Chongxi little husband

When Dialect woke up again, Zhang Ji was already on his way to the town.Touching the already slightly cool mat beside him, Fang Yan felt depressed for a moment, but the light noise from outside made him recover quickly.

He turned over and sat up, but for a moment he forgot the momentary excitement last night, and suddenly felt a pain in his waist, so he hurriedly supported him.He bared his teeth in dialect and didn't do it for several days. Although the man did remember that even when he was most emotional, he was still cautious and his movements were always gentle, but in the end it still left him with some sequelae.

Fortunately, this time Zhang Ji did not forget to clean up for him afterwards, so he felt refreshed when he woke up, which made Fang Yan feel a little better.

Gululu——

The roar of the stomach stopped Dialect from dawdling, got out of bed, found a suit of clothes to put on, went out to wash and look for food.

"Your Majesty, you are up."

When Fang stepped out of the room, someone immediately asked at the door. Dialect remembered that the voice was Fugui—the middle-aged male voice that Zhang Ji designated as the housekeeper. Now it seems that he is indeed a middle-aged man.

"Fu Bo, what time is it?"

Seeing the dialect speak in a friendly manner, and remembering to call out himself at once, Uncle Fu felt a little relieved, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face, but still respectful, and replied: "Return to Zhengjun, the time has just passed."

After a pause, he said again: "The food has been heating up in the kitchen, does Zhengjun want to eat first?"

Hearing his respectful tone and address all the time, the dialect was really uncomfortable, "Well, I'll go eat after washing my face, you guys go ahead."

Uncle Fu looked up, then lowered his head again, "Yes, the little one is outside. Zhengjun can call for someone if he needs anything."

"it is good."

When the person turned around and left, Fang Yan scratched his face and let out a sigh of relief. Before that, he didn't feel much at Su's house, but now that he was at his own house, he really didn't turn around for a while, and was even more uncomfortable than these people.His stomach protested again, and Fang Yan quickly patted his slightly swollen stomach and muttered softly.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to fill your stomach now, don't bark."

After washing up quickly, I went to the kitchen to prepare food, but was stopped at the door.

"Greetings to Zhengjun."

"Uh," looking at the woman in front of him, Fang Yan was stunned for a moment.

The elderly woman caught a glimpse of the dialect's surprised expression, and quickly explained: "The younger one is the cook, surnamed Du."

"Uh, Mrs. Du, I just want to eat in..."

"May I ask where Zhengjun wants to eat? The small ones can be presented."

Dialect was taken aback again, and subconsciously pointed at the grape arbor. Aunt Du glanced along, smiled and nodded respectfully, "Then please go over and sit for a while, Zhengjun, and the food will be delivered immediately."

Dialect was almost half-delivered and half-rushed. Please leave the kitchen and sit down under the grape arbor. Forbe quickly brought tea with a suitable temperature, and then Aunt Du brought a younger woman to serve the food. up.

Steamed pork ribs, fried eggs, green vegetables, and a bowl of chicken soup, rice with distinct grains——

Color, aroma, taste, complete.

Looking at everything in front of him, the dialect was still a little confused, and he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

Aunt Du and the woman both looked a little anxious. Uncle Fu glanced at them, bowed slightly and asked respectfully: "Is it not to Zhengjun's taste? Or do you want to eat something else? The master gave orders before leaving the house in the morning, and everything should be done according to Zhengjun's taste." Taste prevails, if you don’t like these, ask someone to make another for the small ones.

Or other people will go to the town to buy it. "

"Oh, no, no need." Dialect came back to his senses, and when he heard and saw him, he really wanted to turn around and call for someone, and hurriedly called out, "I was just surprised for a moment, I didn't expect Mrs. Du's craftsmanship to be so good. It's okay Yes, there is no need to make anything else, these look delicious, I can just eat this.

But breakfast doesn’t have to be so rich, it’s fine to keep it simple in the future. "

Aunt Fubodu and the three of them looked at each other, and then agreed in unison.

Fang Yan picked up the chopsticks to eat, but found that they were still there, he couldn't help but react after being startled, and quickly let them go down, "Okay, I don't have to wait here, I'll go back to work on you."

The three of them looked at each other again, Aunt Du took the woman Fu and left behind, but Fu Bo still stood where he was.

After thinking about it, Dialect didn't try to persuade him anymore. After meeting these dishes, his stomach protested even more, so he didn't care about the other party, so he quickly picked them up and tasted them. It was indeed delicious and suited his appetite.

He didn't stop eating, and Uncle Fu waited quietly without making a sound, until the dialect finished the bowl of soup and put down the spoon, he immediately stepped forward to put away the bowl and chopsticks, and then came back again, unhurriedly , Keep a certain distance and walk behind the dialect to digest food.

Wandering in dialect, he slowly came to the foot of the mountain and stopped, looked up at the mulberry forest on the mountain, and suddenly said: "Uncle Fu, do you have any other instructions for step-brother to go out?"

"Back to..."

"You don't need to be so restrained. We don't need to be so serious in our family. We are not a big family. You can speak a little more casually in the future."

