Ugly Peasant Wife: Money Grubber

Hee Zijun suspiciously scanned the big tree and did not see anything, and only said: "Since you are not going to sleep, I am not going to sleep either!"

"Alright, alright, alright. Let's all go inside and sleep. Don't catch a cold." Yang Xinyu looked at the person on the tree and then kicked the basket towards the roots.

With seventy percent of his strength, naturally, it was impossible for Su Xigui to accidentally kick down the stone wall.

The moonlight was hazy, and he saw a skinny child about seven or eight years old. It was too far away for him to see his face.

Yet for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Should he know the child? He racked his brains, but had no impression of him.

On the contrary, he felt a splitting headache coming on. The harder he thought about it, the more painful it would be.

He was originally the son of the capital's magistrate, Su Zhaodong. At the age of seventeen, he was sent to recruit soldiers. However, because of an accident he suffered a head injury and lost his memory.

One year ago, when he woke up, he was at the General Qi's Duke Palace. The General Qi had arranged for him to meet his birth parents, but he had no impression of them.

For a year, in order to regain some memories, he had traveled to all parts of the country, searching for famous doctors all over the world.

But in the end, he couldn't think of anything.

Now that he finally had a resonance, he couldn't think of anything?

Su Xigui was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

An hour later, when Yang Xinyu came out again, she was no longer in sight.

She could not help but mutter, "Could it be that he left after eating? He hasn't even paid me back for my wall! "Truly petty."

Inside the bushes, Su Xigui heard her voice in a daze. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but with a light leap, he landed right in front of her. In the Miss Yang's heart, it meant … So embarrassing? "

His face was deathly pale, and he had just broken out in a cold sweat.

After saying that, he almost fell down. Luckily, he managed to hold on to the tree trunk and barely stabilized his body.

Yang Xinyu said with a face full of shock, "You … It scared me to death! Why haven't you left yet! And what's wrong with you? Why do you look so ugly? "

As she spoke, she looked at the basket on the root of the tree that was not moving an inch, and her brows furrowed even more.

Su Xigui slid down the tree trunk, and laughed bitterly, "Sorry, I had a headache just now. I fainted, and only now did I wake up."

Yang Xinyu saw that he did not look like he was lying, but he remembered that Yue Yang had pretended to be crying earlier. She asked doubtfully, "You can just say that you fainted, but I woke you up with a shout?"

The corner of Su Xigui's lips curled up slightly, and said with a serious face, "I was the one who destroyed something in the Miss Yang's house, so I naturally remember this in my heart."

Yang Xinyu picked up the basket, seeing that he was still smiling, she glared at him and said, "I can see that something is wrong with you, come with me to the house, let me help you take a look at your injuries."

Su Xigui didn't feel so good, the sweet and fishy feeling stuck in the depths of his throat, he tried his best to suppress it. Trouble... Miss Yang, help me. "

Yang Xinyu walked into the Woodshed and ignited the oil lamp. The entire room was enveloped in a faint orange yellow light.

Su Xigui's body was unsteady, but he was still joking around. "Didn't Miss Yang say that there are no oil lamps in the house?"

Yang Xinyu held him up, and threw him out, "I see that you are asking for a beating, I left you behind out of kindness, and you still say that I'm lying, so what if I'm lying? You and I are single. How can I invite you into the house in the middle of the night? "

Su Xigui was pushed by her and coincidentally fell on the wooden chair behind him.

He was startled, only to see Yang Xinyu's face filled with rage, as she tightly hugged him.

This distance was very subtle. As long as he slightly bent over, he would be able to easily kiss her lips.

Su Xigui felt his heart beat extremely quickly. Before he could do anything, Yang Xinyu lowered his head and said, "Don't move, I'll check your pulse and your wound."

Just as she finished speaking, both of her fingers held onto Su Xigui's pulse, feeling extremely disordered.

Her medical skills weren't considered good either. She had never seen or heard of something like this.

Her skills were inferior and she could not see anything, so she carefully opened up the wound on his chest, wanting to see if it was caused by the wound's inflammation.

However, the wound was basically scabbed and showed no signs of inflammation.

She stretched out her hand to look at his forehead, but there was no trace of fever. Instead, it was icy cold.

It wasn't just his head that was ice-cold, but also his four cheeks and four limbs.

Su Xigui still felt a headache, and said with difficulty, "But Miss Yang … "What do you see?"

Yang Xinyu was at a loss, "The wound does not have inflammation, a fever, a cold body without reason, and a headache, do you have any other symptoms?"

Su Xigui closed his eyes and panted lightly, "And …"

Something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't remember what it was.

How could this be described?

Seeing that he was in so much pain, Yang Xinyu said, "Young Master Su, speak slowly."

Su Xigui inhaled a breath of cold air, "Miss Yang, you know that I lost my memories, right? Every time I think about something, my head hurts. "

Yang Xinyu asked softly, "Then did you remember anything?"

Su Xigui's eyes, which had originally held a trace of hope, suddenly turned pitch black, "I didn't think of anything."

He had visited famous doctors everywhere, and no one could explain his amnesia.

The General Qi said that he was ambushed by the enemy during the battle and accidentally smashed his head.

It was because of this victory that he received such great importance, becoming the most capable person in the entire General Qi.

However, he had forgotten the past, if he could repeat it.

He preferred not to fight in the army, so at least he knew who he was.

Yang Xinyu paid attention to the wording, "Then this time you have a headache, is it because something has irritated you …"

"Maybe it's just my stomach that's starving!" Su Xigui said softly.

It was unknown whether it was to convince Yang Xinyu or herself.

"Stomach..." Are you hungry? " Yang Xinyu opened her eyes wide, and felt that he had been played by him again, "Young Master Su, you must be pretending to be sick because you wanted to come in to eat and drink right?"

Su Xigui did not explain and picked up all the things in the basket onto the table, "Anyways, I broke the brick wall, so I can't just leave, what do you say?"

"If you're right, then so be it …" Yang Xinyu was so angry that her face turned red.

She was worried that there was something wrong with his body, but he just wanted to eat it.

Su Xigui saw this, and scooped a spoonful of waist flower soup into his mouth.

The fragrance of the green onions and the flowers on her waist stimulated her taste buds and successfully suppressed the sweet and fishy smell.

"Miss Yang still remembers my dagger. That thing is worth at least 800 taels of silver, I hope you can take it as a gift from me."