After being forced to marry an ugly husband

Chapter 49 Liu Xiang

The summer in the north is very short. After August, the weather is no longer so sultry. You even need to wear a single-layer robe over a thin shirt in the morning and evening. Only at noon it is still so hot that you will sweat.

There is no need to go to the fields every day, just go once every few days. The blacksmith shop is open again.

It's not the autumn harvest yet, so there isn't much work in the fields. If he needs to go, Qiu Henian will get up early and go to the fields by himself, and then go home after finishing. Qingyan just happened to have breakfast ready, and the two of them ate together. He went out to the shop again.

After Qiu Henian left, Qingyan took the small basket with Qiuniang and the others and went to the mountain to pick bracken.

The bracken in early August is still tender. After it is picked and blanched in boiling water, it is cooled with chili oil and minced garlic. The taste and texture are different from ordinary wild vegetables and it is delicious.

This thing is not cheap. After harvesting, you can keep enough to try at home, and selling the rest can make a pretty good small income.

On this day, Qingyan and the others also discovered a surprise. It was a large area of sorghum fruits in the woods. Each fruit was not big, but they were red, tender, bright, and full of juice.

Pick one and put it in your mouth to taste. It is sour and sweet, soft and glutinous. It is more delicious than the strawberries grown at home. It has a rich taste. After eating, the juice that sticks to your hands has dried, and you can still smell the sourness. Sweet fruity aroma.

Each of them picked a lot of sorghum fruits and went back, but they only regretted that the baskets were not big enough.

After returning home, Qingyan put the sorghum fruits directly into the basket, hung them on the clothesline, and rinsed them under water one by one.

Take out a large handful and put it in a basin. After adding sugar, mash the fruit and mix well. When the crushed fruit is evenly coated with sugar, pour it into a large bowl and put it in the freshly cold well water. With.

When Qiu Henian came back in the evening, he saw his young husband eating sorghum fruits happily. When he saw him come in, he looked up at him with bright eyes. This time, his face had turned pale again, and there was still something on his lips. It looks great with the red juice of the fruit.

Qiu Henian also looked down at him, silently counting "one, two..." in his heart. Sure enough, before he counted to three, Qingyan had already stood up, and lay in his arms softly and obediently, rubbing his neck dependently. Then he raised his hand and stuffed the fruit into his mouth.

Qiu Henian opened his mouth and ate the fruit. He put his hand around the young husband's waist, kissed his fingertips that had not been withdrawn, and then kissed his lips that were stained with juice.

Qingyan pursed her lips and said, "More."

Qiu Henian laughed, lowered his head, and kissed him properly.

After the kiss, Qingyan licked her lips like a little vixen who had absorbed enough of her yang energy, and left his arms with satisfaction.

Qiu Henian briefly scrubbed, changed into his outer robe, and took out the food from the pot with Qingyan. The two sat at the table chatting and eating.

Qingyan said that there were many sorghum fruits on the hillside that he went to today. He and Qiuniang had memorized the location and would go pick them in two days.

He also said that he gave Aunt Li a big bowl of sorghum fruits. When he went to her house, she was busy cooking the flower buds she had picked recently. She was very happy. It seemed that Sister Lan hadn't told her about it yet.