Zhao Jing was helpless and asked: "What don't you understand?"
Zhao Xiaoya thought for a moment and said seriously: "But if you don't like it, then why should I marry him?"
Zhao Jingyi: "..." It was in vain.
He pinched his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, I'm telling you, you don't understand it now, but you will understand it later."
Zhao Xiaoya blinked and nodded.
After eating, Zhao Xiaoya washed the dishes and went home. After Zhao Jing boiled water and took a bath, she turned around and entered the space.
Zhao Jing took a look around and saw that all her fabrics were too new. She frowned and asked the system: "Is there any fabric that looks shabby?"
System: Yes.
As soon as he finished speaking, two thick pieces of gray cloth appeared on the big soft bed.
Without Zhao Jing asking, the system reported the sizes of several new elderly people to Zhao Jingyi.
Zhao Jing brought a handful of cloth and needle and thread to the table, cut and sewed. She had been learning to make clothes over the years, and now she was so proficient that she couldn't be more proficient.
Zhao Jing suddenly remembered and asked when she was halfway through: "That old man who said the powder was good today, does the system know his identity?"
System: Know, the master of traditional Chinese medicine, Gu Tian.
Zhao Jingyi was a little surprised: "The master of traditional Chinese medicine? Is he the one who teaches the heroine medical skills in the book?"
System: Well, that’s him.
This really surprised her: "It's amazing, my God."
The system is a bit sour: it’s just okay.
Zhao Jing smiled: "Of course, you are the best."
System: ...Although you, the host, praise this system and this system is very happy, it is indeed powerful, but it is still a little worse than this system.
Zhao Jingyi: "..." She knew it.
Zhao Jingyi was not bothering with the system, but concentrated on making clothes. She did not make too many clothes, only two sets per person, and they changed.
Zhao Jingyi was busy until almost 12 o'clock in the middle of the night before finishing the clothes.
I yawned, stretched my waist, walked to the soft bed, lay down, pulled a corner of the quilt to cover my stomach, and fell asleep.
Bullpen.
Mr. Jiang frowned and looked at Gu Gu, and asked: "Gu Gu, how did you become like this? And you came here."
Gu Gu smiled nonchalantly and said, "What's the surprise?"
Mr. Shen frowned in confusion: "Aren't you hiding? How could you?"
The ancient smile faded a bit, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. He said calmly: "I can't recognize people well. I was still wondering when I would see you old immortals, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."
I laughed after saying that.
Grandma Xu sighed and said, "Oh, it's good to come here. The people in this village are all good."
Gu Gu smiled lightly and praised: "That little girl just now was very good."
Speaking of Zhao Jingyi, Grandma Xu looked proud: "That's how good it is for us old immortals who have watched us grow up."
A grandma spoke with a soft tone: "Blessed is my sister."
Grandma Xu smiled and asked, "I don't know what you call me yet."
The grandmother who spoke said: "My surname is Guo, and my husband's surname is Zhou."
Another grandma said: "My surname is Lin, and my husband's surname is Yu."
There were five old people in total, two couples were married, and the old one was alone.
A few people briefly introduced themselves, which was regarded as acquaintance. They would live together in the future.
Grandma Guo asked: "Sister, I just said that the villagers here are very good?"
Grandma Xu nodded: "Yes, so you don't have to worry about being embarrassed by them in the future."
To be honest, it's lucky that no one here has harmed them.
Grandma Guo breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said to her wife beside her: "It seems that we have arrived at a good place this time."
Mr. Zhou nodded.
Another pair of grandparents also breathed a sigh of relief. They had been on tenterhooks during the time they were sent here.
They had to be beaten every day. As they got older, they almost didn't make it through several times. Fortunately, they finally got there now.
There are four rooms in the cowshed. Nowadays, there are so many people that it is difficult to squeeze in.
However, we can only make do with one night tomorrow, and wait for the captain to arrange for people to come over and build a few huts, so that it will not be crowded by then.
Jingshi, Jijia.
Su Jingyang and Ji Mingxuan were sitting in front of the window looking at the starry sky outside.
"Brother Xuan, I want to go back to Zhaojiacun."
Ji Mingxuan took a sip of wine and asked calmly: "Can you take off your clothes?"
Compared to their youthful days before, both of them have grown up now, and are more handsome, better-looking, and more mature and stable than before.
Su Jingyang smiled bitterly and took a sip of wine: "I haven't seen my little cousin in several years."
Ji Mingxuan paused, and when he mentioned Zhao Jingyi, his eyes softened a little unconsciously: "Well, it's been more than three years."
Su Jingyang sighed, time flies by so fast, and Junyi's face became a little sad.
"I don't know how she is doing now. Although she has written letters in the past few years, I am worried that she reports good news but not bad news."
Ji Mingxuan smiled and shook his head and said, "No. There are so many people in Zhaojiacun protecting us."
Su Jingyang thought about it for a moment, and it was right. He laughed and shook his head: "How could I forget this?"
Ji Mingxuan suddenly said: "It's been more than three years, it's almost done."
Su Jingyang's hand holding the wine glass paused and he drank it in one gulp: "Is your old man willing?"
Ji Mingxuan glanced at him lightly: "What do you think?"
Su Jingyang choked and suddenly felt a little sad: "I think so too."
Ji Mingxuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Then come on."
Su Jingyang sighed, it was too difficult, he was not as good as Ji Mingxuan.
"Where are you going after you come out? Zhaojiacun?"
Ji Mingxuan's sexy thin lips slightly raised: "Yeah."
Su Jingyang felt even more sad. He also wanted to go. Although his days in Zhaojiacun were a bit tiring, he was comfortable and comfortable.
He hasn't felt comfortable since he came back. Every day is nothing but training, and he's almost going crazy.
Thinking of this, Su Jingyang felt a fire in his heart. He was living well in Zhaojiacun. If it weren't for his old man, he wouldn't be so angry.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Su Jingyang fell asleep on the table.
Ji Mingxuan: "..."
You brat, you are still so drunk. After finishing the wine in the glass, Ji Mingxuan helped Su Jingyang to the guest room, then returned to the room, sat alone in front of the window and looked in a certain direction.
Whispering softly: "Soon."
A car stopped downstairs. Ji Mingxuan heard the sound and looked down. A middle-aged man got out of the car.
He looked up and said, "Let's have a chat."
Ji Mingxuan looked at him for a few seconds and nodded, then turned and went downstairs.
The middle-aged man is already sitting on the sofa.
Ji Mingxuan walked down and called: "Dad."
Ji Xian nodded and asked, "I heard from your grandpa that you want to leave?"
Ji Mingxuan said calmly: "Well, I did everything I had to do, as I promised at the beginning."
Ji Xian sighed and said, "What's wrong? How many people are trying to get in, but you really want to leave?"
Ji Mingxuan shook his head and said with a slight smile: "That's someone else, dad. You know I don't like it."