Chongxi little husband

When the dialect woke up, the backyard of his house was already busy, and he also habitually went to the back to have a look when he came together.Indeed, look, those people all smiled and greeted him when they saw him, but they all guarded against him, as soon as he wanted to do something, they rushed to do it or stopped him. Disturb' them, had to really just watch.

Dialect thinks about going to the silkworm house to pick silkworm eggs. He is still relatively experienced at this time. In fact, he also relies on silkworm treasures to secretly tell him which silkworm chrysalis are better and which are male and female. Here comes the experience.Uncle Zhang Ruixiang, who was harvesting silkworm cocoons, did not stop him.

"Uncle Grandpa, Brother Hua. Oh, Langzhong Mo is here too."

Dialect went in, followed by two little tails, and greeted the cocoon collectors one by one, and then found that Mo Langzhong was there.I didn't see him in the front yard when I got up before, and I thought he went up the mountain to pick mulberries again.

Zhang Ruixiang and others also returned to him one after another.

Fang Yan smiled at them, and when he came to the baskets containing the cocoons, Zhang Yi and Fang Jin had already lifted the baskets together to go out.In the end, these have to be taken to the next door for cocoon cooking and spinning. Now that there are more cocoons in the house, more people are needed, and the whole family is dispatched.

Fang Yan looked at his heart and made a decision. No matter what, this is something he intends to produce for a long time. Naturally, it takes a long time to hire people, and people in the village or other villages are still busy with their own work. They come to their house for a long time to work. Some family members are probably not happy, but if it is a servant, it is indeed safer.

Of course, if there are villagers willing to come, he will not stop them.

While thinking in his heart, Dialect picked out the silkworm cocoons quickly, and when it was almost the same, Zhang Yi and Fang Jin moved the picked ones to the spacious house specially reserved for breeding new silkworms, and the two who did not stay took advantage of Fang Jin When picking, I helped remove the messy silk outside the cocoons, and then put the good quality ones according to the previous dialect teaching.

Zhang Chunyan came here as usual today, but instead of coming here, she sat in the spinning machine next to Fang Ya and learned how to weave.She was also obedient, she didn't take the best silk thread, but used the worst one, and she was willing to put down her face to ask, so everyone didn't reject her too much, and Fang Ya's perception of her was a little better,

Because ever since she found out that she was Zhang Ji's resigned relative, Fang Ya couldn't help worrying whether she would have any thoughts about Zhang Ji. That's good, so for Zhang Chunyan, Fang Ya was always wary of the dialect, and secretly reminded the dialect.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it.

He just smiled at this dialect, told her not to worry, and said that he believed in Zhang Ji.

This is indeed true. Although he doesn't know if something happened between the two of them, the dialect just feels that Zhang Ji is very indifferent to his uncle's family. I believe that if it is not because of his grandparents, Zhang Ji must be too lazy. To talk to them, at least in his opinion, Zhang Ji's feelings differed by a thousand miles between the uncle and the uncle.

But the uncle's family was just indifferent and ignored Zhang Chunyan. If she hadn't married Zhang Qi later, Zhang Ji probably would have looked at her even if he really didn't.Now, even because of etiquette, he found that Zhang Ji's eyes were basically unwavering every time he talked with him.

Dialect once thought that it was because Zhang Chunyan didn't lend a helping hand when his parents passed away and he fell ill. Instead, it was because of the fact that he immediately ran to withdraw from the marriage. However, after getting along with each other these days, and because he gradually put Zhang Ji in his heart, I always unconsciously observe and pay attention, only to find that things seem to be more than that, but the dialect doesn't intend to delve into it.

Anyway, it's just an insignificant relative, um, even if it's a relative, as long as she doesn't come to interfere with their life, the dialect should be ignored and treated like an ordinary person.

Of course, as Fang Ya reminded, the dialect is also secretly careful.

***

When it was almost dark in the evening, Zhang Ji came back as promised. The dialect was both happy and worried, so he couldn't control his mouth while welcoming people into the door.

"It's getting dark, why are you rushing back? Isn't it the same if you just stay in the town for one night? Have you eaten yet? Are you tired?

Brother Big Niu, don't be so busy, go inside and sit down for a while, I'll get you some food right now. "Take the time to turn around and say to Chen Daniu who drove the carriage in.

Chen Daniu, who unloaded the carriage over there and was going to feed the horses with hay, waved his hands and said it was all right, but Hua Chunsheng took over the work in his hands, but he didn't obey and went in and sat down Instead of resting, he turned around and went out again.

Here Zhang Ji also only listened to the chanting of the dialect with a smile, without interrupting, until he was about to be pulled into the house by the dialect, when he was about to let go and go to the kitchen, he pulled him back and spoke with a smile.

"and many more."

