After the writing was dry, Feng Qing carefully placed the rice paper in the innermost box of the bedside box, "Ms. sir, next time we go to the town to buy a lock, I want to lock these papers."

Looking at the banknotes and the carefully collected rice paper that Feng Qing put aside casually, Fang Zheng felt his heart soften. He smoothed Feng Qing's hair and replied, "Okay."

After putting away the rice paper, Feng Qing stepped forward, hugged Fang Zheng's arm, raised his head, and said with admiration, "Ms. sir, you are good at writing and painting. Now that you have finished writing, then you can draw some for me.

Let’s talk.”

Feng Qing's admiration was very useful to Fang Zheng. He tapped his chin on the desk and said, "Then the lady will continue grinding for her husband."

"Okay." He rolled up his sleeves and began to rub ink again.

Soon, a picture of pine and crane appeared on the paper.

The spirit of the pine, the leisurely immortality of the crane, every stroke is just right.

"My lord, I won't let you paint next time." Feng Qing's eyes were glued to the painting, "It's so good, I can't bear to cover your painting with needle and thread."

"If Madam likes it, I can also draw a picture for Madam every seven days." Fang Zheng held Feng Qing's shoulder and leaned close to her ear, "I will paint Madam."

Her face was stained with red. She was sure that her husband-in-law was better at flirting than she was.

"Can Mr. Xian draw a different version of me in each painting?" Since you know how to flirt, I'll give you a chance to show off.

"Of course it's possible." Fang Zheng didn't feel embarrassed. He almost held Feng Qing's ear in his mouth, "Every moment of the lady's life is different in my heart."

"Mr. Sir!" Feng Qing covered his face with his hands, "Business, business."

If her husband continues to tease her like this, she won't be able to do anything else today.

The low laughter made her feel numb and weak. She glared at her husband-in-law and said, "Sister-in-law, if you can do it, don't you feel panicked?"

Ahem.

Fang Zheng put his fist to his lips and said, "It's as sweet as sugar for my husband."

Well, I can't say that about him.

"Ms. sir, I want a drink of water." Afraid that he would say something else that would make people blush, Feng Qing simply ordered him, "I want cold water."

"Lady, you can't drink cold water." Fang Zheng refused directly.

"It's hot now, I can drink."

"No." This was not discussed. Fang Zheng kissed her forehead and said, "Be good."

After finishing his words, before Feng Qing could say anything, he had already turned around and left.

Feng patted his face lightly, took a deep breath, and waited for his rapidly beating heart to slow down. Then he returned to the desk, picked up the rice paper, and carefully looked at the picture of Songs and Cranes prolonging their lives.

Keeping every stroke in mind, Feng Qing couldn't help but admire it more and more.

Even with such a simple painting, you can still see Fang Zheng's incredible painting skills at a glance. I'm afraid that even if I practice for more than ten years, I won't be able to match my husband's current level.

"I still can't bear to part with it." Feng Qing admired as he carefully touched every scene and object in the painting.

"If the lady likes it, I will paint a new one for you." Fang Zheng appeared at the door holding a cup and said warmly.

"It's better not to use it." Feng shook his head lightly, "My husband, I will be able to draw more paintings from now on."

"Just follow my wife's advice."

After drinking water and chatting with Fang Zheng, the high tide of love between the two finally subsided. For the remaining half a day, Fang Zheng read and Feng Qing sat next to him and embroidered.

It is said that there are specialties in the arts. Fang Zheng can read very quickly and has a photographic memory, while Feng Qingze is flying with needle and thread. In half an afternoon, he has already embroidered a crane.

"Madam, take a rest and rest your eyes." Just as he was about to embroider the second crane, Fang Zheng stood in front of her without knowing it.

He didn't know much about embroidery before. Even though he knew it would hurt his eyes, Fang Zheng was reluctant to wake her up when he saw Feng Qing sinking into it. But after finishing the embroidery, Feng Qing's eyes were red for several days.

Only then did Fang Zheng regret it.

It's just that this kind of regret has always been hidden in the bottom of his heart, and he will definitely not let his wife work as hard as last time.

"Okay." Seeing Fang Zheng insist, Feng Qing put down the needle and thread and did some eye exercises as he did in his previous life.

Fang Zheng kept staring at Feng Qing's movements. After she finished, he asked, "Is it good for your eyes if you do this?"

"Yes." Feng Qing felt her eyes felt better. She took Fang Zheng's hand and said, "Mr., your eyes will get tired from reading. Let's do it together in the future."

"Okay." Fang Zheng would not refuse anything that was good to his wife.

Just by watching Feng Qing do it once, Fang Zheng could accurately remember the steps and every position of the eye exercises. Seeing Fang Zheng wearing a long gown and doing eye exercises in front of him with a serious face, Feng Qing looked away and tried his best.

Hold back your laughter.

To use a later saying, the husband at this moment is stupid and cute.

She couldn't help but want to knead it.

Of course, this is just a thought. Once Fang Zheng opens his eyes, most of the time, he is still the steady and reliable husband.

There was still half a month left, so Feng Qing was not in a hurry. After doing eye exercises, the two of them held hands and went out for a walk.

Feng Qing knew very well that the reason why Fang Zheng recovered so quickly was due to medicine, good mood, and daily activities. She asked one day what her husband did every day before she got married.

What.

Before getting sick, all he did every day was read and write. After getting sick, he spent most of the day lying down.

Even a good person can have problems if he lies down all day, let alone Fang Zheng, who is already weak.

It is said that Fang Zheng knows a lot, so he naturally also knows these simple medical principles.

"My husband is too lazy to move." This was Fang Zheng's answer.

At that time, he was afraid that the difference between life and death was just too lazy to live or not to live.

The two of them left Fang's house and walked toward the back of the village.

"Sanlang——" Just after walking through the Fang family yard, a call came from behind.

The two turned back.

"Sanlang, are you feeling better?" The pursuer, the head of Dongliu Village, Yu Qianjin, looked at Fang Zheng panting.

"Much better." Fang Zheng replied reservedly, "I wonder what the village chief wants from me?"

Even though Yu Qianjin is just a village chief, in the eyes of the villagers, he still has a lot of things to do. Moreover, the village chief has not visited Fang's house for so many years. This time, he might not just ask about Fang Zheng's health.

"Sanlang, have you heard about the tax increase?" Sure enough, the village chief stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

Yu Qianjin thought about it and felt that the only person in the village who could discuss with him was Fang Zheng. Not only the villagers were worried, but he was also worried. Firstly, after the increase in taxes, his family would not have much food left. Secondly, he

He is the head of a village. If the villagers cannot pay taxes, he will be responsible to some extent. He is a small village head, but he can't help it.

The more Yu Qianjin thought about it, the more anxious he became. He wandered around the house for half the afternoon before he decided to come over and find Fang Zheng.

"I haven't been able to leave my house these days, so I don't know what's going on outside." Fang Zheng shook his head.

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