Wear to the Ming Dynasty to farm

After lying on the bed for two days, Qian Dayong felt that he was almost in good health, so he went to the back mountain to collect firewood.

He thought that Qiao Jiwei would be able to agree after expressing his heart to Qiao Jiwei, but he didn't expect such a moth to come out.

While chopping wood, he reflected on his mistakes in courtship, wondering if it was because his courtship was too flamboyant?

He occasionally saw young men and women in the village flirting with each other when they met, but he could see a similar spark in their eyes.So I wonder if confrontation is the best way to court?

He immediately changed his courtship and adopted that roundabout route.Maybe this can make Qiao Jiwei interested in him.

Thinking about it, he tried hard, and his arm pierced by thorns began to hurt again. Qian Dayong had no choice but to get rid of his thoughts and concentrate on chopping wood.

When Qian Dayong returned home after collecting firewood, it happened that Qian's mother ordered Qiao Jiwei to water the cabbage and radishes in the vegetable garden. Qiao Jiwei looked at the two big buckets and felt worried. His thin shoulders must not be able to carry them.

Seeing Qian Dayong coming back from picking firewood, his eyes lit up, "Yong, go water the vegetable garden!"

The corner of Qian Dayong's mouth twitched, and he had a reason in his mind, "Don't go!"

Qiao Jiwei said, "Why?"

Qian Dayong showed a bitter face: "I brought firewood back from the mountain, and I was exhausted, and now you want me to water it!"

Qiao Jiwei's voice softened, and his tone had a hint of coquettishness: "Are you going?"

Qian Dayong said: "My back hurts..."

Qiao Jiwei walked over with a smile, and pressed his hands on Qian Dayong's shoulders. Since he was a head shorter than Qian Dayong, he could only raise his head, his eyes were clear and moist, and the corners of his eyes moved when he spoke: "I'll beat you back , press shoulders."

Seeing Qiao Jiwei's appearance, Qian Dayong's body became half-thick, and it felt very comfortable to let Qiao Jiwei beat him.

After Qiao Jiwei made Qian Dayong comfortable in various positions, he said, "Can we go now?"

Qian Dayong was still in a state of intoxication, nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Qian Dayong didn't realize that something was wrong until he walked a dozen steps with the bucket. How could he listen to Qiao Jiwei so easily?Haven't messed with him yet!

During the meal, Qian Dayong did not change his mind. Seeing Qiao Jiwei pick up the egg from the mushroom soup into another bowl, he suddenly felt that there was another way to provoke him.Besides, Qiao Jiwei still has a healthy body, so it would be bad not to eat eggs.

"You ate the egg!" Qian Dayong snapped.

"What?" Qiao Jiwei was at a loss and couldn't believe that Qian Dayong would say such a thing.

"I said eat the eggs!"

Qiao Jiwei's eyes turned cold, and Jade saw the delicate atmosphere at the table, and quickly smoothed things over: "Brother Dayong, the young master..."

Qian Dayong raised his hand to stop it.

Although Qiao Jiwei is not afraid of Qian Dayong on weekdays, there is still a mother of Qian on the dining table. Qiao Jiwei had no choice but to hold back, smashed the eggs and ate them piece by piece, and secretly gave Qian Dayong a look: "Look at me at night." Pack you!"

When going to bed at night, Qiao Jiwei went to bed early, and pulled Qian Dayong's quilt over his body, leaving a spare set of quilt beside Qian Dayong.

Qian Dayong then walked over and saw that his quilt was missing. After a closer look, it seemed to be covering Qiao Jiwei's body, his big eyes were puzzled: "What are you doing with my quilt?"

Qiao Jiwei said "wronged": "I'm cold..."

Of course, there were still extra quilts, but they were all in Mother Qian's bedroom, and it was hard for him to go in and get them at this time, so he had to undress and go to bed, covered his body with the clothes he was wearing, and glanced at Qiao Jiwei, "Go to sleep." .”

It was approaching the severe cold weather of November, the night wind was howling, and cold wind would blow in from the window from time to time, Qian Dayong was shivering from the cold in less than a moment, and his teeth were chattering.

Qiao Jiwei couldn't bear it, and said, "I'm not cold anymore."

Before the quilt was drawn to Qian Dayong's side, Qian Dayong got in, put his arms around Qiao Jiwei's shoulders, and wrapped Qiao Jiwei in his arms.

"you……"

Qian Dayong interrupted Qiao Jiwei's next words, "Go to sleep, I'm tired."

Qiao Jiwei wanted to cry, but felt a sense of defeat as if he had lost his wife and lost his army.

The wine was sold to the group of southerners, and then someone sent a batch of wine to the tavern. At this time, there was not much stock in the wine cellar.

Qiao Jiwei decided to make another batch of wine, and this time he invited men from the village.

