The next day, when Jing Li opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was the bright red bed curtain that he had hung up yesterday.
His whole body was in so much pain that he felt like it was falling apart. He struggled to reach out and grab a corner of the bed curtain.
"Don't move." Qin Zhao grabbed his hand and pushed him back onto the bed. "What are you doing? Does your head hurt?"
Why doesn’t it hurt
He not only has a headache now, but also pain in his waist and buttocks.
It's all this broken thing's fault.
Qin Zhao understood what he meant and said with a smile: "If you are angry, just blame me. Why take it out on this thing?"
Jing Li glanced at him, pulled his hand away angrily, snorted, and turned over.
Jing Li felt a sharp pain in his lower back and froze.
"I told you not to move." Qin Zhao sighed, and ran his hand down Jing Li's spine, pressing his lower back. "Does it hurt here?"
Jing Li buried his face in the quilt and ignored everyone.
Qin Zhao refreshed his understanding of badness every time. Relying on the instructions in Doctor Xue's letter that he should not work hard, he insisted on letting him do it himself.
It was okay at the beginning, although a little embarrassing, but once you get the hang of it, it’s not too difficult to do.
Moreover, he thought that Qin Zhao had been ill for such a long time and had not vented for a long time, so it should not last too long. Who knows...
It turns out that excellent people are excellent in everything.
In the end, Jing Li was so tired that he couldn't move, his lower back was so sore that he couldn't lift his head, and he couldn't feel refreshed, and he had to endure Qin Zhao's constant urging in his ears.
The feeling is hard to describe.
"Ouch!" Qin Zhao didn't know where he pressed, and Jing Li whimpered in pain.
Qin Zhao subconsciously let go of his hand, and Jing Li quickly rolled into the bed, holding the quilt and looking at him warily.
"I'll give you a massage, it will heal faster." Qin Zhao said.
"No." Jing Li's eyes were filled with tears, and he curled up in the quilt, "I'm fine like this..."
"It's up to you." Qin Zhao stood up and said in a steady tone, "You work every day, how come your waist strength is still so poor? You need to practice more."
Jing Li: “Cough cough cough!”
Who needs to practice this more
Qin Zhao couldn't help laughing and asked, "Lunch is ready. Do you want to eat at the table or in bed?"
"Bring it here, I'll eat it here." Jing Li said willfully, "Feed me."
Qin Zhao knew that he had bullied someone yesterday, so he could only obey. He carefully served his little fish a meal, and then read a few pages of the storybook in a rhythmic manner, coaxing the little fish to calm down, and then he picked up the wooden basin in the corner.
"I'm going to do some laundry, you lie down for a while." Qin Zhao said.
Jing Li buried half of his face in the quilt and nodded silently, not daring to look at the big red bed sheet in the wooden basin that had been terribly ruined by the two men.
Qin Zhao took one last look at the young man on the bed, smiled, shook his head, and walked out the door carrying the wooden basin.
He didn't know what kind of person he was in the past, but over the years, in order to prevent his illness from getting worse, he always knew how to control his emotions, and he became more and more peaceful.
He shouldn't have been as impulsive as he was last night.
But I can't help it.
How could he be so lucky to meet that little girl, who was so beautiful, so well-behaved, and who loved him so warmly and simply and treated him well.
How can one resist claiming someone as one's own
The bamboo courtyard was not far from the laundry place. There were not many people by the stream at this hour. Qin Zhao put down the wooden basin, leaned over and saw his reflection in the water.
He didn't know how old he was, but that face definitely didn't look like he was only in his early twenties. There were no fine lines on his face yet, but due to the torture of illness over the years, the vicissitudes of life over the years could be seen at a glance between his eyebrows.
In any case, it is far inferior to those young and green teenage faces.
Qin Zhao washed his face with water, stared at the face in the water, and suddenly laughed.
He clearly never cared about his appearance in the past, but after this night, he started to worry for no reason.
How strange.
