The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 15 Do you like making things up?

【Thank you, master! !I will definitely be better. 】

【Master, master, I found out again, there is a large piece of yam over there. 】

The little black face's tone was excited.

Yun Cheng grabbed some hay, found an empty, not too humid place, and sat down on his buttocks.

"It's getting late, I can't dig anymore, I have to go down the mountain now."

"Little black face, can you put something there? It's a bit difficult to get down the mountain." Yun Cheng was a little worried, she still had to drag the tree.

【Master, no, I don’t have space. 】The little black face shook his head.

Yun Cheng had no choice but to give up on this matter first, she turned on the translucent screen, and a pale face appeared over there.

"Huh? Why did he turn white?"

Luo Jia's complexion was originally very dark, and his facial features that he thought were ugly before, under the cover of white, they actually looked a little bit better.

"Yuncheng." Luo Jia obviously saw the screen light up, so he yelled softly.

He was sitting in the yard, weaving some dry grass in his hands, and an old blanket over his legs.

Luo Jia seemed to be very happy to see the screen, and he smiled brightly.

Yun Cheng divided the herbs he dug just now into two parts, both of which are suitable amounts, and put them on the operating table and sent them over.

Then write on the screen with your hand: "One pair of these herbs is used to apply to the knees, and the other pair is used to boil water and decoct."

The movements in Luo Jia's hands stopped, he never expected that the woman opposite was so careful, she could tell where he was hurt with just one glance.

In fact, Luo Jia is prepared against this inexplicable system, but as long as it is beneficial to his survival, he can accept it.

As long as you can live, what is this beauty?
In Luo Jia's lowered eyes, the dark color flickered away, and then he raised his head, showing the harmless look of humans and animals again.

"Thank you Yuncheng."

The voice is soft and pleasant.

Yun Cheng bent over and continued to work, cutting off the smaller and useless branches on the pines and cypresses with a sickle, so that it would be easier to go down the mountain later.

"Cloud ride."

Yun Cheng was busy with his hands and couldn't find time to write.

The boss frowned, and the little black face hurried forward to relieve his worries: 【Master, master, tell me, I'll translate it for you. 】

"Ok?"

Luo Jia tilted his head, he always ensured that he was the most innocent side, facing the woman across from him.

Because he didn't know the other party, whether to watch it again or not.

"Yun Cheng, I made a grasshopper for you, thank you for your food and herbs."

Yun Cheng pulled out the branch swiftly with his hands, and replied again: "Oh."

"you are welcome."

Luo Jia suddenly said with some embarrassment: "I'm not as dark as before, my face used to be pot ashes."

"Got it." Yun Cheng was indifferent.

But thinking about it, Yun Cheng added another sentence: "Don't paint it in the future."

Because it's too ugly, I can't take my eyes off it.

"Okay." Luo Jia was very obedient.

Yun Cheng looked at the little grasshopper that appeared next to him. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. There were still two traces of blood on the grasshopper.

A picture immediately appeared in Yuncheng's mind. The wound on the back of the boy's hand was still bleeding, and he was still making grasshoppers for himself with a smile on his face.

Yuncheng immediately came to a conclusion: "Do you like knitting things?"

Even if your hands are hurt, you still need to knit. You must like it very much, right?
The expression on Luo Jia's face stiffened for a moment before he said, "It's okay."

"Can you weave me a small back basket? The kind that needs to be straddled."

　Yun Cheng: "Do you like knitting things very much?"

　　Luo Jia shook his head: "I like it."

　　Yun Cheng: "Then what do you like to weave?"

　　Luo Jia: "You."

　　Yuncheng: "How do I weave?"

　　Luo Jia shook the two grasses in his hand, intertwined one by one, the tails of his eyes were powdered: "It's like this~"

　　Author Sanqian: Connotation, thank you for being offended.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)