Chongxi little husband

Sure enough, there seemed to be light in those wide-open eyes, so that one could vaguely see the light inside when one looked closely, making one couldn't help but want to get closer and take a closer look.

With a sigh in his heart, the hands on the window wall changed to support his waist, Zhang Ji finally leaned slightly according to the intention in his heart, his chin lightly tilted, and then lightly touched the mouth that was closed up due to shock and nervousness. on the lips.

Soft and warm as expected.

The taste...it's like the fudge cakes his mother fed him when he was a child, it's sweet...it's so nostalgic!

Just when he was about to cover it up again to taste the feeling, a series of small footsteps suddenly sounded outside, followed by Fang Ya's voice.

"Yan'er? Are you in there?"

There is still a little fire from far to near, and the shimmer has shone into the ground under the door.

"Yan'er? Isn't it here?" A suspicious voice sounded from the door, and footsteps were still approaching.

Zhang Ji couldn't help but pause, but Fang Yan woke up like a dream, instinctively pushed the person away, only quickly raised his eyes and glanced at the other person, saw the light behind the person, and pulled it hard in a panic, The man pulled behind him and stood by the door.

But found that Fang Ya had already started to turn around and was about to go out. She turned her head again when she heard the movement. She couldn't help being surprised when she saw the dialect at the door, but she quickly recovered her expression and said with a gentle smile, "You are here, I thought you were here. You are still behind."

Dialect took a deep breath, then smiled back and asked, "Sister, what do you want from me? I was just looking for a fire book, but I couldn't find it when it was too dark, so I didn't have time to answer you."

"Oh, it's nothing serious, just now I checked the silkworm house and found that the prepared mulberry leaves are not enough, there are too many people in the yard today, and some of the newly picked ones haven't had time to dry, I want to tell you That's all."

As soon as Fang Yan heard it, he lost all other thoughts, and wanted to step out in a hurry, but suddenly remembered Zhang Ji who was behind him in his underwear, and stopped in a hurry.

Although he didn't feel anything, but in front of him was his sister after all, if she was standing in front of her wearing only her underwear, it would always be inconsistent.

Still that sentence, people's words are terrible.

It was because of his persuasion many times that my elder sister agreed to stay here to help. Usually, she rarely appeared outside, either helping to feed the silkworms in the backyard, or busy with spinning, spinning and weaving silk.

The silk they have now is still spun with the help of Fang Ya, and there are really not many finished products.

It's just a finished product of the family's underwear, but everyone is not discouraged, but is in high spirits, not to mention his sister, even grandma and aunt are very motivated, and they have saved a lot of silkworm eggs this year.

Even grandpa and uncle are wondering whether to choose another hill to continue planting mulberry trees, especially after he took out the mulberry wine today.

But in this regard, dialect is very happy to see the success.

"……Son?"

Fang Ya looked at the dialect who was suddenly in a daze, and was a little worried to see if he was tired again. As soon as he got closer, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white corner in his eyes. Seeing something, he smiled slightly, didn't move forward any further, stood on the spot and smiled and said: "You don't have to worry, Xiaojin and I wiped some with a dry cloth before, and then put it in the room to cool down, it's still fine for a night of.

You are also tired today, take a rest early, the water is already boiled, then I will go back first. "

After speaking, he turned around and left with the oil lamp before waiting for the dialect to respond.

After a while, the room returned to darkness.

"Oh! I should have borrowed a fire from my eldest sister to light a lamp just now... Ugh!"

Zhang Ji said with a little regret, but he was unceremoniously bent on the elbow.

Hearing this man's cry of pain, regardless of whether the dialect was true or not, he slapped his hands on his waist, turned around and walked towards the table. Even if he closed his eyes, he could walk away from the home furnishings. This darkness was nothing.

Soon the lights were turned on in the room, and Fang Yan blew off the torch, and looked back at Zhang Ji who was rubbing his chest at the door with some displeasure.

After receiving his gaze, Zhang Ji stopped his movements, with a flattering expression on his face, "Well, I just can't help it, you—"

When he mentioned the dialect, he also remembered what happened just now, and he couldn't help but feel hot, and he gave the other party a look and said angrily, "Who told you this?"

Under the light, Zhang Ji couldn't help watching, his mind fluttered, and he didn't answer for a while, looking at him in a daze.

On the contrary, Fang Yan was made to laugh "puchi" by his dumbfounded appearance. If he was really annoyed, he was just a little scared. After living together for these years, he was more or less indifferent to Zhang Ji. It can be said that he understands, and he is not a person who has no feelings, but he has not thought about it in the past.

We have lived together for a few years, and we have treated them like relatives. Before, he felt that he was still young, so he didn't think about the relationship. But it is undeniable that if he wants to develop that kind of relationship, he doesn't hate it very much. That's it.