People in the village have been complaining about the Qian family's recruitment of southerners to make wine recently, saying that the Qian family doesn't think about the village when something good happens.

This time, when he learned of Qiao Jiwei's announcement, he was speechless.

The winery is located in a few empty houses not far from Qian's house. Qiao Jiwei applied to the patriarch and paid some money.The family moved to another place more than ten years ago, so they vacated the house. No one has visited it for more than ten years, and it happened to be used for Qiao Jiwei's wine making.

This time Qiao Jiwei expanded the production scale and purchased another batch of sorghum.At this time, the grapes were just ripening, and Qiao Jiwei suddenly wanted to make wine.

After all, this wine is a Western craftsmanship, which is still different from the ancient Chinese winemaking skills.Qiao Jiwei only mastered the technique after some exploration.

So sorghum wine and wine are two-pronged, and the days for wine production will be longer.

All the villagers found it strange to hear Qiao Jiwei say that grapes can be pressed into wine. They had eaten grapes for decades, but they had never connected this kind of thing with wine.

After collecting firewood, Qian Dayong was completely free and joined the wine-making team. Although he still listened to Qiao Jiwei's orders during this day, he was asked to carry sorghum and spring water.But somehow Qian Dayong suddenly became difficult to get along with.

Once he was arranged to do something, Qian Dayong would always turn his head and twitch his mouth: "No!"

Qiao Jiwei smiled and said, "Why don't you go?"

"I don't want to go!"

Qiao Jiwei put on a posture of raising his legs to leave: "Okay! If you don't go, I will go."

"Ai ai ai!" Qian Dayong quickly reached out to stop him, although he tried his best to make a "moth", but he was not willing to let Qiao Jiwei be tired. "Am I going!"

Qiao Jiwei raised his eyebrows, walked to the corner of the house and handed him a pole: "We must pick the cleanest water on the top of the mountain."

Qian Dayong nodded and said with a smile: "I know. How many times have I said it."

Occasionally, Qian Dayong would walk over and touch Qiao Jiwei's face when he was free: "Why is this appearance so handsome? Just like that Zhou Yu."

Qiao Jiwei's face turned red when he was touched, and he couldn't understand Qian Dayong's sudden behavior.Before, he was always honest and diligent, but now he seems to be a different person.It seems that he may have schizophrenia, and he needs to find a doctor to treat him properly.He pretended to be angry, and widened his eyes: "Take off your pig's paw! Obscenity!"

After a while, I suddenly recalled: "Have you met Zhou Yu?"

Qian Dayong shook his head: "No."

Qiao Jiwei laughed happily, and there was a hint of mockery in his words: "I haven't seen how I look like him? Isn't this nonsense!"

Qian Dayong: "I...do I think he is the most handsome in the Three Kingdoms?"

Qiao Jiwei chuckled softly. It was the first time someone said he was handsome when he was so old. The compliments he had heard before were all about how good he was in his studies, how strong his business ability was, and his eloquence and leadership skills?Great...or maybe he was lucky enough to get a good skin when he traveled to this world.

Qiao Jiwei's face was already exquisite, especially the eyebrows and eyes. When he smiled, his already white and tender skin became more refreshed. Qian Dayong was fascinated by it, and laughed too.

In fact, Qian Dayong's life was not easy. He was honest and honest, but suddenly became frivolous, and he was too tired to act.

But even though he likes to provoke Qiao Jiwei, if others dare to take advantage of Qiao Jiwei, he will not agree, he must kick that person away ten feet away, and will not let that person get close to Qiao Jiwei for the rest of his life.

This time there were more than 100 jars of wine made than the last time. Qiao Jiwei tasted it and felt that the taste was better than the last time.Qiao Jiwei plans to make these wines this year, and keep them until the Chinese New Year, and there will probably be leftovers.

As for the wine left over from the last time, Qiao Jiwei was not in a hurry to sell it. After all, the more the wine was hidden, the more fragrant it became. Some wines would not be corrupted for decades, but could increase in value.Qiao Jiwei has attended parties for so many years, so he naturally understands this truth.

This time, more than a dozen jars of wine have been made, and Qiao Jiwei plans to only sell them in the village, so he is not in a hurry to sell them.

He picked up a bowl filled with some wine and tasted it. He felt that the taste was not pure, but a little sweet.I don't know what went wrong, it may be that the seasoning was missing.

Qian Dayong saw Qiao Jiwei drinking wine, and after Qiao Jiwei finished drinking, he took his bowl and poured a bowl for himself: "What's the taste?"

Qiao Jiwei gave him a blank stare: "Can't you take another bowl?"

Qian Dayong grinned and gulped down the wine. His lips were facing the rim of the bowl that Qiao Jiwei had just touched, with a look of enjoyment on his face: "It's so sweet!"

Qiao Jiwei shook his head in disappointment: "It shouldn't taste like this."