Chongxi little husband

This time Zhang Ji still didn't get home until it was dark, and this time he didn't even have time to change into his official uniform.Although seeing Zhang Ji wearing such a costume was interesting and made Dialect feel the temptation of the so-called uniform, but seeing Zhang Ji who was always rushing back and forth from dawn to dusk, he still felt a little distressed.

Helping to fold and put away the official uniform, watching Zhang Ji take off his underwear to reveal his slightly sweaty back, the feeling of distress was added.He quickly went to soak the cloth towel and wring it dry, and he didn't need to come back, but helped to wipe his back himself, and couldn't help saying.

"Or, you'd better live in the town first, and wait until you're done with your work? Now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, what should you do if you're tired after rushing around like this?"

Zhang Ji was enjoying the service in dialect, and he was very happy in his heart, "It's okay, I can still bear it. I don't worry about you being alone at home."

"What's there to worry about? Besides, there are so many people in the family, how can I be alone?"

"I know myself--"

Uncle Fu's voice sounded outside before he finished speaking, "Master Zhengjun, the food is ready."

Dialect turned to wash the cloth towel, and said casually, "Send it to the room."

"Yes."

After the footsteps left, Fang Yan turned around and handed the cloth towel to Zhang Ji, and went to the cabinet to get clean clothes for him to put on.

"Let's eat here today, I'll go to bed early later, you run around like this every day, how are you doing in the yamen?"

"It's okay, the old master is still there, and the master is in the town, and he has friendship with the master." Zhang Ji said, stroking the dialect's hair, and smiled to comfort him, "It's nothing serious now, I still You can handle it, don't worry."

Dialect looked up, Zhang Ji smiled at him again, "Don't worry really, I will tell you if something really happens, how about having dinner with me now?"

Dialect opened his mouth to speak, but finally agreed to have dinner with him, and did not mention anything about the yamen.He knows that things are not that simple. Even in modern times, it is not so easy to get started and integrate into a new unit, let alone in this ancient time, and Zhang Ji is still so young. Aren't they all acting? The officialdom is full of intrigues, and they have no background. The old people in the yamen are even more old-fashioned, so how could they be so easy to hear and believe in him?

But since Zhang Ji didn't want to worry him, he should try his best not to worry about the family affairs.

But remembering the decision made today, I still decided to speak to Zhang Ji.

"Building a house?" Zhang Ji paused while drinking the soup, and gave dialect a piece of meat, "Yes, you can decide."

"Eat it yourself. I've already eaten it before, so you can eat whatever you want." Thinking of three meals a day with meat and soup, Dialect felt that he would turn into a ball within two months—even in In the case of two servings.

It's a pity that his protests were ruthlessly rejected, especially when someone looked at his increasingly rounded cheeks, the expression on his face was satisfied, and the gestures of pinching became more and more frequent.

dialect:……

But that's all for later, and the dialect still has to fight at this moment.

"I thought about it today. Now that there are a few more Fu Bo and others in the family, there is no room for Daniel to live there, and my plan is to add more silkworm houses. I will definitely increase the number of spinning workshops in the future.

No matter whether we hire people or buy servants in the future, the place must be large. I want to build the silkworm house on Renshan, which is not far from our side anyway, and people will live here. "

Zhang Ji ate and listened. When he saw the words in the dialect, he put down his chopsticks and said in a deep thought: "You can ask Uncle Fu to do this, or find someone with experience. He is in the town. After a long time, you should know people in this field, materials and so on. Just tell them to do what you need, don’t tire yourself.”

The dialect was a little touched at the beginning, but after that, I only felt infinite black lines, "I am really living like a pig now...Aren't you afraid that I will become a big fat man?"

Zhang Ji's eyes flashed thoughtfully when he heard this, and he didn't miss the dialect.

"Is it? It's so ugly, how can I have the nerve to walk with you and stand next to you in the future? And being too fat is not good for your body."

In fact, he also said this to his grandma and aunt, but everyone else in the weaving room opposed his words.Afterwards, the dialect also knew that they spoke too fast at that time, because in their age, which family and whose family really became fat?

Maybe they are all proud of being able to gain weight!Because that represents a good life at home.

Fortunately, people in the village now think that their family's ability is a matter of getting fat, so there are no gossips. Of course, those people will not specifically mention one or two sour words in front of their family members.

……

Zhang Ji looked at his bright eyes, looked at himself with expectation, couldn't help but smiled, but when the other party's eyes became brighter, he refused without hesitation, but the next sentence comforted him: "Tomorrow I will talk to Fu Uncle said, try to eat according to your appetite in the future, if you really don’t want to eat, don’t force it.”

"Then... alright." Dialect was barely satisfied, at least he didn't have to eat a lot every time.

