What is there any way to determine the current dynasty and judge Song Ziheng's identity without being noticed by everyone? Su Wan frowned for a long time, then suddenly looked up and looked at the opposite side. It was Song Ziheng's study room, and there must be many books to find. She had tried to enter, but was stopped. The Song family regarded the study room as a temple, and no one except Song Ziheng could enter, but if Song Ziheng allowed it, no one would say it. But she was an illiterate woman. How could Song Ziheng allow her to enter the study room?

Song Ziheng Academy has a holiday for half a month, which is the busy farming harvest season. Considering the poor disciples, the academy will have a long holiday every year. Song Ziheng goes to the world during the day and study hard in the study at night. Seeing him working so hard, Su Wan was really embarrassed to express her intention to follow him into the study - it seemed like she was making trouble.

However, Su Wan thought about it for a long time and really thought of a solution. She quickly got up and put on her clothes, walked to the entrance of the study room with the moonlight, and knocked on the door: "Honey husband."

The oil lamp flashed in the room. Song Ziheng took a book and sat under the lamp. He raised his eyes slightly to look at her. Su Wan suddenly thought of a very sour sentence, "Young Master Shi Wushuang."

"Madam?"

Su Wan calmed down and said, "My husband doesn't use much dinner. It's been a long time since dinner. I wonder if my husband is hungry? Do you need a midnight snack?"

"It's really late." Song Ziheng got up and smiled, "Wait for a moment, I'll go back with my wife."

It's not that you are calling you to go back to your room to sleep, kiss! Su Wan moved her lips, but still didn't say anything. She watched Song Ziheng sort out the bookshelf, then blew out the light, and stretched out his hand when she walked in front of her. Su Wan paused, raised her left hand, and the next moment she was wrapped in a dry and warm big hand. Song Ziheng looked at Qingya, but her fingers were slender and powerful, and thick calluses were grinding out of the joints of her fingers, but they were extremely down-to-earth.

The door of the study was locked, and the two walked towards their room step by step in the moonlight, but Su Wan didn't look back. It didn't matter, she told herself that there would always be a solution and not rush.

The two lay down on the bed without saying much. After a while, Su Wan heard the people beside her breathing longer.

In the summer in the south, it is early and the night comes late. During the busy farming season, everyone doesn’t care about saving these oil lamps. They have to stay in the field until the last second when it’s dark. When everyone finishes their meals and packs, it’s eight or nine o’clock, and it’s dawn at three or four o’clock in the morning. Before the roosters outside the yard crow, they always sound like dressing in their ears. Su Wan opened her eyes in a daze, feeling that her forehead was gently stroked, and her ears were a warm and hypnotic sound: “It’s okay, keep sleeping.”

Su Wan really continued to sleep. When she woke up again, it was already dawn. There was a noise from children in the yard and there was no one in the room. She didn't delay. She immediately got up, changed her clothes neatly, and took a deep breath when she opened the door. The morning air was fresh with a trace of fragrance. Su Wan was not in bed, and she got up earlier and got up earlier. She felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart, but she could not compare to others.

"San Sister-in-law, are you getting up? The breakfast is ready, go and eat it." The cow was borrowed by the village to pull food. The borrowed people to feed it. Song Xiaomei didn't have to herd cattle, but she couldn't stop. She got up early and prepared breakfast, but she had been working in the fields for more than an hour, so she thought she was hungry.

Sanniang and Sanwo each held the bowls and sat on the threshold. Their small body seemed to be holding gold ingots in his arms, holding the sea bowl that was not in line with his body shape. It looked very big, and the porridge in the bowl was thin, and there was no see a few grains of rice. However, when Song Xiaomei was cooking porridge, she was afraid that the people working at home would not be full, so she chopped a few more sweet potatoes and threw them in, which was considered rich.

Su Wan didn't expect that one day, wanting to drink a bowl of thick white rice porridge would be a luxury for her - fortunately she prefers to drink sweet potato porridge. Su Wan thought happily in pain and entered the kitchen with Sanniu Sanwa's passionate call. Song Xiaomei took the big girl and Erniu to work hard. Su Wan took a look and couldn't help but wonder: "Is this going to deliver food?"

Song Xiaomei nodded: "The weather is good in the morning, so I won't waste time coming back to eat." I went home for lunch because the sun was too strong, so I was tired all morning and I was tired. I took a break at home and had more energy in the afternoon. The farmers who have worked for generations also understand the principle that too much is not enough. It is either busy all day long, especially when the hottest time of the year, when I am tired or have heatstroke, it is not worth the effort to ask a doctor to take medicine.
Chapter completed!