After several days of digestion, the villagers almost all accepted the handsome man like a fairy who lived in Yingzi's house.
Those who were curious only dared to look at it from a distance.
In fact, that immortal's aura was so noble and impressive that no one dared to look at him.
Just by looking at his peripheral vision, I can't help but flinch and lower my head, not daring to look again.
And under such circumstances, no one said anything unpleasant about Ye Youlan and Jun Ziqian, a man and a widow living together in the same room.
In the eyes of these villagers, an immortal like Jun Ziqian should be worshiped.
He also bizarrely praised the little girl for doing a good job in saving people.
Hee, they are all simple villagers~~
Ye Youlan raised her head to wipe her sweat and listened to the farmers talking about going to the market tomorrow.
Her eyes lit up.
Isn’t Brother Yanzhi going to deliver a letter?
So after agreeing with the villagers to go to the town together, she ran back with her feet on her toes.
"Brother of Yanzhi."
Entering the house, the little girl saw Jun Ziqian sitting peacefully on the edge of the couch, reading a book elegantly.
The cool charm seems to be filled with sunshine, making the room sparkle.
He just raised his eyes and looked at her: "Huh?"
The little girl leaned over with a smile: "Brother Yanzhi, I'm going to the market tomorrow, don't you want to deliver a letter?"
Hearing this, Jun Ziqian nodded: "That's fine."
Then he gently touched the little girl's forehead with his slender jade-like fingers, pushing away the extremely close distance between the two.
He sighed helplessly and said, "Bring me a pen and paper."
The little girl touched her forehead and it felt warm.
She narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Oh, I'll look for it."
Jun Ziqian twirled his fingertips slightly, as if wondering about the touch just now.
Then I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found the paper and pen that had been covered with a layer of dust.
Jun Ziqian began to sharpen his ink and glanced at the little girl who was curious and wanted to help: "I can do it myself, you can go ahead and do it."
This drives people away.
The little girl could only say "Oh" and left obediently.
He glanced back secretly and met someone's eyes.
Jun Ziqian remained silent, but the fog in his empty eyes became deeper, and the smile on his face became more ethereal.
The little girl had no choice but to leave.
Alas, Brother Yanzhi's door is really hard to pry open. It seems that even if he recovers from his injury, he may not be able to stay longer.
This is too difficult.
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In the evening, when the little girl came back from working in the fields, she didn't look tired at all, but she looked refreshed.
Jun Ziqian couldn't help but wonder: "Miss Lan, don't some of your family members also run small businesses? If your life is easy, why do you have to work so hard in the fields? Besides, don't you know your medical skills?"
Wouldn't that be more popular?
The little girl replied obediently: "Oh, my father and brothers are very busy. I am responsible for taking care of the fields at home. I am used to it."
They were all busy wielding swords and guns, and fighting. Even when they were idle, they would go wild everywhere. They didn't want to guard an entire field. They said it was boring.
Jun Ziqian frowned: "You are doing it all by yourself?"
The little girl nodded, with a smile on her face: "Yes."
Jun Ziqian stared at her silently: "Actually, you don't have to work so hard. The girl has been a life-saving grace to me. If you are willing, I can open a medical clinic for you, let you practice medicine and treat diseases, and you can also add a good income to the family.
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If the little girl can really repair his damaged tendons, then her medical skills are truly one of a kind in the world.
With such medical skills, people in the world would not have to spend huge sums of money to seek medical treatment, so why worry about having no income?
But the little girl replied: "Open a medical clinic? But I only like farming."