Scholars in the courtyard

Chapter 195
In the room, the kerosene lamp was lit, and the light illuminated the room through the glass cover.

Ran Qiuye was sitting on the edge of the kang, on the other side Yang Shitou's family was holding the child and talking to Ran Qiuye, and next to him was Yang Dazhuang's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wang.

The three women were chatting together, apparently Ran Qiuye didn't let go, most of them were listening.

But I couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the two rural elder sisters, so I quickly put the topic on Yang Xiaotao.

Ran Qiuye was also interested.

Outside the yard, Mr. Yang was holding a cattail leaf fan, with a smile on his wrinkled face. Next to him, Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou were cleaning up the pheasants. Yang Xiaotao stood beside him and explained.

But no matter what he said, Mr. Yang was always smiling, and he didn't know if it was because of teachers in the school or other meanings.

"Xiaotao, I think the girl looks good."

Yang Dazhuang, who was grilling chicken feathers, came over and said, Grandpa Yang also nodded.

As someone who has experienced it, Mr. Yang has seen too many people of all kinds.

Some people can tell a person's temper at a glance.

After a short contact, Mr. Yang felt that this girl was worthy of his grandson.

Especially in terms of character, not only the persistence of the peasant girl, but also the experience of the city girl, plus she is a teacher, she must love to study, and she looks handsome, so she must be easy to give birth to.

The more Mr. Yang looked at it, the more he felt that such a girl should be his grandson's wife.

"Xiaotao, you have to seize the opportunity. Don't lose it to me."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless, how many times had he explained this, why didn't he listen to it in his heart?

"Master, I am a teacher."

"What's wrong with the teacher? Don't tell me you don't like him."

"With your eyes, treat everyone else as blind."

"Ah, I, no, what's wrong with my eyes..."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless, if he said he didn't like him at all, he was lying to himself.

But it wasn't love at first sight either.

He, Yang Xiaotao, a good young man in the new era, still needs a wife?
I have seen many beautiful and temperamental ones in my previous life. Although I have no chance to get them, my vision is not there.

What's more, how old is he? After more than ten or twenty years, when he is developed, there are not many girls in the [-]th or [-]th century?
Uh

He thought a lot, but in a word, Yang Xiaotao was not used to this quick way of establishing a relationship.

And with the lessons learned from the last failure, Yang Xiaotao didn't want to be too hasty.

What's more, he also needs to know more about Ran Qiuye's composition.

After all, it's a lifetime thing.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao's silence, Grandpa Yang also knew that he had his own opinions, and Yang Xiaotao would decide on his own.

"Okay, quickly stew the chicken and eat later!"

As Mr. Yang said, Yang Xiaotao came to his senses and started to clean up the pheasants.

In the room, Ran Qiuye listened to the two talking, and knew more about Yang Xiaotao.

One said it might be a fake.

The two said it might be collusion.

Three people said it, and people from three villages said it, which means it is true.

The more she got to know Yang Xiaotao, the more impressed Ran Qiuye was.

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered around the table, waiting for dinner.

Grandpa Yang sat inside, with Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou on his right.

On the left are Ran Qiuye, Yang Dazhuang's family and Yang Shitou's family.

Yang Xiaotao stood below, serving dishes one by one.

For this evening meal, Yang Xiaotao is the chef.

Two chickens, one was chopped into pieces, and made into a large plate of chicken with potatoes. Yang Xiaotao also put corn tortillas in it, and one end came out of the pot, and the room was filled with aroma.

It made those who waited wildly swallow their saliva.

The other is used to make soup, and the chicken is fished out for disassembly and only the soup is served.

In addition, Yang Xiaotao also fried a serving of cabbage and a serving of shredded potatoes.

"Teacher Ran!"

Before eating, Grandpa Yang deliberately put the cigarette away, raised his wine glass, and looked at Ran Qiuye.

Seeing this, Ran Qiuye picked up the water glass, "Master! Just call me Qiuye."

"Okay, Akiba is good. Haha"

"This time, if Qiuye can come, I will warmly welcome you on behalf of Yangjiazhuang."

"There are only two old bones in our school. After a long time, there is no ink in the stomach, so I can't hold on."

Mr. Yang sighed with emotion.

