Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

After stumbling along the way, they finally arrived at the mountain gate. Li Haitang and Li Xia staggered and almost knelt at the gate.

"The two female benefactors, do you need a rest in the meditation room?"

A young monk with a bald head stood at the door, and he recited Amitabha in a dignified manner.

Usually it is the ladies and wives of rich families who want to rest in the meditation room.

The little monk saw that Li Haitang was well-dressed, while Li Xia was dressed ordinary, and thought that Li Xia was a little maid, so he rushed forward to greet him.

"If you want a secluded meditation room, it is best to have hot water and tea."

Seeing the little monk's eyes shining brightly, Li Haitang stared at her without speaking, she twitched the corner of her mouth and took out a small piece of broken silver.

"Okay, the benefactor and the monk."

It was the first time for the little monk to become a monk, and when he got a piece of silver, he smiled and became more and more enthusiastic towards the two of them.

Baita Temple provides meditation rooms for women in the guest courtyard, not far from the back mountain, the surrounding environment is quiet, and there is a faint smell of incense.

There is a well in the guest courtyard, and they draw water by themselves. Tea and fruit are prepared in every meditation room. If you want to eat vegetarian food, you have to go to the kitchen to buy it yourself.

After entering the door, the hot air hit her face, Li Xia clutched her belly, and went straight to the clean room, her life was not allowed, and she caught cold on the road, now her complexion is pale, and her stomach is cramping.

"Haitang, this time you have been implicated by me."

Lixia lay down on the kang, saw that the quilts in the meditation room were clean, and put on a small quilt for himself, frowned and said, "I can't accompany you to burn incense, so I'll wait here for you."

"Also."

Li Haitang tilted her head to see Li Xia's pale complexion, and gave her her pulse again. She has not had menstruation for several months, her endocrine disorder, her qi and blood are deficient, and she has mended too much in the previous period. This time, she might suffer a bit.

After using toilet paper, she became afraid after a while, and she planned to go out for a walk. The maids and women of those rich families always prepared these things with them, and she wanted to see if she could give some money to buy menstrual belts.

Li Xia drank hot tea, nestled on the kang, and fell asleep after a while. Seeing this, Li Haitang quietly went out without disturbing her.

At the corner of the guest house, there is a pavilion. In winter, in the pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of the snow in the mountains.

"Miss, don't be petty. Madam brought you here to ask for a lottery. If the master finds out that you don't burn incense and worship Buddha, you will definitely be furious, and your servants will have to follow suit."

In the gazebo, there stood a master and a servant. The pretty maidservant in a blue shirt had a sad face and whispered persuasion. dislike.

The same is true of my master, every time he comes to the young lady's yard, his face is expressionless, and his words are reprimanded.

The father and daughter cared about each other, but they didn't talk about it, which always let the vixen take advantage of the loopholes.

"Ma'am? She is also considered a wife? I didn't know about the fans from that brothel before!"

Miss Fenyi's eyebrows and eyes were sharp, hiding her sharpness, she shouted, and then, tears came out of her eyes, "Only my mother can be a wife, that's my mother's position..."

"My dear lady, this must never be mentioned again!"

The servant girl was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her mouth, panicked, the majestic daughter of the magistrate, opened her mouth and closed her mouth, and let people hear that the young lady's reputation was completely ruined.

The master can't do anything to the young lady, after all, she is his own. She is a servant, and she is afraid that she will be sold out.

"Lan Yi, what are you afraid of? Who did you learn from being as timid as a mouse? Miss Ben will protect you!"

Mentioning that vixen made Zhang Ruyi unhappy, and only his father would be fooled by that bitch.

Ever since that **** got married, she hasn't had a good time. She has rashes all over her body. It's getting better and better, and she can't see people until now.

That's how the rumors came about, saying that she was the magistrate's daughter, and she was an ugly monster.

Seeing her appearance, Dad also shook his head and sighed, wanting to find a marriage partner for her among the poor scholars.

Poor scholar, there are a group of poor relatives designated to fight the autumn wind, Zhang Ruyi herself does not value the rich and the poor, but if she marry low, she will make the vixen in the house proud!

Having such a stepmother, who can't be beaten or scolded, is her elder in name, Zhang Ruyi is extremely distressed.

She wanted to tell her father that the rash on her face was framed by that vixen, but she had no choice but to prove it.

Zhang Ruyi thought of many ways and visited several well-known doctors, but he couldn't find the root cause of the disease, and he didn't know how much ointment he had applied.

Li Haitang didn't know the magistrate's daughter, and was not interested in the conversation between the master and the servant. She came out of the corner and was about to leave when Zhang Ruyi yelled at her, "Stop, who are you?"

They were sneaky in broad daylight, maybe they were the dog's legs raised by the fox. After listening to their master and servant's conversation, they went to sue and claim credit.

Zhang Ruyi's stepmother, with a sweet mouth and a bitter heart, pretended to be wronged in front of her father, as if she was so angry with her, like a white lotus.

"That's right, what did you hear?"

The maid named Lanyi was also very nervous, staring at Li Haitang with her round eyes, and said stammeringly, "Also, you are so rude when you meet our lady!"

Li Haitang rolled her eyes and was very speechless. The master and servant were talking loudly outside, unless she was deaf so she couldn't hear, but she didn't want to answer the idiot's question, but instead asked, "This is the White Pagoda Temple, and I'm here to pay homage to the Buddha. , Seeing your lady salute, what kind of **** and Buddha is she?"

Neuropathy is also a disease. As a professional doctor, Li Haitang suggested that the master and servant go to see if there is anything wrong with their heads.

"Lan Yi, she is definitely not a vixen."

Zhang Ruyi was not angry, but smiled instead. Seeing Li Haitang's pretty face and rolling her eyes, she immediately stepped forward to stop her, "Girl, have you ever been married?"

Now, Li Haitang was stunned, not sure what the trick was.

"Miss, why are you asking this?"

Lan Yi was in a hurry, she opened her mouth to speak a few words, she used to be the daughter of a poor family, when she was a few years old, the family suffered a disaster, her parents died of illness, it was the first wife who saw her pity and took her home.

Therefore, Lan Yi is loyal to Zhang Ruyi, and the master and servant almost grew up together, and the relationship is extraordinary.

"Speak official."

Zhang Ruyi looked disgusted, and tapped the forehead of Lan Yi with her finger. The chief maid of the magistrate's daughter spoke vernacular at every turn, which lowered her status too much, as if she was the daughter of a landlord.

"Miss, it's already this time, and you're still picking on slaves!"

Lan Yi dodged her feet, her face flushed from suffocation, and she looked at Zhang Ruyi steadily.

"Okay, okay, what do you think she looks like?" Zhang Ruyi blinked, and walked around Li Haitang again. There are several kinds of beauties. Her stepmother likes to wear plain dresses, sick and crooked, dying, but the girl in front of her, with a bright red peony, is vivid and dazzling.

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