Chongxi little husband

Zhang Xiulian was mending clothes with an oil lamp, and suddenly she lowered her head and looked up at her husband with burning eyes, making Zhang Ruixiang, who was sitting by the bed and washing his feet, startled.

"what happened?"

Zhang Xiulian stared at him for a while, then simply sat down with her clothes in her arms, and whispered next to him: "You think the stepsisters should be sleeping now, right?"

Zhang Ruixiang was confused, "Yes, it should be. Oh no... What are you doing so mysteriously? If you have anything to say, just say it!"

"Keep your voice down!" Zhang Xiulian patted him directly, rolled her eyes by the way, and continued to lower her voice: "Aren't I worried about our Zhang family! Why can't you think about it, the step-er lives now How many people are there?"

Zhang Ruixiang was still at a loss, "Ah? It's not much, and it's not like there are a few new rooms, it's good enough to live in."

"..." Zhang Xiulian looked at her man and really wanted to knock his brain open to see what was inside, why didn't she understand what she meant at all!

The more he looked, the more angry he became, he couldn't help but raised his head and patted it again, and cursed angrily in a low voice: "I think the elder sister is right, you really have an elm bumpy head!" He couldn't help nodding his head with his hand , A look of hating iron but not steel.

Zhang Ruixiang didn't mind at all, but he still didn't understand why she was doing this. He tilted his head following his wife's strength, and looked at her with a bewildered and innocent expression.

In the end, Zhang Xiulian was amused by his appearance, "You, do you have to tell me directly?" She got up and went out, stood at the window and looked to the right, and said earnestly when she came back, "Look at Step-er and Yan It's been four years since my brothers got married. At the beginning, one of them was sick and the other was young, so it was fine. Later, when the step-son got well, he was busy studying again, and brother Yan was also busy raising silkworms and spinning yarn, so they kept procrastinating, you It seems that it has been delayed until now.

We used to think that they were still young and not in a hurry, but now the stepson is seventeen, and the two of them have not yet consummated their marriage, so they have been silent... If outsiders know about this, I don’t know what to say. up. "

Zhang Ruixiang opened his mouth, only then did he understand what his wife meant, he couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment, and said quickly, "But, what's the use of telling me these things?"

Seeing that his wife's expression was not right, and his mind turned quickly, he hurriedly rescued him, "How about I go and talk to my step-son?"

Not wanting Zhang Xiulian to shake her head, "Not right."

"Then what do you say?"

"Well, I'll go talk to my mother about this tomorrow, and see what she means."

"Alright." Zhang Ji nodded, "Maybe the young couple are young and shy? If we ask directly like this, it might be a bad thing. I think the two of them get along pretty well."

"Okay then. It's okay, it's too late, go to bed early, tomorrow you have to get up early to plow the land, don't wash it, it's been a whole night, wipe it off and I'll pour water."

"Oh."

Village head home

"Where's dad? Are you asleep?" Seeing his daughter-in-law coming in, the village chief asked hurriedly.

"Well, I just fell asleep." The village chief's daughter-in-law replied while patting her sleeves, "Hey~ I heard that the county master has come to our village today?"

The village chief nodded while taking off his dirty clothes, "Well, here we are. We've gone to Zhang Ji's house."

The village chief's wife nodded in understanding, took the village chief's dirty clothes and folded them casually on a stool beside her. After thinking about it, she couldn't help sighing: "This piece of succession is considered to be in its early stages. Back then, I thought he was almost gone. I don’t think that the family that Second Aunt Zhang found was the right one, maybe my brother is really a blessing to their family.”

He clapped his hands suddenly, "Look at those people in the village who were waiting to see the jokes, but now they are all jealous! By the way, you said that if you ask them, our family also raises silkworms... What do you think? I I went to see it, and it didn't seem too difficult. You don't know, the daughter-in-law came back and said that the cloth they wove before was good."

"That's Si."

"Yes, there are very few of them for sale in our town. It turns out that those silks are made of the things that those little bugs vomit, and they just eat those mulberry leaves."

The village chief nodded and shook his head, "Do you really think it's that simple? A woman's opinion. Have you not seen how many hilltops they bought to plant those trees? How many people are hired to help pick the leaves every day? Besides, even if they Don't mind, we raised it, how do we get silk from this silkworm? They will teach us for no reason?"

"This, this is also huh."

The village chief looked at his daughter-in-law and shook his head helplessly. In fact, she can't be blamed for this, but who in the village doesn't think about it?

"Don't mention it beforehand, and think about it, if we mention it, the people in the village will follow, then what will you ask Zhang Ji and Brother Yan to do?"

"Uh——I didn't think about it thoughtfully, so I won't mention this matter."

"Well. Also, remember to tell Lian'er's mother so that she can work in the Zhang family with peace of mind."

"I will."

The village chief nodded in satisfaction, and was about to go to bed, but suddenly stopped, "But Zhang Ji has been back for two days, why hasn't their boss Zhang and his son arrived yet? Doesn't it mean that they also got a good grade in the exam this time?" ."

"Who knows." Speaking of Zhang Ruizhong and Zhang Qi, the village head's wife was not very happy talking, "Maybe it was delayed by something. Okay, you go to bed quickly, don't you have to get up early tomorrow to go to the town to pay for your father?" Grab the medicine, don't dawdle."

"Huh? What about you?" The village head was about to go to sleep, but saw his daughter-in-law went out again, so he hurriedly asked.

The wife of the village chief opened the curtain and turned her head, "I'll go and tell my daughter-in-law, let Lian'er come over tonight and I'll take her to sleep with her, lest she won't sleep well in the middle of the night and be distracted tomorrow."

"Ah? Oh. But didn't you quarrel us when you came here..." Under the eyes of his wife, the village head finally had no choice but to keep silent.