"Yes, the conditions in this village are difficult. You can bring glory to our village by coming here! You can look up to our village."

Yang Dazhuang also picked up his wine glass and said, which made Ran Qiuye feel embarrassed.

"Come on, let's drink together for the first cup, respecting Teacher Ran."

Yang Shitou took the opportunity to speak, and they bumped into each other, and Yang Xiaotao drank the wine in the wine cup in one gulp.

"Eat it while it's hot!"

Mr. Yang greeted everyone, they don't see this kind of food very often.

The table was full of food, and soon a plate of chicken was finished, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

Ran Qiuye was not very hungry at first, so he ate a lot at noon.

But this big pot of chicken was so delicious. After eating a chicken leg, I was attracted by the tortilla inside. I ate two pieces and drank another bowl of chicken soup before I felt full.

Knowing about Yang Xiaotao's cooking skills, she felt a little ashamed of herself. She was somewhat ashamed that a girl could not cook as well as a man.

After dinner, Grandpa Yang looked at Yang Xiaotao and then at Ran Qiuye.

Just because of the drunkenness, he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Qiuye, here, I rely on my seniority and age to grow up."

"To you, let me introduce my grandson, Yang Xiaotao!"

"What about you, listen, it's fine if you like it, if you don't like it, don't raise it, just ignore it."

When Ran Qiuye heard it, he couldn't understand what Mr. Yang meant, he was soliciting a matchmaker.

Yang Xiaotao was also stunned, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Aunt Wang at the side.

Looking at Ran Qiuye's red face again, he could only keep silent.

"This child has lost his mother since he was a child, and has been with his father. He has experienced a lot in these years, so he is sensible!"

"For his father, he almost lost his house and spent a lot of money. This child is filial."

"Also, look at our village. A few years ago..."

Grandpa Yang started talking nonstop, and Yang Xiaotao's ears turned red. Is he so good?
Why didn't I feel that.

Ran Qiuye lowered his head and turned his eyes to Yang Xiaotao. The moment their eyes met, they dodged each other, but they understood both sides' intentions.

That is, socialize and see.

After Mr. Yang finished speaking, he patted his ass and left, and Yang Dazhuang and others also left.

It was agreed during the meal that Ran Qiuye would stay at Yang Xiaotao's house, and Mr. Yang would live at the brigade headquarters.

In his words, Anwen lives in the brigade headquarters, and he happens to be looking after the property.

Of course, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was treating Ran Qiuye like a grandson's wife.

Yang Xiaotao made no rebuttal, and Ran Qiuye also refused.

So, this night, the two of them didn't communicate much, and each slept in a room, but they both fell into insomnia.

In the room, Yang Xiaotao rested his hands on his arms, and Xiao Wei was having a great time playing on the window. The poor mosquito was pierced by a sharp wooden thorn before it tasted the blood, and then hid itself in the stake, destroying the corpse .

The whole house was cleaned by Xiaowei, no mosquitos disturbed, and the cool night wind blows away the beautiful images in Yang Xiaotao's mind, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

On the other side, Ran Qiuye also turned over and looked at Yang Xiaotao's place. Too many things happened today, too fast, too urgent.

Unexpectedly, someone would 'match' her and live together unexpectedly, which made her unprepared.

I was so upset and didn't know what to do.

She needs to take a good rest before thinking about the big things in life.

The next day, Yang Xiaotao woke up from his sleep, but heard the sound of getting up next door.

Then get up and prepare to make something to eat.

"Morning, Teacher Ran."

"Morning! Teacher Yang!"

When the two met, they looked the same as before, but they called each other teacher tacitly.

"Uh, I'm not a teacher."

Knowing that Yang Xiaotao is a teacher at school last night, Ran Qiuye called him Teacher Yang just like a student.

Yang Xiaotao said, "You can call me Xiaotao."

"Okay, then don't call me Teacher Ran, call me Qiuye."

Ran Qiuye spoke generously, and Yang Xiaotao looked at her, making her ears blush.

"That's good, Akiba!"

"Ok!"

Ran Qiuye responded in a low voice.

Then Yang Xiaotao was ready to cook, while Ran Qiuye was lighting the fire, the two gradually chatted, especially talking about reading, talking and laughing.

When Mr. Yang came back with his hands behind his back, he saw this warm scene, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Master, it's time to eat."

