Quicky Wear Beautiful Wife- Destiny Changer-

chapter 27

"Chun Xing, get me a basin of water." Chen Jiao called out habitually.

　　Han Yue came in with a washbasin and said, "I asked Chun Xing to go back."

　　Chen Jiao was a little unhappy, but when she thought about the movements between the two of them just now, and Chun Xing was really there, she felt ashamed to see anyone.

　　She lowered her head to wash her face.

　　Han Yue stood aside and looked at her. As soon as Chen Jiao raised her head, he handed over the towel.

　　Seeing that he was still shirtless, Chen Jiao didn't rush to comb his hair. She excitedly walked to the closet and said, "I made a robe for you. You can try it on."

　　Han Yue looked at the robe she took out in surprise. Farmers basically wore coarse cloth. Before Chen Jiao married, the Han family had never seen any fine cloth. What she was holding in her hand at this time was a fine cloth robe. Yue only took one look and guessed that this piece of cloth was worth five coins.

　　"Try it!"

　　It was the first time that Chen Jiao made clothes for a man. She was so anxious to see the effect on the upper body that she didn't pay attention to Han Yue's expression.

　　She was so happy that Han Yue temporarily resisted the urge to ask the price and went over to ask her to help her put it on.

　　People are judged by their clothes, men and women are alike. Chen Jiao turned to Han Yue and looked at the tall man with a new look. She suddenly realized that if Han Yue was fair, he would be much more handsome than Wei Qingcang.

　　Miss Jiao's bright admiring eyes made Han Yue hesitate for a moment, but when he was taking off his clothes, he still asked tentatively: "How much did it cost?"

　　Chen Jiao didn't expect that he would inquire about this. She was stunned before saying, "Mom went to town to buy cloth. I thought the material was good, so I bought two pieces for you. There is more than half of the piece left, which I will keep to make trousers for you."

　　She didn't say the price. Han Yue touched the clothes in his hand and asked in a different way: "The material is good, isn't it quite expensive?"

　　Chen Jiao glanced at him, nodded and said: "It adds up to one tael. By the way, I haven't spent all the money you gave me, so you should keep it."

　　After saying that, Chen Jiao took out the broken money bag Han Yue gave her, put it in his hand and went out to splash water.

　　Han Yue didn't need to open the bag. Once he weighed the weight, he knew that she probably hadn't touched a penny inside.

　　It doesn't matter whose money is spent, Han Yue feels that he is a rough man and there is no need to wear such good materials. Even if she had a dowry of twenty or thirty taels, she would not be able to bear such lavish spending. If you give Han Yue a tael of silver, it will be fine for him. He can use it for two or three months, including buying food.

　　After putting down his money bag, Han Yue went out of the house and wanted to go to the backyard to reason with her. As soon as he stepped out of the main room, he first saw the chicken coop under the west wall of the backyard.

　　Chen Jiao was standing in front of the chicken coop now.

　　She was very unhappy. She worked so hard to make a robe for her husband. She lowered her head to sew every stitch and every stitch. Her neck was sore from the sewing. When she took it out for him to try on, Chen Jiao expected her husband to be moved and moved. Praise, but Han Yue only knew how to ask for the price, but didn't even take a good look at her female beauty.

　　As a noble girl, Chen Jiao didn't know how to wash, cook or serve others, but she was a good actress, but Han Yue didn't pay attention.

　　"Did you buy the chicken?"

　　Han Yue asked in surprise.

　　Chen Jiao turned her head and looked at him with a cold face: "Can't you?"

　　Han Yue pursed his lips.

　　Chickens look cheap, but they are actually very difficult to raise. Generally, people buy six or seven chickens, and the two or three that survive are killed and eaten during the Chinese New Year. However, the more you buy, the easier it is to waste your money.

　　Han Yue looked at the chicken coop and counted about thirty chickens.

　　"How much did you buy?" he asked again.

　　Mentioning this, Chen Jiao's eyes immediately turned red. The chickens were so fluffy and cute that Chen Jiao didn't mind the smell of chicken manure. However, only two or three days later, two of the chickens became sick. Almost dead. Chen Jiao cried for a long time that day. Over the next month or so, more chickens died one after another. There were originally a total of forty-five chickens, but now there are only twenty-eight left.

　　"It's none of your business." Chen Jiao went back to the house angrily, too lazy to stay with him.

　　Han Yue sighed, Miss Jiao's temper is really not something ordinary people can endure.

　　Forget it, I have already bought the clothes and chickens, any further fussing about it will only add to the unhappiness.

　　Han Yue returned to the east room again and found Miss Jiao lying on the kang with her face facing the wall and her mouth pouted.

　　"Just buy it, I didn't say anything to you." Han Yue sat next to her, smiled and touched her head.

　　Chen Jiao slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me."

　　He didn't say it, but it was written on his face. She wasn't blind. If she had known he would be like this, she wouldn't have slept with him just now.

　　Han Yue smiled, picked up a candied date and brought it to her.

　　For the young lady from the Duke's Mansion, she can eat candied fruit as she pleases, but for Chen Jiao, who is committed to the countryside, candied fruit is really a rare thing.

　　"Don't eat it." A few candied dates couldn't calm Chen Jiao's anger.

　　Miss Jiao was so angry that Han Yue reluctantly put down the candied dates, took off his shoes and lay next to her, turning her into his arms. Chen Jiao tried her best to hold on to the quilt with her hands to keep from turning, but she couldn't handle the disparity in strength between the two of them, so she was forced to fall into the man's arms.

　　Han Yue rubbed her hair soothingly and said patiently: "I know you have money, but you can't spend it randomly. You said that I do rough work every day and need to wear such good clothes? There are also chickens. , it’s hard to make a living with that thing, I’m afraid that you won’t be rewarded for your money and effort. But I bought everything, so that’s it, don’t spend it randomly again in the future?”

　　Chen Jiao felt aggrieved.

　　She didn't buy cloth to make clothes for him, she bought chickens to help him make money, but in his opinion, it turned out to be a waste of money.

　　"Okay, tomorrow I will take the robe to the town and sell it. With my female beauty, even if I sell it for two taels, someone will grab it." Chen Jiao said angrily.

　　Han Yue frowned. Miss Jiao had sewn it for him with her own hands. There was so much love in it. How could he sell it?

　　"No matter how expensive it is, I won't sell it." He lowered his head and looked at his little wife in his arms.

　　Chen Jiao was too lazy to look at him, closed her eyes and said, "I can sell it if I want to. You have nothing to do with it."

　　Han Yue wanted to kiss her on the mouth, but she dodged him in disgust. Han Yue laughed and said, "You can't sell it. You can find no one as tall as me in the surrounding villages."