The dialect was puzzled, but he stopped in accordance with the words, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ji smiled and did not answer, but pulled him back and said to Chen Daniu who was going to the gate: "Brother Big Niu, bring everyone in."

"Hey!" Chen Daniu responded heartily, and under the puzzled gaze of everyone, he strode to the gate and opened it, "Come in, the master is calling." He said and stepped aside.

Fang Yan, old man Zhang and others who had just arrived from the backyard all looked in the direction of the gate, and after a while they all showed surprised expressions.

I saw seven or eight people coming in one after another in the night, because it was too late and the light was too dark, everyone couldn't see the faces and ages of those people clearly, only men and women could be distinguished from their clothes.Those people probably got the order. After they came in, they came to Zhang Jifangyan. They stood in a row in the yard under the steps, and then bowed down in unison under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"I have seen Master Zhengjun."

"..." Fang Yan was stunned for a moment and quickly recovered, looking up at Zhang Ji, what is this?

Zhang Ji smiled, patted his hand and turned his head to look down, "Get up, you will be responsible for taking care of Yan'er here from now on, now that Yan'er is inconvenient, you will arrange the affairs of the family from now on. You all listen to the dialect." He pointed to the first person on his right to explain in dialect.

"Yes, master." The man who was pointed out immediately bowed to answer, and the voice should be a middle-aged man, "The younger one is Fugui, I have met Zhengjun."

Then the others called out again, and then they all bowed their bodies and waited there, but Zhang Ji didn't make another sound this time.

Dialect paused, he was really not used to being called Zhengjun in such a serious manner, so he hurriedly smiled unnaturally, to be honest, he was really not used to this kind of situation.He hurriedly cleared his throat and forced himself to speak calmly: "Everyone should be excused."

Those people straightened up now, but they didn't leave, as if they were waiting for the next instruction.

The dialect paused again, so I had to speak again, "Fugui... Let's call you Uncle Fu? Let's see who among these people can cook. Now let's go to the kitchen and make something to eat. We'll talk about it tomorrow, that's all." It's getting late, everyone is hungry."

The middle-aged man Fugui was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that he quickly agreed, and then called out the three women in the team to cook. As for the other two, they went out to bring their luggage in, and the other two went to take over. Hua Chunsheng took care of the horses; Fugui, who should be called Uncle Fu, didn't leave, but stood sideways below, waiting for the master's call at any time.

dialect:"……"

At this time, Zhang Ji took his hand and turned back into the house. At the same time, he also invited in the grandparents who stood aside stupidly. The whole family sat in the main room, and someone quickly lit an oil lamp. , two... After a while, the main room became brighter.

After the lights were turned on, everyone also came back to their senses, looking at Zhang Ji with eager eyes, waiting for him to talk about going to town today.

Zhang Ji didn't hang on to everyone, he still smiled and said, "Grandpa and grandma, don't worry, everything is going well and everything has been settled, and I will officially start taking office when I go back tomorrow."

Hearing this, the heart that had been raised for a day finally fell to the ground, and everyone couldn't help showing joy on their faces, even the old man Zhang smiled.

"Since the imperial court values ​​you, we must act impartially in the future. Don't let down the expectations of your fellow villagers and the high hopes of Old Master Su."

"Yes, we are still at home, so don't worry."

"Yes. Thank you, grandpa and grandma. I will definitely keep in mind the teachings of you and my master."

"Good good."

Old man Zhang said three good words in a row, and couldn't help laughing. This time he was really happy, and temporarily forgot about the unpleasant things before.Zhang Luoshi was also happy and relieved. Seeing her wife's smiling face, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. When she saw her grandson Zhang Ji and the dialect beside Zhang Ji, a certain thought flashed in her mind.

That night, the Zhang family slept late, and in the end, dialect was worried that Zhang Jiming would have to get up early in the morning and go back to the town to rest enough, so he reminded him. The uncle and the others suddenly remembered, blamed themselves a few times, and then said Urging the two of them to go in and sleep quickly.

As for the servants brought back, temporarily let them go to the empty silkworm room for the night, and arrange again when they get up tomorrow.

And these were picked up by the uncle and the others, and soon the front yard was quiet again.

In the room, Fang Yan helped Zhang Ji put away the changed clothes, and twisted the cloth towel to wipe his face. Zhang Ji kept looking at him, and silently took it to wipe his face and hands.The two didn't speak for a while, but the atmosphere was tacit and harmonious.

When Fang Yan wanted to continue washing cloth towels, he was pulled into his arms the next second, and Fang Yan paused for a moment.

Zhang Ji rubbed his chin against the dialect's hair, sighed and said, "I miss you."

Fang Yan raised his hand to hug him back, nodded in his arms as well, and said in a muffled voice, "Well, I miss you too."

"That……"

"...It's actually possible."

"what?!"

"That's right, cough... as long as it's lighter. I, I asked Mo Langzhong... huh?"

"Let's sleep now."

"..."