Ran Qiuye looked at Grandpa, and immediately stood up and shouted.

"Hey, just eat, just eat."

For breakfast, Yang Xiaotao cooked rice porridge, and Ran Qiuye fried the pheasant eggs from yesterday. After the three of them finished eating, they walked to school together.

Last night, every household received news that a new teacher has arrived, and the children can get professional education.

The children who were originally on vacation all came to school today, wearing red scarves and standing under the national flag.

Ran Qiuye followed Yang Xiaotao to meet the group of students, then met the school classrooms, and asked the students about their learning progress.

Seeing Ran Qiuye asking and answering questions among the children, and quickly getting along with the children with his gentle personality, Yang Xiaotao's heart was moved by that kind of love from the heart.

In his previous life, he also asked himself what kind of girl to find as his wife.

beautiful?rich?normal?ordinary?Connotative?Or empathetic?
He didn't find the answer, so he didn't find a wife.

But today, he seemed to have caught something.

"That is, the three views must be in harmony!"

Only when the three views are combined, can we have a common language, a common goal, and less estrangement and less quarrels.

The three views are combined, and family affairs are prosperous.

In the morning, Ran Qiuye was at school to familiarize himself with the environment, and Yang Xiaotao also went to check the situation in the corn field in the south of the village.

After lunch, Yang Xiaotao took Ran Qiuye back.

Before leaving, Grandpa Yang gave another instruction, which meant to grasp it well, which made Yang Xiaotao a little helpless.

Is your old man so anxious?
On the side, Ran Qiuye and Yang Hongbing mingled together, and the two of them were whispering, looking very speculative.

Yang Xiaotao didn't know how the two met, but feeling the indistinct gaze, Yang Xiaotao was sure that they were talking about him.

"Grandfather, the corn in Shannan will be pollinated at the end of the month, and I will come back early then."

"Well, don't worry, I'll show you that area, no one can go in."

The village attaches great importance to Yang Xiaotao's experimental field.

Not only are militia teams patrolling during the day, but even at night, guards are arranged to watch the forest.

I'm afraid wild boars will damage the corn fields.

As for wild boars, they really do exist.

A few years ago, a litter of wild boars took over several acres of cornfields in Baima Village next door, and they dug up and ate every root.

The village organized manpower to hunt and kill wild boars, but they couldn't find them in the end, so it didn't matter.

But Mr. Yang knew that the mountains and forests to the south were the habitat of wild boars, so he was very careful.

"Okay, grandpa, let's go."

After saying hello, Yang Xiaotao and Ran Qiuye walked back in a donkey cart.

Next Wednesday, Yangjiazhuang will officially start classes.

This was Ran Qiuye's decision after learning about the progress of the studies in the village.

I plan to start the class in advance, familiarize myself with the course, and catch up with the progress.

As for the class arrangement, Ran Qiuye will make a class schedule after going back this time. Because there are three classes to take care of at the same time, the workload is heavy, and the previously agreed three-day class has been changed to four days.

Classes will also be arranged on Saturdays, let’s talk about the details.

Of course, classes were originally on Saturday.

It's just that Zhou Tian was still forced by Ran Qiuye to give the children a holiday.

The combination of work and rest, Yang Xiaotao also thinks it is good.

The two returned to Sijiu City in a donkey cart. It was just dark, and Yang Shitou didn't stay. He was anxious to go home to take care of his children and went back to the village overnight.

If you are familiar with this journey, you will not be afraid.

Yang Xiaotao was not worried, but sent Ran Qiuye home instead.

He wasn't worried outside Sijiu City, but in Sijiu City, he still had to pay attention.

Especially at night.

Ran Qiuye didn't refuse either, and the two stopped in front of the compound.

"Then, Akiba, I'm going back."

Yang Xiaotao said, Ran Qiuye stroked his hair and nodded, "Be careful on the road."

"fine."

"See you next week."

"Okay, see you next week."

Yang Xiaotao nodded, then glanced at Ran Qiuye again, pleasing to the eye, smiled and turned to leave.

Ran Qiuye was a little flustered by Yang Xiaotao's laugh, and it wasn't until Yang Xiaotao left that he calmed down and walked into the house with a basket in his hand.

(End of this chapter)