Some time ago, Qin Zhao secretly laughed at Jing Li for always liking to stick to him, but now he realized that he was even worse than his own Xiaoyu.
He seemed to have really become a newlywed young man, unable to bear the slightest bit of temper and wanting to be with the other person all the time.
"… No!" Jing Li stopped for the umpteenth time when he was on the verge of a misfire. "Doctor Xue said it can't be too frequent. Do you still want to get your disease cured?"
Qin Zhao trapped the person between the seats. The two looked at each other, their eyes meeting silently in the air.
"But it's been three days since the last time." Qin Zhao lowered his head and kissed the corners of Jing Li's lips again and again, his voice very low.
"That... that won't work either..."
Jing Li couldn't stand him talking like that, and managed to hold on with a little bit of rationality: "We agreed to do it four or five times a month..."
Qin Zhao paused, then whispered, "But don't you think I'm getting better faster now than before?"
Jing Li was stunned.
Qin Zhao's complexion was indeed much better than before.
Does doing that kind of thing have such an effect
"In fact, I have always wondered if there is something in you that can counteract the effect of Shen Huan's medicine." Qin Zhao said, "Think about the time when you just turned into a human and rescued me from the mountains, and the day when I officially changed the medicine."
On the day Qin Zhao was rescued from the mountains, he did not take any medicine, but there was no toxicity and no effects the next day.
On the day of changing the dressing, he was able to stabilize because of Jing Li's presence.
Jing Li's voice was less firm: "But, but you have no evidence..."
"So we can give it a try." Qin Zhao kissed him gently and coaxed him, "Xiao Yu, just help me."
Jing Li has not been firm enough on this matter.
It is indeed very tiring to do that kind of thing, but I have to say that it is indeed very comfortable. Doing that kind of thing with the person you like is the most comfortable thing in the world.
Qin Zhao's words easily convinced Jing Li's originally unsteady heart. Jing Li's hand that was pulling Qin Zhao's sleeve unconsciously loosened, allowing Qin Zhao to kiss her, and gently asked him to open his mouth a little more...
"—Qin Zhao, are you home?" There was a sudden knock on the door, and both of them paused.
Jing Li opened his eyes and met Qin Zhao's gaze. Both of them had the same indescribable expression on their faces.
The voice was Chen Yanan.
Such interruptions are not uncommon these days.
Qin Zhao became famous at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, and everyone soon found out his name and where he lived. These days, there was an endless stream of people coming to his house to make friends with him, handing him invitations to a certain place for a gathering, and even asking him to be their teacher.
Few people in the village could read and write, so most people from other villages who wanted to meet Qin Zhao had to seek Chen Yan'an's introduction. Because of this, the little fat boy's reputation became much more famous.
"Ignore him."
Qin Zhao pretended to continue kissing him. Outside the door, Chen Yanan spoke again: "Qin Zhao, I know you are pretending not to be home again. Open the door for me. This time we are going to get down to business!"
Qin Zhao: “…”
This little fat guy will never stop.
Qin Zhao's fingers were clenched on the back of the chair until they turned white. After a while, he suppressed his anger and said, "I will make a sign saying 'No Visitors' and hang it in front of the door someday."
Jing Li was also annoyed at first, but seeing Qin Zhao like this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Well, I'll help you do it."
Qin Zhao suddenly felt better. He lowered his head and kissed Jing Li: "You go in first, I'll go take a look."
Jing Li nodded: "Okay."
Qin Zhao straightened his messy clothes and went to open the gate. Chen Yanan and the village chief were standing in front of the door.
Seeing him open the door, Chen Yanan tilted his head and said proudly: "See, I said he was pretending not to be at home. I don't know why he closed the door in broad daylight..."
Qin Zhao had a blank expression on his face: "You may have forgotten that my husband and Ayi have a very good relationship..."
Chen Yanan's expression froze, and he immediately said in a cowardly tone: "Brother!! Brother Qin, I was wrong!! Please don't let my sister-in-law say bad things about me!!!"