It's just a little awkward to switch from a family member to a lover.

"Cough, why don't I ask Brother Chen, you have driven for so long and you are tired after another day of tossing around today, you should rest first."

Zhang Ji quickly regained his composure, and his expression returned to elegance, "It's getting late now, and he's even more tired from driving, so don't bother him anymore. It's the same if you ask me anything you want to ask."

As he spoke, he walked to the front and sat down with Fang Yan. He wanted to carry the pot, but he didn't want to take it up. Fang Yan also hurriedly held his hand, "It's getting late, so don't drink any more tea. I'll get some boiling water." He took the teapot and got up to go out.

Not long after, they came back again, poured a glass of water for both of them, and then sat down to have a long talk.

Looking at him, Zhang Ji couldn't help laughing, but he also looked away, and waited for him to sit down before saying, "It's a good luck this time."

Dazed by his opening remarks, Fang Yan didn't react for a while, and looked at Zhang Ji in a daze, "What?"

Zhang Ji still looked serious and focused, "I passed the exam. The teacher recommended me for the position, but I was rejected for the time being. You won't blame me for making my own decisions, will you?"

Hearing this, Fang Yan was taken aback again.It took me a while to realize that in this world, as long as you pass the Juren exam, you can work as an official, even a county magistrate. If someone recommends you, you can go to a higher place.

At the same time, he also remembered what he meant by saying this, and it turned out that it was because of the sentence he said when the family was separated.

"Yan'er?"

Fang Yan suddenly came back to his senses and smiled, "No, you are already very good. You can pass the exam after only one pass, but others have difficulty passing the exam all their lives. And, "

After a pause, "Besides, it doesn't matter if you don't become an official in our family. No one here dares to bully us now."

"Fool." Zhang Ji bent his index finger and scratched his cheek lightly, before sighing, "It was fine if our family was just an ordinary small business before, but now what you have created is nothing in our village, but greedy There are always a lot of people who are deficient, but forget it, you don’t have to worry about these, just concentrate on doing what you want, and I’ll be there for the rest.”

"..." Dialect watched intently, feeling a little complicated, a little sour and a little touched, and suddenly slapped the other person's hand away, pretending to be angry and said: "I know this, but didn't you just say that you rejected it? Who does our business depend on?"

Zhang Ji didn't care about taking back the hand that was slapped away naturally, but just looked at him with endless pampering.

"Well, I said something wrong. This time I went to Fucheng to observe it. The silk imported there is also sold from far away, so the price has always been high. I have also inquired. If In the future, if we can provide a lot of them, they will all want it." He said touching the underwear on his body, "I'm not boasting, the one at our house is much better than the one in the store."

When it comes to cloth, the dialect feels proud, and raises his chest slightly, "That's right! This is woven by my sister and my aunt and grandma after many times of research.

And they are all made from the best silkworm cocoons. Now the family has specially cultivated a silkworm house to raise them. In the future, even silk will be divided into three equal parts. If there are no accidents this year, we can produce a batch of cloth. "

"Hmm! I believe you will do it."

"By the way, I almost forgot, how about today's mulberry wine?"

Thinking of the beautifully red wine today, Zhang Ji nodded in affirmation: "Very good!"

Dialect immediately dimpled from a smile, his eyes sparkled, "Isn't it? This is also a good thing, um, in short, it is very good for people and nourishing. There are more and more mulberry trees planted now, but silkworms can't eat them. Wait. It bears fruit, the fruit is delicious, and can be used to make wine... But last year, there were not many fruits, and there was not much wine brewing, next time you bring some to Mr. Su, and express our hearts."

"Okay. I'll be there in two days, and I just asked shopkeeper Yang to inquire about it. We can sell it in the town first. What's the matter?"

Seeing him tilting his head and looking at him, Zhang Ji couldn't help asking.

Dialect stared at Zhang Ji for a long time, then suddenly smiled, and said: "The one who makes you open your mouth as a scholar is doing business. If you let those officials know, will you be punished?"

Zhang Jiwei was stunned and then smiled, "I can't help it, my husband is a businessman, who will follow if I don't?"

"...a slick tongue."

"No! This is what my uncle told me since I was a child. You must obey my wife. You are my husband, so I naturally obey you."

"...It's getting late, go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow. I'll ask Xiaojin and the others to come back to sleep, you go to bed first."

Looking at the back of Fang Yan who was almost fleeing, Zhang Ji kept smiling and never left his eyes. He waited for the person to disappear at the door before turning back. Looking at the jumping flames, his expression slowly restrained, his eyes darkened.

For the sake of dialect and this family, he needs to work harder to protect them more securely.

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