Chongxi little husband

"Tell me! What kind of crime is this? Ah? Why did our Zhang family have such a... Sigh! What a crime—"

In the owner's room of the Zhang family, Zhang Luo couldn't help cursing angrily, he didn't care at all whether the eldest son was injured and was lying on the bed recuperating, but when he saw the appearance of the eldest son, his anger became more intense.

"Mother, I don't care what happened between you and that woman, you can deal with it quickly. Mother just wants you to go and bring Liu Shi back immediately, do you hear me?!"

At first, I still felt guilty, but after being beaten up by my brother-in-law like this, and now being told so disregardingly by my mother, the guilt in Zhang Rui's center disappeared.

Thinking of Zhang Liu's domineering and calculating attitude on weekdays, and thinking of Cui'e, who is soft-spoken and caring, his face suddenly became ugly.

"Mother... Hiss!" She opened her mouth suddenly but accidentally pulled the wound on her face at the corner of her mouth. Treat her like this?"

"Treat her?" Zhang Luoshi's voice was uncontrollably raised, "How did anyone in our family treat her? I think you are simply obsessed with ghosts! I mean the same thing as your father, we don't care about that woman." , You go and bring Qi'er's mother back right away, what's it like to stay at her mother's house all day? Do you know what people in the village say about our family?

Do you still want our family to stay in this village?Do you still want the face of our Zhang family?How do you let others think of Qi'er in the future?What about stepchildren? "

A series of questions made Zhang Ruizhong's face turn blue and white, and finally he turned red from embarrassment and growled in a low voice.

"But what do you want me to do? Cui'e is still pregnant with my child, who is also a descendant of our Zhang family. We can't just drive their orphans and widows out like this? How can I, Zhang Ruizhong, be worthy of the world like this? ?”

Snapped--

"Oh!"

There was a crisp sound followed by a short exclamation.

Zhang Luoshi didn't pay attention to the woman who came in behind him, but pointed at his son and said sharply: "I slapped your father for you! I think you are really stupid when you read books. Anyway, you hurry up and pick up Mrs. Liu." Come back and do the rest as you like."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of his son's room, but in the hall, he saw Zhang Chunyan who was pale and haggard in a daze.

Mo Langzhong also helped to take a look at it before, and Zhang Chunyan was indeed just suffering from heatstroke and not pregnant, so he wrote a prescription for it.It's just that Zhang Chunyan didn't come back for a while because of the repeated blows, so Cui'e took care of Zhang Ruizhong, and Zhang Qi had to find his mother, take care of her, and worry about his father's injury. , In the past two days, it can be said that I almost broke my legs and broke my heart.

When I got home, I wanted to comfort and persuade my wife, but seeing that Zhang Chunyan had been like this for several days, I became a little impatient. I just saw my grandfather's face was dark these two days, and I remembered how my grandfather was about to rush over with a hoe the day before yesterday, so I had no choice but to Press down.

"Chunyan." After Zhang Luo's voice caught Zhang Chunyan's attention, she thought about it and suggested, "Why don't you go to your cousin's place with grandma? Brother Yan and the others are busy spinning silk now, why don't you go with me too?" Grandma, let's go.

Don't be bored at home all the time, how can it get better soon? "

Zhang Chunyan looked at this side with sluggish eyes, as if she was just instinctively reacting to the call, she moved after a while, pursed her lips and finally nodded indiscernibly.

Zhang Luoshi looked at it again and sighed secretly. After all, she is the daughter-in-law of her beloved grandson, and this child is quite attractive to her, so she persuaded her again: "Don't think too much, you and Qi'er are only as old as you are, as long as you No matter how hard the two work, there will always be children, so we are not in a hurry."

"En." Zhang Chunyan responded in a low voice, followed her out with her head down, and there was no other response.

Fang Yan and Zhang Xiulian were a little surprised that Zhang Chunyan would come with Grandma Zhang, but they quickly recovered, and after saying hello, they went back to their own business.

Originally, Dialect wanted to make rice stalks, but was rejected by the others on the grounds that squatting or bending over would press his stomach, so he simply went to the spinning room to take a look when he had nothing to do.

His elder sister Fang Ya is leading the village chief's daughter-in-law Zhang Liushi and five other people busy spinning, and the silk on the spinning wheel is being formed inch by inch.Among them, his sister and Zhang Liu's spin the fastest.

Dialect didn't intervene, just stood by and looked at this and then that, or just went to look at the cloth they spun.The sound of locomotives in the room can be heard endlessly, and everyone is busy with their hands non-stop. Occasionally, someone whispers to ask and discuss.

After reading all the dialects, I stood at the door and looked at the bustling crowd, and felt that I should recruit more talents, and I might as well divide the work in the future, so that I don't have to be too tired.

In fact, he mainly wanted to let his sister and aunt go, otherwise he would feel very sorry every time he saw them working so hard.

While he was thinking, Zhang Luoshi came in with Zhang Chunyan.

Zhang Luoshi whispered her purpose of bringing people here to dialect.After listening to the dialect, he smiled and said it was nothing, as long as people didn't feel that they were noisy here. Just after he finished speaking, two people ran in outside—Zhang Yi and Fang Jin came to look for them, and they were all sweaty.

"Brother, Brother Xiaojin and I have picked a lot of red bayberry fruit, they are ripe, go and eat them~"

"Yes. The bayberry tree on our mountain is ripe, and Xiaobao and I picked some back just now."

