Chapter 159 - Chapter 159: Chapter 159 He is not rustic at all

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 He is not rustic at all

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For a moment, Tong Sanlang felt like he was simple and unrefined again.

Based on the meals and skills Qiao Xiaomai demonstrated, she must come from a world better than this one.

From a better world, that indicates she has met better people.

He’s just a lad from a insignificant rural village, how could he compare with the people she’s seen before?

Realizing this fact made Tong Sanlang feel even more dejected.

Actually, Qiao Xiaomai doesn’t know him well yet, but once she does, she’ll realize that he’s not simple, not simple at all.

He’s read extensively; whether it’s orthodox Confucianism, or other schools of thought, including numerous heterodox, he’s dabbled in everything.

He can fence, box, play chess, paint, and practice calligraphy.

As for his face, it would even stand out in Capital City.

He also possesses immense wealth – in fact, a fortune is not enough to describe his affluence.

Although he may not be able to compare with the people from Qiao Xiaomai’s previous world, he still has a lot of room for growth.

Speaking seriously, he really isn’t simple…

But the thing is, Qiao Xiaomai doesn’t know any of this!

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and this feeling of dejection continued as Tong Sanlang carried his fishing net back home.

The fishing net was just over three meters long, intended for use in the village stream. Anping Village was far from the lakes and seas, and no one in the village knew how to make such a net. It was something he’d seen on his way to Capital City, so he and Gao Xiaoshan were trying to make it for fun.

Given the size of the tiny fish in the village stream, this net was basically a toy.

Remembering the fried river snails Qiao Xiaomai had brought him the first time, he picked up his net and went to the riverside.

His grandfather also loved to eat them, so he would catch some to keep at home. Once Qiao Xiaomai’s period was over, he would ask her to make some more.

As for the bean sprouts, Qiao Xiaomai was currently bedridden, and the courtyard was being used to dry tofu skin, so it was inconvenient with people coming and going.

Right, the bean sprouts can wait for now.

Fully satisfied with his decision, Tong Sanlang took his net to the river. He’s quite skilled, and instead of catching fish using Qiao Xiaomai’s space, he jumped directly into the river, spreading out the fishing net and moving around in the water.

Half an hour later, he returned home with the fishing net carrying over ten pounds of small fish and river snails.

After removing his dripping wet shirt and changing into clean clothes, he stored away the small fish and river snails. He then took off his clothes to wash.

The stain on his clothes remained. He’d worn these blood-stained clothes to visit the Gao family, then to the river, and now, he was finally going to wash them.

With a secret sigh, he placed his clothes in the wooden basin to wash.

He decided to leave his tangled thoughts for later.

Qiao’s Family.

After Gao Xiaomei left, Qiao Xiaomai gathered up the cloth strips and powder from her quilt into her space. Then, she lay down on her bed in spread-eagle position again, her face full of worry.

She had pushed Tong Sanlang’s matter to the back of her mind. Regardless of what Tong Sanlang was planning, she didn’t have feelings for him anyway.

What she was worried about now was sanitary napkins.

Although she had stored dozens of packs in her space, they would surely run out eventually. When that time comes, would she have to sew some kind of menstrual band?

No, these things seemed more like lingerie in her eyes.

And they were filled with ash from plants and trees. Even though she knew the ash was clean, she just couldn’t get past this mentally.

Moreover, these things were reusable. Having gotten used to disposable ones, she really couldn’t stand the idea of using something over and over again.

What should she do?