After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Chapter 176: Han Yuqing sent wine

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Although Xia Ruyu had been married far away for many years, she still had a deterrent effect in the village. The villagers all laughed and said, "No, no, we all like Qianqian very much."

Xia Ruyu nodded with satisfaction and said to Qin: "Sister-in-law, take good care of her. Only if you are healthy can there be hope for your children."

"Yeah." Qin nodded.

Xia Ruyu left, and the villagers also dispersed.

Xia Qianqian was depressed as she looked at the chicken that had just died. She had to think of a way to make Liu Xing give up.

Unexpectedly, before Xia Qianqian could figure out a way to make Liu Xing give up, matchmakers from all over the place came to her door in droves.

For several days in a row, matchmakers came to Xia Qianqian's house every day to propose marriage.

"Miss Xia, I am Wang the matchmaker from Baishi Village. Bai Daniu from our village has a good family background..."

"Miss Xia, the Han family of Lihuaxi asked me to propose marriage. The second son of the Han family is a refined man. He passed the imperial examination last year..."

"… "

Xia Qianqian has become a hot commodity in the area, and the matchmakers are chattering and praising their proposed partners to the heavens.

Xia Qianqian was very annoyed, but she couldn't drive the matchmaker away in a threatening manner - if she offended this matchmaker from all over the area, her reputation in the area would be ruined. She could only greet her with tea and melon seeds every time, reject her politely, and send her out in a friendly manner.

After a few days, Xia Qianqian was exhausted, and so was Qin: "I have never spoken to so many strangers in my life."

"Mom, are you still worried about my marriage now?" Xia Qianqian asked while lying weakly on the bed, holding an enamel hand warmer.

"Sad." Qin said, "You don't like any of the good guys in the surrounding area. Do you only like Gu Changsheng?"

"Uh..." Xia Qianqian choked and shook her head vigorously, "I didn't!"

"So what kind of family do you want to marry?"

"Like my aunt said, he should at least be from the county town!" Xia Qianqian talked nonsense, her heart pounding and her rhythm already messed up.

How could she possibly fall for Gu Changsheng? Gu Changsheng was Gu Yanjing's ancestor, that was incest!

Qin said earnestly, "Qianqian, listen to mother. We won't try to marry someone above our station. We should just find someone of equal status."

"I know, I know. I'm only thirteen now, I don't want to think about that. Mom, let me give you the hand warmer while I go draw the blueprints."

Xia Qianqian stuffed the hand warmer into Qin's arms, got out of bed and ran away.

After the winter solstice, the weather became colder and the ice thickened. The porcelain kiln could not be built for the time being, but she could not sit idle like this. She practiced Tai Chi with the matchmakers every day. It was time to go to Xining County to see the porcelain clay.

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Pingning Town

Gu Changsheng took out an exquisite heart-shaped plastic box from the drawer, which contained the last two Ferrero Rocher nut chocolates. The golden wrapping paper and golden backing gave the plastic box a high-end visual feel.

He looked at it gently for a while, opened the box, took out the chocolate, and closed the lid.

Xia Qianqian, I have prepared the box you wanted. When will you come to pick it up

"Qingtong, I'm here to deliver something to my third cousin." Han Yuqing's voice suddenly came from outside the yard.

Gu Changsheng frowned and put the box back into the drawer. Just as he was about to turn off the lights and pretend to be asleep, Qingtong had already opened the door to let Han Yuqing in.

"Third cousin." Han Yuqing shouted happily when he saw the lights.

Gu Changsheng didn't have time to close the window, so he could only respond calmly, "What's up?"

"It's getting windy and snowy in the evening, can you have a drink?" Han Yuqing smiled and took out a green-glazed bottle from his sleeve. "My brother sent me a pot of osmanthus wine today. It's fragrant but not intoxicating, and I specially sent it to my third cousin.

(End of this chapter)