"My daughter-in-law is going to Zhang's spinning line tomorrow, and you are also driving there. Besides, even if you sleep all the way, our cattle will drag you to the town." Don't come here, when did you fall asleep as soon as you touched the pillow? Even thunder in the sky can't wake you up, and you still say that someone is quarreling with you."

Village head: "...it's not as exaggerated as you said."

"Oh, people say you still don't believe it. It's alright, don't be poor, I have to get over it, lest my son and the others fall asleep later."

"..."

***

After putting Zhang Ji to sleep, Fang Yan took the oil lamp and went to the backyard. Sure enough, he saw a figure shaking in the silkworm room, so he hurried over to have a look.

"Sister, are you still asleep?"

Fang Ya turned around and saw him, and quickly replied with a smile: "It's almost there, I just came to see and add some leaves. Why are you still up? Where's Zhang Ji?"

"He's already asleep and drank a little too much today."

"Then why aren't you accompanying me in the room? Go back quickly, I'll be watching over here." Fang Ya came over and pushed him out as she spoke.

Fang Yan couldn't help but forced a wry smile, "It's okay, sister, and I didn't come here until he fell asleep.

By the way, sister, there is nothing wrong with spinning now, right?Are there enough people? "

"It's all right, besides, don't you still have the ones you remembered? I have modified the spinning machine as you said, and basically there are no major problems. I believe that when the next batch of silk comes out, more cloth can be woven.

If there is anything, I will definitely come to you. You should go back and rest quickly. Zhang Ji just came back, so you should spend more time with him. "

dialect:"……"

Looking at Fang Ya, who was blocking the door and smiling like usual, Fang Yan always felt that her words were a bit strange. Could it be that he was thinking too much?

"Then I'll go back first, sister, you should go to bed earlier."

"Well, don't worry, there are Xiaojin and the others, everything will be fine."

Dialect took a look and did not see anything wrong, so he turned around and walked back.

Fang Ya watched him go back into the room. After a while, the light from the cracks in the eaves also turned black. There was no problem for the time being, so he closed the door and left, and went to the next room.

It was specially reserved by Zhang Ji and the others for her to live in. Even the past was a relatively spacious textile room, and Fang Jin and Chen Daniu slept on the other side. In fact, they were already on the edge of the mulberry forest, and there were at least three or four blocks in between. houses.

Now it is used by the dialect as a chicken farm, and the chicken coop is next to Fang Jin's house.

In the early morning, Fang Yan woke up with chest tightness and suffocation again. Before he opened his eyes, he took the hands around his waist away, but when he was about to sit up carefully, he froze suddenly.

This is--

After suddenly realizing what it was, Fang Yan's face involuntarily turned hot, and he quickly raised his head and glanced at the person in embarrassment, only to find that the person was still asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully moved away a little uncomfortable.

Perhaps he was used to it, Zhang Ji's confinement was not so tight at this time, and he broke free easily.After leaving, he quickly stuffed the quilt into the opponent's arms, and then watched helplessly and embarrassedly as the person hugged the quilt and rubbed against the pillow and continued to fall asleep. He just wanted to help his forehead.

At the beginning, he should have made up his mind to sleep in separate rooms, and when Xiao Jin was still sleeping with them, why didn't he discover this person's habit of sleeping and hugging?

Do the math, this guy is seventeen, no wonder——

Moreover, isn't it a scene that every man will appear every day, what is he making a fuss about!

Fang Yan rubbed his face and said to himself, then rubbed his waist which was a little stiff from sleeping in almost one position, shook his head secretly and got out of bed to get some clothes and change them on.

When the cold water splashed on his face, Fang Yan realized that his face was so hot, and couldn't help being a little annoyed, realizing that the previous psychological construction was useless.

Thinking of that person's gentle smile on weekdays, and his gentle, harmless and pure face after falling asleep, every time he turned around, he could always see the other person not far behind him, Fang Yan couldn't help sighing silently.

Sure enough, they lived together for a long time, and he even forgot the other party's age.

"What are you thinking? Be careful of catching a cold."

Following the removal of the wet towel that the words had put on his face, the face that was only in his mind's eye was immediately reflected above.

"What's wrong? Are you sick again?" Seeing him staring blankly at him, Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling a little worried, then lowered his head and directly pressed his forehead against the dialect.

Bang—the door was pushed open.

"Bro, are you up yet? My mother made meat porridge..."

"oops--"

Bang—the door was shut again.

"You son of a bitch, you are always so reckless, no matter how you enter the door, you don't know that you have to knock on the door!"

"Hey hey - it hurts to death! Mother let go quickly -"

……

"..."

"Be careful."

The dialect that came back to his senses suddenly pushed him away, but he didn't notice that there were steps behind him. Fortunately, Zhang Ji hugged him back in time.

After making sure that he was standing firmly, Zhang Ji released him, stroked his head with a smile and reassured him, and then raised his voice outside the gate: "It's okay, come in quickly, auntie."

"...Uh, it's really all right?" Zhang Xiulian asked in a slightly reassuring voice from outside.

Zhang Ji lowered his head to look at the dialect with his head hanging down and his ear tips were red, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"It's okay, just now I thought Yan'er had a fever again, it was just a moment of urgency."

Hearing that the dialect was uncomfortable, Zhang Xiulian didn't hesitate any longer, and hastily opened the door and hurried in. Finally, she was relieved when she found out that it was normal.

"I think you should take Brother Yan to the town to show the doctor, and grab some medicine to restore your health. You are still young, but you have to take care of your health."

Zhang Ji blinked and agreed.

Dialect, Dialect only felt that the way he got up today must be wrong, otherwise he would feel that the whole family spoke strangely.