Feng Yin quickly stepped over and smiled in a light tone, "Oh, husband, are you sleeping in a daze, are you muttering while eating?"

Listening to her increasingly crisp and sweet voice, Zhang Yiming blinked and his expression became clearer.

He waved to her: "My wife came over and dreamed of you in her sleep. When I saw you with my eyes open, wouldn't I tell whether it was a dream or a reality?"

Feng Yin was not pretentious, and walked to the edge of the kang and sat up: "Have you had sex?"

When she spoke, she blinked at him and he smiled: "I'm on the kang all day long, I'm not sleeping just by reading books, so why can't I sleep well?"

"You're telling the truth."

Feng Yin laughed at him, "Then I will help you up, read books, I will be with you and do needlework."

As he spoke, he made some noise.

Zhang Yiming watched her work alone, and he also cooperated to make a slight sound, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"My wife is burdened, so she can help bring the book on the cabinet."

Seeing her stopping, Zhang Yiming, who was still lying on the kang, did not forget the key steps.

Feng Yin: "Okay, you wait."

As he spoke, the man got off the floor and walked around the cabinet. Not only did he take the book, but he also asked the man on the kang seriously: "Is this one?"

"Yes, that's this one."

Zhang Yiming responded in cooperation, "My wife should also make needlework on the bedding to avoid being too tired."

"Okay, stay with you."

Feng Yin responded naturally, and then took the needle and thread basket from the cabinet and then put it on the kang. "Read your book slowly, I won't disturb you."

"The wife knows the virtue of her husband."

Zhang Yiming took the book and put it behind him. At Feng Yin's instructions, he closed his eyes again and calmed down.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yin smiled, tidying up the things in the basket while turning pages of books from time to time.

In this way, they conveyed a warm and quiet harmonious picture to those who are interested.

In the outside compartment, after Feng Yin left, the old man Niu pricked up his ears and listened to the movement inside.

I originally thought I would hear the couple discussing their affairs quietly.

But they never thought that the two of them would just say some common things and do some common things, and then they would start reading books and needlework.

It seemed as if he was not as an outsider in his heart.

He even wondered if they were communicating in other ways?

But after careful analysis, there was no sound except for the subtle movements of flipping books and doing needlework.

...

Time flies very quickly, and two hours pass as they speak.

Tang Jiu came back with the grabbed medicine and drove the Zhang family's ox cart.

Hu and Zhang Huishu, who went out to find wild vegetables and forage, also came back with vegetable blues on their backs.

Lin cleaned up his home and outside and was preparing to make lunch in the kitchen.

Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming re-enacted the scene when they were tired of reading books and should lie down and rest.

Of course, Zhang Yiming said this time: "Madam, go see if Brother Tang Jiu is back? When you come back, let him help me to the thatched cottage. Activities."

"Okay, you wait first."

Feng Yin agreed, helped Zhang Yiming to sit up and leaned against the bedding, and then went out.

I happened to hear a knock on the door outside the yard, and Tang Jiu greeted him: "Sister-in-law Zhang, I'm back, I'm open the door."

"It's Uncle Jiu, come here."

Zhang Huishu, who had just returned from outside, heard the sound, put down her backpack and sickle, and ran two steps to open the door.

Hu smiled and said, "Uncle Jiu is back. It seems that Xinghe and the others are already sitting in the academy and listening to the Master's teaching."

Feng Yin glanced at her: "I know why don't you go and bring a bowl of water quickly. Please ask your uncle Jiu to drink a bowl of hot water to warm your body."
Chapter completed!