The Supreme Female From Past Chapter 6

Who is it? Who is speaking?

Ivy Song, who was dreaming, saw a scene from a God's perspective. In the scene, a little girl in a pink dress was sitting in the dense leaves that protruded from the wall. She was very cute and delicate.

The one she called gloomy-faced was a little boy in black clothes under the wall.

From his God's perspective, Ivy Song couldn't see the boy's appearance clearly. He could only see that the boy had two cinnabar moles, one on his cheek and one on the upper side of his neck, which was very special.

'Gloomy face, what's your name?'

The little girl pushed aside the leaves and branches that blocked her view and took a closer look at the gloomy face. She found that he was very handsome and said shocking things at such a young age.

"You are so beautiful. When you grow up, I will marry you!"

The words dissipated in the wind, and the leaves were rustling, while also blowing up the pink skirt of the little girl and the black hem of the little boy.

'Huo, my last name is Huo.'

"Wife master? Wife master?"

When the cocks crowed, Caleb Duan pushed the door and walked into Ivy Song's bedroom. With the dusk seeping in from outside, he was surprised to find that she had washed off the mud on her body and her messy hair, which was now hanging obediently on her body.

"Um?"

Ivy Song woke up dazedly, rubbed his eyes, saw who was coming, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"

"We have to go to the market now, otherwise if we go too late, we won't be able to get a good seat."

He was not far from Ivy Song, so he could clearly smell the faint woody scent coming from Ivy Song.

Did she put on powder?

Caleb Duan was very curious, but then he thought how could she be the kind of person who loves cleanliness, so he gave up the ridiculous idea in his mind.

Ivy Song slapped his head and thought to himself that he had forgotten about it while sleeping.

The original body, Lucas Sheng, and Caleb Duan usually earned their money by going to the market early in the morning to sell fresh vegetables grown in their own yard. Some time ago, she was seriously ill and her daily expenses were all paid by Lucas Sheng, who dug and washed vegetables every day and then carried a bamboo basket to the market to sell them.

"I'll be up in a minute. Wait for me."

Ivy Song got up hurriedly. According to her original body's memory, she fetched water and washed herself skillfully. She found a clean tooth-cleaning wood from the kitchen, ground the tip into fine silk, and then put it into her mouth to clean her teeth.

There were no dentists in this dynasty, so you had to brush your teeth well. Not to mention, the smell of this tooth-cleaning wood is quite pleasant, with the unique fragrance of the forest.

The tooth-cleaning wood is naturally not as good as modern toothpaste. The soft wood fibers produce fine foam when they come into contact with water. Ivy Song brushed his mouth for a while, then scraped his tongue coating with it, and finally rinsed his mouth a few more times before finishing.

"What are you going to dig today?"

Ivy Song rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the vegetables planted in the yard.

"It's fine. I think I can pick some peaches and sell them. I think I can get some extra money."

Caleb Duan suggested.

"Okay, then you go pick the peaches and I'll dig the vegetables."

Ivy Song squatted in the field, stretched out her hands to dig out the green and pure white plants from the soil and put them aside. She repeated this countless times. She stood up suddenly, her head felt dizzy, and she was about to fall to the side. Fortunately, Lucas Sheng suddenly appeared and supported her in time, thus avoiding an accident. She lowered her head and saw Lucas Sheng's white hands. The morning air was still a little damp and cold with morning dew. The joints and fingertips of these hands were moistened with peach-like pink in the cool breeze, which was simply a feast for the eyes.

"Ayuan cooked some noodles in the kitchen with the leftover chicken soup from yesterday. It would be better for my wife to have some breakfast before she does any work."

Lucas Sheng's voice was gentle. She preferred the latter to the hoarseness he deliberately suppressed when that happened last night.

Whenever Ivy Song saw Lucas Sheng, she couldn't help but think of the "absurd" thing she did last night in a fit of rage. If this happened in modern times, she would definitely be arrested as a hooligan and detained in the police station for a few days.

"Okay, thank you, Yuan."

With her hands covered in mud, Ivy Song didn't dare to touch Lucas Sheng's clothes at all. She left his arms with difficulty and went into the kitchen with her dirty hands.