Zhang Ji habitually stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek again, and he was quite satisfied with the sensuality of the pinch, but thinking of what the dialect said before, and looking at his indeed rounded face, he agreed with his statement in his heart.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly got up, took out a stack of papers from the cabinet, and handed it to him.

"What?" Dialect was puzzled, and asked as he took it over to look at it, but he couldn't help but startled slightly when he saw the content in the first one, then quickly flipped through the ones below, and raised his head, "This, there are more than eight people... ..."

"Well, apart from Uncle Ya and Aunt Meng, there are a few who haven't come yet." Zhang Ji replied, "Then let them come over after the construction of Renshan Mountain is completed. If there is still not enough, we will find someone later. "

"Hmm." Fang Yan pinched the not-so-thick stack of paper, feeling a little uncomfortable.

***

After the dialect told Zhang Jihou about the plan, Uncle Buffalo came to him the next day and asked about building a house. Uncle Buffalo was also a shrewd person, and he responded quickly. Some shops with affordable materials and good materials talked about it again, but they didn't make any suggestions after they finished, but waited quietly.

After hearing the dialect, he pondered for a while, then raised his head, and Uncle Fu straightened his back slightly.Fang Yan paused slightly upon seeing this, "Then it's up to you to handle the matter, the place has already been chosen, it's just down the opposite hillside."

Uncle Fu thought for a while when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered that when he was picking fruit on the mountain yesterday, he saw a mountain with trees growing in a similar order on the opposite side. It seemed that that was what the Lord said, so he nodded, "Yes, little Do it right away. Is there anything else Zhengjun needs to order?"

"Well, when you get to the town, call shopkeeper Yang back, and Old Master Su's house to see if Second Brother Su is there. If he's still in town, please come back."

"Ok."

"Have the wine tanks been cleaned?"

"Well, everything was done as you ordered."

"Okay, later you go and ask Aunt Du and the others to come back and make mulberry wine with me."

"Yes."

***

Uncle Fu's work efficiency was really fast. On the same day, he took the villager's ox cart to the town, found all the materials, negotiated the price, paid the deposit, and found a team to build the house.

Although the harvest season is about to enter at this time, there are quite a lot of villages around here, and not everyone has a lot of fields, so there is still spare labor to come out to find small workers.

Having made an appointment with those people to start work in the village tomorrow, Uncle Fu left the street and went to Su's house.

Second brother Su happened to be at home, and he heard that he was looking for him in dialect, so he immediately wanted to leave for the village, but luckily Gu Qiu stopped him.Accused him in a low voice, "Don't think about it, Dad just asked... Brother Yan and the others are now asking Manager Fu to find someone to go back to build a house because they can't live at home... Are you going now to fill in for Brother Yan and the others? Chaos!"

Hearing this, Second Brother Su thought of it immediately, and couldn't help but smiled at Fu Lang embarrassedly, and laughed twice, "Aren't I just curious... Well, let's go again tomorrow and see if the younger brother is right?" It’s not like there’s something strange about it.”

Seeing her husband's carefree expression, Gu Qiu could only sigh helplessly, and went to explain to Uncle Fu that they had received it, and they would go to the village to meet people then.

Only then did Uncle Fu leave, and when he arrived at the gate of the yamen, he happened to see Chen Daniu also waiting in his carriage.

***

Because in summer, it gets darker later.Obviously, they usually go back at about the same time, but when Zhang Ji arrived home today, it was rare that the sky was still bright.

Entering along the village road, there are still villagers busy cutting rice by the roadside or in the nearby fields. When they see Chen Daniu, they will take the time to shout—"The county magistrate is back?"

Now everyone knows that Chen Daniu drives the Zhang family's car, and their youngest county magistrate, Zhang Juren, takes this car to leave early and return late.

Zhang Ji's identity was not quite used to by everyone for a while, but compared to the two scholars of Zhang's family, everyone still liked and got close to the county magistrate in their hearts.

At least this one has no bad news.

……

It was rare for Zhang Ji to catch up with Zhang's family for dinner this time, otherwise every time he came back, the whole family would have already eaten. Fortunately, he still had dialect to accompany him every time.

Fang Yan was also happy to see Zhang Ji coming back, and forgot his "pregnancy meal" for a while, so he got up to welcome him in, helped him change into the office uniform, and put on the latest textile cloth used by his eldest sister Fang Ya. The good silk cloth was hurriedly made for the two of them, the new uniforms that had just been made recently, and they washed their faces with him before going out to eat together.

Grandparents eat at their home almost all these days, and when they see their spirited grandson and granddaughter-in-law coming out together, they immediately burst into laughter from ear to ear.

After a lively dinner, Zhang Jixiao returned to his room in dialect, and Zhang Ji took out a stack of papers again.

Dialect's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.