Uncle Fu was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look, only to see Zhengjun in front of the green tree with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, which made people feel close... hurriedly regained consciousness, the respect on his face was deeper and more genuine than before.

"Yes."

Looking at Uncle Fu with a serious face, Fang Yan sighed helplessly in his heart, so he didn't force them to change. I guess they are already used to it, and looking at the behavior of the three of them, it is possible that the last family before coming to their house was the same. those wealthy families.

Thinking about the dialect, he didn't worry about it any more. He turned around and looked at the forest behind him again, and said, "A total of eight of you came here last night?"

"Response... yes." Uncle Fu answered habitually, but then suddenly changed his words, "The younger ones have been serving in Mr. Fu's mansion before. Stay, thanks to the Lord for not giving up, let us stay."

Dialect knew that Mr. Fu was the county magistrate of their town before, but he did not expect that he went to Yu County instead, but going from a small town to the county seat is considered a promotion.

I was a little relieved, so that their stepbrother should not be in the way and offend others when he takes office, right?

"Is there anyone else in the town?"

"Yes, there are Uncle Ya and Aunt Meng in the county yamen. If the master can't make it back when he is busy, they will still be there to serve you. We will come here to serve Zhengjun. If you have anything to do in the future, just tell me."

Hearing that there were still people in the town, Dialect finally felt relieved. Originally, Zhang Ji should have lived in the residence behind the county government office in the town after he took office. go.But right now he really doesn't want to go away, and that's why Zhang Ji rushes away sooner or later.

back and forth.

"That's fine. The family is busy now, and these fruits on the mountain should be harvested. Today, you go and call everyone, and take back the mulberries first. These fruits are delicate, be careful, I still have use."

After hearing this, Uncle Fu quickly raised his head and glanced at the forest behind the dialect, a gleam of joy flashed across his face, and he hurriedly stood up straight and respectful.

"Young one, go and call someone."

Because it was dark when we came here, and the master’s family couldn’t see him formally, and the master rushed to work in the town early today. During the time before Zhengjun didn’t wake up, not to mention the few ordinary servants, Even the fact that he was just appointed to be the steward last night had no idea.

Although the master's family still has the old lady and the old lady, he can't rush to ask for instructions without the approval of the old master Zhengjun... Now that he has Zhengjun's instructions, he should hurry up and get things done.

Seeing Fu Bo rushing back at a speed that was not at all like what he should have at his age, the dialect put away his surprise, thinking that he should get used to it sooner.

"Brother Yan?"

Hearing the yelling behind him, Fang Yan turned around, and saw Hua Chunsheng and Mo Langzhong walking down the path.

Because they took in Mrs. Hua in dialect last time, Hua Chunsheng would come to help whenever he was free, but most of them were busy with Chen Daniu on the mountain or in the field. He rarely went to the silkworm house in the backyard, and this time Aunt Hua also came and helped in the weaving room. Now it is said that her old man is the one with the best skills in their family.

Hua Chunsheng walked fast and came to the front in a short while.

"Why are you standing here? Be careful of mosquitoes." Hua Chunsheng said as he handed over a handful of blackened mulberries.

Dialect took it, without washing or wiping it, just opened his mouth and ate it, and replied with a smile: "Just now I was a little overwhelmed to walk. Mo Langzhong, how much did you pick today?"

Mo Langzhong walked a little panting, but with a big smile on his face, he looked in a good mood, and when he heard the dialect question, he said with a smile: "Not much, just one basket, and Hua Boy will help you carry it. By the way, now you The fruits here are all ripe, shouldn't it be time to make wine?"

Hearing this, Fang Yan and Hua Chunsheng both laughed.

"Well, it's time to brew. I just asked people to prepare things, and I will start to brew today when the fruit is harvested."

"Hey! That's a good relationship, I will try it too."

"Okay." Dialect didn't refuse, "You can try it yourself, and brew it yourself. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to make wine by then?"

"Hahaha!" Mo Langzhong was stunned when he heard that, he was just joking, but he didn't expect Fang Yan to agree.

Mo Lang laughed a few times, and when he looked at the still-unchanged smile in the dialect, he couldn't help adding a little more to the smile on his face. He touched the beard on his lips and nodded, "Then I will try it myself, and when the time comes, those guys Jealous to death, haha——

Flower boy, let's go!Go back quickly.Ah, by the way, Brother Yan, this old man has a bottle of ointment, it will be good for you if you take it back. "

As he spoke, he stuffed a small jar in the dialect, and then strode to catch up with Hua Chunsheng in front of him.

Dialect looked at the small jar of Runliang, which seemed to be made of jade, and then looked at the back of Mo Langzhong who was walking away in a hurry, a little inexplicable.

All right, what medicine to give him?

Is it eaten or used?At least it should be clear, right?

Standing there speechless for a while, the dialect also walked back slowly, and his thoughts drifted away from the medicine pot, thinking about the increasing number of family members, and the house could no longer be opened; and this time the cocooned silkworm was the first time since raising silkworms. A lot of batches, if the development continues like this, there will be only a lot more next time, and the same goes for silkworm houses.

Building a house is bound to be put on the agenda first.

The author has something to say: Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day, fairies (?▽?)~ I wish you all have handsome guys to accompany you~~