The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 247

I don't know if it was the medicine that took effect, or the two bowls of soup were poured in consecutively, Nan Jun only felt that he felt much better than when he just woke up.

"Yun'er..."

Nan Jun called again, and Qiao Yun finally heard what she called him.

A small face wrinkled into a bun shape, Qiao Yun hummed dissatisfied: "How many times have I said, I am your brother."

Nan Jun didn't care what Qiao Yun said, but thought his appearance was very cute, so he couldn't help but chuckled and called out again.

"Yun'er..."

Nan Jun had never smiled in front of Qiao Yun, seeing Nan Jun like this made Qiao Yun's ears blush.

The younger sister picked up by my mother was really good-looking, and everyone in the village said so.

He still remembered the day when Nan Jun was brought back by his mother, she was wearing very beautiful clothes, and his mother said that this child should be a young lady from a rich family, who was murdered for some reason and ended up here.

It was precisely because of what their mother said that these two mothers and sons have been reluctant to let Nan Jun work all these years.

It's just that although Nanjun doesn't talk much, he is also diligent. He will go to the field to help every time the farming is busy. Especially after Qiao's mother passed away, Nanjun took over all the heavy work in the field, so Qiao Yun was taken over by her. After selling it, I lost all hope in my heart, and felt that life was hopeless, so I ended my life with a rope.

"What's wrong with me?"

Because both Qiao Yun and her were too thin, Nan Jun wasn't sure how old they were, so he wanted to ask when this happened.

When Qiao Yun heard this, he couldn't help but lower his face.

"You still ask! I don't know why you are so courageous, but you actually fought with Ergouzi and Sanmaozi in the west of the village over that bag of brown rice. Those few who were killed by the sky were so ruthless."

While talking, Qiao Yun began to criticize those **** again.

Seeing the joy on Qiao Yun's yellowed face, Nan Jun suddenly felt that such a day was not bad.

Although life is a little bit hard, they can decide their own destiny anyway.

Nan Jun no longer needs to flatter him because of his power, and Qiao Yun no longer needs to get up early and go to bed late in order to manage a huge mansion, and follow the rules.

In this quiet mountain village, they can finally be themselves.

According to what Qiao Yun said, Nanjun had a fight with a few **** in the village over brown rice, so it should have just finished the autumn harvest.

It seems to be mentioned in the book that when Nan Jun was twelve years old, he had a serious illness in the autumn, and he almost died there.

Thanks to Qiao Yun's perplexed care, she was pulled back from the gate of hell.

That is to say, Qiao Yun is now fifteen years old.

In this day and age, a fifteen-year-old man who has not yet betrothed will be laughed at by the people around him.

And Qiao Yun did not agree to any marriage for Nanjun Nanjun until he was sold into Hualou. You know, the son of Qiao Xiucai's family is the best-looking one in ten miles and eight villages.

It's just a pity that such a nice little boy actually brought an oil bottle.

Nan Jun really can't figure it out, although the "Nan Jun" in the book is not close to Qiao Yun, but he is not going to sell him.

There must be someone playing tricks behind this, deliberately encouraging Nan Jun to do this.

Listening to Qiao Yun's nagging, Nan Min lay on the bed like this for three days, until she felt that her body was going to be rotten, and Qiao Yun allowed her to get off the ground with a dark face.

In fact, the current Nanjun is different from other people, she has high martial arts skills, her cultivation level is not shallow, and her body is naturally better than ordinary people.

"You just sit in the yard, don't walk around, I'll boil some water for you to wipe yourself off."

Qiao Yun helped Nan Jun to the outside of the courtyard. This was the first time Nan Jun saw his home in this life.

Maybe it's because the land was sparsely populated in ancient times, or Qiao Xiucai once had some savings.

This courtyard is not luxurious and only has one entrance, but it is also considered large enough.

Entering from the main room, the inner room is the bedroom of Nan Jun and Qiao Yun.

Because Qiao Yun had been raising Nanjun all the time, the two fell asleep on the same kang since they were young, but a curtain was put in the middle, Nanjun slept outside, and Qiao Yun was inside.

Every night, Qiao Yun would heat the kang very hot, and Nan Jun slept on the top of the kang, and his whole body was warm.

The West Room in the yard used to be Qiao's mother's study, and after Qiao's mother passed away, the West Room became a storehouse for miscellaneous things. In it were the books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones that Qiao Yun had put away that Qiao's mother used when she was alive.

All these years he has only cared about his work, and he rarely touches those things.

Next to it is a kitchen with two stoves. Father Qiao must have been a very particular person during his lifetime. After all, only one stove is enough for ordinary people's homes. .

There is also a small vegetable field in the corner of the yard. There is a chicken coop next to the vegetable field. Qiao Yun also raises a few chickens, so he knows how to live.

Looking at everything in front of him, Nan Jun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

She seems to have foreseen their bright future. In the past, she was busy in the imperial court. Qiao Yun always said that in the future, she would go to the bustling place with her, find a deserted valley, build a wooden hut, and pave a bluestone path. Morning bells and evening drums, peace of mind.

Now, his wish can finally come true.

Qiao Yun bowed and laboriously carried half a bucket of hot water into the house. Nan Jun got up in a hurry and took the bucket in his hand.

The injury on his body was painful, but Nan Jun still didn't want to see Qiao Yun working so hard.

Qiao Yun stared blankly at the child who snatched the bucket from her hand, always felt that she was a little different after waking up from this injury.

Thinking of her injuries, Qiao Yun hurriedly trotted after her, complaining that Nan Jun didn't care about her body.

For some reason, listening to his complaints, Nan Jun didn't feel bored at all, but felt very fulfilled, as if life should be like this.

In the end, under Qiao Yun's insistence, Nan Jun failed to take a hot bath as he wished, so he could only wipe it off with a towel and put on a set of clean clothes.

Nan Jun sat on the recliner in the yard, watching Qiao Yun sitting on the low bench washing the clothes she had just changed, with a smile on his lips.

The two chickens not far away started pinching again, and the chicken feathers flew around. Qiao Yun glared angrily, and said, "I stewed it tonight, and you guys can make up your body. Let you pinch again."

The doctor specifically explained that if Nan Jun wanted to get better soon, he had to eat more bones and more meat.

How can a family like Qiao Yun afford meat? Fortunately, there are a few chickens that lay eggs at home, and they can kill them for Nanjun stew pot soup.

Qiao Yun himself is not considered an adult at all, and he has to support a half-grown child like Nanjun. In a home where only two children cuddle up to each other, it is not easy to have a bite of hot food.

In fact, if there was no Nanjun, Qiao Yun should have married a long time ago and had a family of his own.

Chapter end

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