Qin Zhao ignored him and led the two of them in.
It was one thing to be a little annoyed at being interrupted, but these two people had been very caring towards Qin Zhao and Jing Li in the village, so they had to show due courtesy.
Jing Li hid in his bedroom and refused to come out. Qin Zhao served them tea and asked, "Why did the village chief come to see me?"
The village chief said in a serious tone: "I came to you this time because I have a request."
Since Qin Zhaoxing built the dike, many farmers wanted their children to learn to read and write, but children usually started school at the age of four or five. They had to go to elementary school first to develop their intelligence, and then they could pass the teacher's test and enter a private school.
It's already autumn, and the weather is getting colder. As parents, we are really worried about letting our four or five-year-old children walk one or two hours along the mountain road to go to school in town.
Therefore, recently many farmers have asked the village head whether it is possible to open a primary school in the village.
In fact, many villages have their own elementary schools, but in Linxi Village, few people were willing to send their children to learn to read, and the village chief was too old to teach all the time.
This led to the fact that there was no elementary school in Linxi Village.
After listening to what the village chief said, Qin Zhao keenly perceived his deep meaning: "The village chief wants me to run the elementary school?"
Village chief: “Yes.”
Qin Zhao shook his head: "But I have no achievements, I am afraid I can't take on this important task."
"Your fame has spread to the county, do you still need official titles?" The village chief smiled, "The imperial examination is held every year. There are so many people who have passed the examination, but none of them can match that poem. What's more, the elementary school only teaches simple literacy. I heard from Yan An that you were teaching your husband to read before, and now he can recognize words, right?"
"this… "
Xiaoyu's situation was different from that of ordinary children who had not yet developed intelligence, but Qin Zhao did not want to explain too much to him.
Seeing that he was still hesitant, the village chief advised: "I have thought about it. If you are willing, I will organize the villagers to raise money to build a school. I will build it next to your yard so that you can go in and out easily."
"I know you will take the Tongsheng exam next year. I can take turns teaching you so as not to waste too much of your time."
"As for money, teaching a few children every day can earn you tuition fees. Isn't that more than what you can earn by copying books for a bookstore? Of course, if you don't want money, I believe the villagers will not refuse if you help with farm work or provide daily necessities."
Qin Zhao's eyes moved slightly.
This just happened to solve the problem that had been bothering him before.
His body was not yet able to do heavy work, and he was reluctant to let Jing Li do it all the time. If someone could do it for him, that would be the best.
Thinking of this, Qin Zhao did not delay any further: "Just listen to the village chief."
After getting Qin Zhao's consent, the village chief happily left with Chen Yan'an. Qin Zhao closed the door and returned to the bedroom.
His little fish was sitting obediently beside the bed waiting for him.
Jing Li's clothes were still a little messy, with a bit of her porcelain-like skin exposed at her collar. From top to bottom, a few red marks could be seen.
"My husband is going to be a teacher in the academy." Jing Li turned her head to look at him and was also very happy about the village chief's decision.
Although the tuition fees for elementary school were not as high as those for regular private schools or academies, it was also a stable source of income, and was indeed much better than Qin Zhao's current job of copying books.
Moreover, the village chief promised to build the academy next to his house, which would save a lot of effort.
In this way, they no longer have to worry about their income during the imperial examination next year.
Qin Zhao didn't answer.
He walked up to Jing Li and touched the corner of his red lips with his fingertips: "It's just a primary school, it's still far from being a formal teacher."
"That's also sir." Jing Li's eyes lit up slightly, "Can I go to the academy to attend classes? I'll be your first student."
Qin Zhao smiled and lowered his head. He gently pushed Jing Li into the bed and kissed him on the lips. "That depends on how you want to bribe me."
Jing Li stammered, but his protest was completely blocked by Qin Zhao's lips. Then he gradually forgot what he was going to say in the opponent's attack.
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
Qin Zhao: “…”
What day is today? Will it ever end