"Really?"

Dialect wanted to ask again, but Fang Ya over there interrupted first, "Yan'er, you'd better go rest with the two of them in front, it's too noisy here."

"Yes, go back and rest. Don't tire our little boss~"

Others agreed one after another, and they had no choice but to smile at their well-intentioned ridicule dialects, because when Uncle Lin announced his physical condition, the village head's wife happened to be there, so the news that he was pregnant was also there. It spread throughout the village in half a day.

Maybe it has spread to the surrounding villages in the past two days...

The dialect is quite helpless about the gossip ability of the villagers.

Before dialect could feel any more emotion, the two younger brothers had already dragged each other to the front yard, causing laughter from the crowd behind him.

On the grape trellis, the grapes have also produced fruit, and clusters are hidden among the green leaves. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the fruit leaves, blocking the heat and leaving only coolness.

Zhang Jizheng and Mo Langzhong sat on one side.Zhang Ji buried his head in writing something, while Mo Langzhong was sipping tea while flipping through the herbs dried in the sieve.There was a small basket on a corner of the stone table, with a few leaves protruding out of it, presumably it was the bayberry fruit they were talking about.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhang Ji was the first to look up, and a smile appeared on his face and eyes in the next second, and he also stood up and took a few steps to pull him, "Here, Xiaojin Xiaobao, they picked some fruits and came back , try it."

"Okay." Fang Yan smiled and didn't reject their offer, followed him to sit down, and looked inside the small basket with his head.

The fruit is not big, only about the size of his little finger, and it is only one-third of the size of the strawberry sold on the street in the previous life, and the eyes are not so red, the yellow is mixed with some red grains , obviously it is a bayberry fruit that has not yet fully matured...

Before I ate it, the dialect began to saliva, a little timid.

"It's very sour, isn't it?" Although he said so, his hands were not slow, and he had already picked one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Surprisingly, the acidity is just right, with a hint of sweetness, not greasy, and quite appetizing.

Fang Yan nodded in satisfaction, and the speed of his hands was not slow, one by one, he picked and ate all the fruits of a branch in a short while, and when he reached out for another branch again, he realized that everyone else was looking at him with different expressions .

"What's the matter? It's okay, you can eat too."

Unexpectedly, Fang Jin and Zhang Yi shook their heads like a rattle, and their faces were wrinkled into two little bitter melon faces.Because before they saw that the dialect looked delicious, they ate it too, and then—their faces became like this.

Zhang Ji smiled with a pampering face—as long as you like it.

Mo Langzhong looked at them and shook his head with a smile.

After Fang Yan ate another bunch, Zhang Ji stretched out his hand to stop him from eating any more. Fang Yan looked at the small basket and was still a little bit unsatisfied, but he didn't object to Zhang Ji's stop, and took a sip from the cup he handed over.

[Bah, bah, bah (*｀へ*)] Canbao's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, [So sour!How do you manage to eat it?Bah bah bah——]

[…] Dialect glanced into the basket, and sure enough, he saw Can Bao inside. He didn't know when it ran down, but it was shaking its head and spitting something.

"It also eats this?" Zhang Ji obviously found Canbao, and said in surprise, but after speaking, he glanced at the dialect again, and suddenly smiled again.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yan was surprised by his smile.

"I only heard people say Ziqiao mother, but I have never seen Chong Yeqiao's master." After a pause, he suddenly approached, and said in his ear: "Is it you who raised it from birth? Wouldn't it also kill you?" Treat it like a mother, no, father?"

"..."

[You are my mother!People have their own mothers, okay? ]

Fang Yan didn't pay attention to Can Bao who was thinking about in his mind first, but gave Zhang Ji a look, then stretched out his hand to pinch Can Bao and put it on the grape leaf above his head.

[The grapes are not edible yet. ]

[……oh. ] Canbao paused, retracted his head that was about to gnaw on the bunch of grapes next to him, and turned to gnaw on the leaves next to him, but his eyes were still fixed on the bunch of grapes.

Dialect glanced at it and ignored it. He sat back and thought about it and said to Zhang Ji, "I plan to recruit more people."

"can."

"...Grandma and the others are working too hard, but the rice will be harvested soon, so no one is willing to come."

Zhang Ji put down his brush, looked at him sideways, "No way..."

Mo Langzhong over there suddenly interrupted, his tone was a little strange, "Why don't you go buy some servants?"

"Servant?" Fang Yan was startled.

"Yes." Mo Langzhong finally turned over the herbs, just as the tea in the cup was gone and he wanted to come back for more, so he walked over and sat down slowly, "With your current family business, isn't it reasonable to buy some servants? Before I I thought you were thrifty and didn’t have servants... Instead of recruiting people like this, wouldn’t it be safer to hire a few servants?”

"..." Dialect really didn't think of this for a while, but just recruited people to work according to his previous thinking, and signed a contract.

He really forgot that there are servants in this era.

Zhang Ji patted his hand and replied with a smile: "It is true that we were negligent, but we have always been a small family, and we are not used to being served by others... But Mo Langzhong is right, this is indeed a good way, After two days, we will go to the town to have a look, and if there are suitable ones, we will buy a few and come back.

It just so happens that you are inconvenient now, so you should find someone to cook for everyone, right? "

Fang Yan looked at him, nodded after a while: "Okay, I'll just listen to you."

In the end, before the two of them went to town, another visitor suddenly came to the house, which not only brought good news, but also saved the two of them from buying servants.