clean spare toilet, took out the washing water, and returned with clean water.

Just as Zhao Jian had finished eating the apples, he wiped his hands and face again. Just as he was about to pour tea, he heard the voices of villagers and Ding Dian coming from the gate of the courtyard.

Ding Shitou hastily bolted the door.

"Master, go back to the house." Ding Shitou came and helped Zhao Jian back to the back room and sat on the bed.

She bolted the window, went to refill a cup of warm tea and came back, and greeted the villagers as she went back and forth.

"My lord, the tea is stored in your purple sand pot, and it's here. If you're thirsty, you can take it yourself. Be careful, if you break the pot, you won't feel sorry for me."

Ding Shitou fed Zhao Jian some tea, took his hand to identify the position and distance, and told him.

(End of this chapter)