The fleeing reaction made Lucas Sheng and Caleb Duan, who saw everything the two did, feel strange and suspicious, especially Caleb Duan. After Lucas Sheng returned to the room last night, he sat by the candlelight for a long time, his ears were red, and when asked what happened, he didn't say anything, just sat there.

"Lucas Sheng, do you think... my wife's brain may have been damaged by the high fever and cold that night?"

Caleb Duan approached Lucas Sheng holding a peach still covered with morning dew and asked him in a voice that only they could hear.

Lucas Sheng shook his head and said.

"I don't know either."

Later, after enjoying breakfast, Ivy Song set off for the market with Lucas Sheng. As for why she didn't bring Caleb Duan with her, she could not refute the reason given by Lucas Sheng.

Lucas Sheng said.

"If Caleb Duan joins us, the money he earns may not be enough to cover the losses caused by others."

Ivy Song thought about it and it made sense. Although Caleb Duan's parents disliked him for being a boy, his parents gave him whatever he wanted when he was a child and never treated him unfairly. So, he didn't understand the concept of money. If he went out with them, he would probably get cheated and have to count money for others.

The market was about half an hour's journey from where they lived. During the entire journey, Ivy Song and Lucas Sheng hardly spoke to each other. They occasionally said a few words, but the topic quickly faded into obscurity.

I think it might be because they were still awkward about what happened last night, so they arrived at their destination in silence.

People in ancient times were very hardworking and diligent. Ivy Song thought he had arrived very early, but when he arrived at the market, he found that others had arrived earlier than them.

"Selling buns! Big, soft buns!"

"Hey! This is a sandalwood hairpin made by my husband himself. Look at the pattern, it's so well carved!"

"Vegetables! Fresh vegetables for only three cents!"

Ivy Song stood in the crowded crowd, the scene in front of him reflected in his dark pupils, and he sighed silently in his heart: Ah...it turns out that she really died in that plane crash, and traveled to the real ancient times.

Lucas Sheng noticed that she was distracted, gently pulled her sleeve and said, "Wife, if we don't take a seat, we won't be able to sell the things we have."

"Ah, sorry, let's just find a good vantage point quickly then."

Ivy Song came to his senses and quickly pulled Lucas Sheng to sit together. Then he spread linen on the ground, neatly placed the freshly picked vegetables and peaches on it, and finally waited patiently for the guests.

It is true that women are superior to men. In modern costume dramas, she mostly sees men as outsiders and women as insiders. But now it is completely the other way around. Women are shouting loudly at the stalls, while those who come to buy are all men, or they are accompanying their wives to buy.

Ivy Song supported his chin and looked at everyone who passed by, and once again lamented the panic and powerlessness of being in an unfamiliar environment.

"My dear wife, why don't you shout?"

Lucas Sheng said.

"Me? Yell...yell?" Yell like them?

Although Ivy Song is not a socially phobic person, but... in this situation, she can't really shout.

"If we don't advertise, it will be hard to sell our products."

He said.

"That..."

"Then I'll... give it a try..."

"Ahem...fresh vegetables...come and buy them...yo..."

Ivy Song, who had just opened her mouth, began to back off. The sound of her words became smaller and smaller. Under the gaze of strangers, she felt a burning sensation on her back.

"Wife master..."

"Hey, Mr. Sheng, I haven't seen you at the stall these days, but I finally saw you today."

"Yes, Mr. Sheng. Eh? Are these peaches you picked from your yard? They look so fresh."

"Yes."

When Ivy Song thought he couldn't make a penny this morning, women came towards them one after another. Of course, they didn't come to buy things, but for... Lucas Sheng, the handsome man next to her.

There aren't many good-looking people in such a remote place, let alone people like Lucas Sheng. These women are used to seeing ordinary people on weekdays, and now if a handsome man with outstanding temperament suddenly appears in front of them, their eyes will definitely light up, and then they will rush to talk to him more.

Soon, their stall was surrounded by people. Lucas Sheng was in charge of sales, while she was ignored by the women and pushed aside. She silently took the baskets they handed over and filled them with peaches and vegetables.