Feng Han also felt very surprised.
He had never seen water flow to higher ground.
"You came up with this too?"
Su Qiao blinked. "I was reading a book and thought about it for a while, but I didn't expect it to work."
"I don't know what your brain is made of, but it can come up with so many fantastic ideas."
Su Qiao pointed ahead and motioned for him to walk along the river bank.
"You came today not just to praise me, right?"
Su Qiao would not believe that he would be so idle that he even came to their fields.
Feng Han looked paused and sighed, "I will return to Beijing tomorrow."
Returning to Beijing means separation from her.
It won't be as easy as it is now.
"Oh." Su Qiao was not surprised and said flatly.
Feng Han suddenly felt unhappy and stopped. "You don't have anything to say to me?"
[Host, please say a few nice words quickly, are you going to die of suffocation without looking at him?]
Su Qiao glanced at him sideways and picked a leaf from the orange tree nearby. "If you have anything to do, go back quickly."
"..." Feng Han breathed into his chest, unable to go up or down.
This heartless Little Ya head.
This cruel woman.
He was reluctant to leave here, but she was so heartless.
Seeing that his expression was changing and he was about to suffer from depression, Su Qiao kindly let him go. "Get things done as soon as possible and come back as soon as possible."
After thinking about it, she felt that this was wrong. After all, it was impossible for him to leave the capital for a long time.
"If everything is settled, I will go to the capital to farm."
Feng Han The breath that was held in his chest finally came out.
"Are you kidding me?"
Su Qiao The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and there was a hint of smile in his cold eyes, "Why did I kid you?"
Still said no.
It was obviously intentional, just to see him laugh.
"I really lost to you."
Feng Han sighed helplessly.
He stretched out his hand and scratched her little nose. "You are relying on me to care about you."
Su Qiao quickly took a step back. "Don't mess around, there are still many people watching over there."
"I will leave Yuan Wu here. You can go to him if you need anything."
Feng Han rubbed the fingers under her sleeves a few times, resisting the thought of touching her cheek.
His black eyes stared at her steadily. "Write a letter to me?"
"Wouldn't this kind of behavior be bad?" In ancient times, this situation should be regarded as a private exchange, right?
Feng Han will of course consider her reputation. "Give it directly to Yuan Wu, no one will know."
"And Wind-powered water wheel, how about engraving your name on it?"
Su Qiao is confused. "Why?"
Feng Han said matter-of-factly, "You figured it out, of course it must be engraved with your name."
Of course, what she makes can only belong to her.
Whether it's toothbrushes, tooth powder, shoes, socks and bags.
If anyone else wants to get involved, they must ask him first.
"Whatever!" Su Qiao thinks this is not a big deal.
If it is not engraved, it is of no use. There is no such thing as a patent in this era.
Early the next morning, Su Qiao got up at dawn.
She hurriedly hurried slowly, and when she arrived at the foot of Beishan Mountain, she saw a huge team.
In the middle of the queue, a horse parked quietly.
The people in the carriage seemed to sense her arrival, opened the curtain and walked out.
"I thought you really wouldn't come."
Su Qiao put Back Basket down and took out a small bag. "I'm here to give you this."
"What is it?"
Feng Han glanced at the cloth bag in her hand and slowly approached.
Yuan Wu and Yuan Liu in the back looked at each other: Could it be food?