Transmigrated into the Pastoral Scenery

Both uncle and nephew gritted their teeth and said they disagreed. They thought Song Jingwei would be embarrassed by this and considered making concessions for them.What they don't know is that Song Jingwei worked in real estate in his previous life. He is different from other sons. He is dedicated to doing things by himself. He spends more than half of a month on the construction site. most.

Song Jingwei said to the two nail households: "You don't agree? Well, I will not take the land of your two families and let you cultivate it until two years later. After two years, I will take back the [-] mu of land without paying a penny. , and can collect two more years of rent.”

Sun Laizi and Sun Zheng were almost dumbfounded when they heard the words, it seemed that they would not get any benefit from such a calculation.

"Let's go back." Song Jingwei turned his head and said to the three members of the Shen family, and flicked his sleeves out of the gate of the village chief's house.He thought that he didn't need to talk to people like Sun Mangzi and Sun Zheng anymore, and when the news came out that he hired the villagers with 30 taels of silver per year, they would regret it.

Shen Junxi followed silently when he came, and he didn't make a sound when he went back. The reason why he followed was because he was afraid that Song Jingwei would suffer, but he didn't expect to see Song Jingwei's eloquent side.I just thought that he didn't like to talk.

"What are you looking at?" The Shen family couple walked in front, they fell behind, but Song Jingwei always felt that someone was staring at him in the dark.

"Hmm..." Shen Junxi shook his head, his cheeks gradually turning red in the darkness.He thought that Song Jingwei would not find out in such a dark sky.

Having said so much at the village chief's house just now, Song Jingwei's desire to speak was opened up.He subconsciously spoke to Shen Junxi, and it wasn't until the other party couldn't answer him that he felt very clearly that the person around him was dumb.Song Jingwei closed his mouth in disappointment, not intending to speak again.

At this moment, he was a little puzzled, Shen Junxi was always dumb, but it didn't make people feel flawed or abrupt.On the contrary, he stood quietly by his side, very natural and harmonious.

This kind of person Song Jingwei has also met one, that is an artist with a very unique temperament, he has a pair of quiet but not lifeless eyes, as popular as his creations.Unlike Shen Junxi, the artist is in good health.

Maybe it was because of everyone's temperament, after thinking about this question for a while, Song Jingwei let it go.Back home, he concentrated on planning and wrote down some thoughts on the road just now.

At some point, Shen Junxi quietly stood behind Song Jingwei.It's not that Shen Junxi didn't make noise on purpose, but a habit, he himself is not the kind of person who can't make noise.Therefore, Song Jingwei didn't know when he was staring with his head, let alone that he was secretly happy.

The reason why Shen Junxi was secretly happy was because Song Jingwei's handwriting was so ugly.

He finally didn't have to be afraid of being rejected, because his wife's handwriting was even uglier.Just like this, he was silently happy, and then he stretched out his hand to poke Song Jingwei's shoulder.

However, Song Jingwei was focused on thinking and did not respond.

Shen Junxi moved two steps left and right, reached out to poke him, "Hmm."

Song Jingwei was alarmed this time, she raised her head suddenly, her slightly cold expression scared Shen Junxi, and she took two steps back.It wasn't Song Jingwei's intention. He habitually kept a cold face at work because he was serious. He said, "Sorry, I didn't notice you."

When he spoke, he returned to his normal state. Although he didn't have a smiling face and was not gentle, it was a hundred times better than before.

Shen Junxi even shook his head and waved his hands. Seeing that he was really the same as usual, he walked over to pick up a pen and paper and wrote: "Go take a bath." These three words were much better than what Song Jingwei wrote.

Song Jingwei's thoughts were interrupted, and he didn't intend to continue writing. He rubbed his cervical spine and said, "I'll go right away."

Seeing him getting up to look for clothes, Shen Junxi quietly left the room and went to the kitchen to fetch hot water.When Song Jingwei came to the clean room, the tub was already full and the water temperature was just right.And Shen Junxi booed him with his eyes outside the door, reminding Song Jingwei of a plant called star flower...

"I'll take a shower, you can go back." He walked over to close the doorway, so as not to be guarded again.

After taking a bath this time, Song Jingwei packed his dirty clothes on a wooden tray and went to the well to fetch water to wash his clothes.This well is the oldest kind, the mouth of the well is as big as a water tank, and the bucket for fetching water is tied with a hemp rope.

When Song Jingwei was carrying water, one hand stretched out from the side, holding the hemp rope, he lifted the bucket up three times, poured it into the wooden tray, threw it into the well, and lifted the bucket of water up a few times... This kind of skillful Smooth movements are impossible for Song Jingwei.

When he came back to his senses, Shen Junxi was squatting by the well, washing his clothes with his hands.

This is a feeling of a little powerlessness. In fact, Song Jingwei plans to do things like laundry by himself.After Shen Junxi hung some clothes on the bamboo pole, he said to him, "You don't need to wash it for me, I will do it myself." Clothes are private items, and he has a cleanliness addiction.

Shen Junxi opened his eyes slightly, as if he didn't understand why he refused to help him wash his clothes.

For some reason, Song Jingwei didn't like his flattering behavior very much, because he was a man, and the other party was also a man.It's not that if he is married, he must accept that others treat him like a woman.He folded his arms and said in a low voice: "You are a man, don't you think it's inappropriate to help others with laundry?"

Hearing this, Shen Junxi's eyes changed from round to narrow and long, but he was still puzzled and shook his head, not feeling it.

"Well, I probably shouldn't discuss this with you." Song Jingwei also shook his head, he forgot that he was facing an ancient person from a strange dynasty, who knows how their thoughts and concepts were formed.

Shen Junxi suddenly became depressed. He heard the uncomfortable meaning from Song Jingwei's words, but he still didn't know what he did wrong.

"Okay, go back to sleep." Song Jingwei slapped away a mosquito, not wanting to stand in the yard to feed the mosquito again.

Not long after returning, Shen Junxi fumbled in. At this time, Song Jingwei had already gone to bed and was still sleeping outside.

After waiting for a few minutes, a figure quietly climbed onto the bed, passed him, and fell asleep in it.

In this situation of shoulder to shoulder, Song Jingwei said faintly: "The quilt is too thick, change to a thinner one tomorrow."

When the daughter-in-law said this, Shen Junxi touched the thickness of the quilt quietly, it seemed a bit thick, but... he felt so warm and good to sleep.

"Hmm..." Change to a thin one tomorrow.

The next morning, after breakfast, Song Jingwei found a list of tenants in the wooden box containing the title deeds. He showed it to Shen Dongming and asked, "Are you familiar with these families?" Forgive him His personality is so awkward, he can't call his father and mother, let alone his father-in-law and husband.

Shen Dongming picked out a few people he knew, and said, "These are people from the village, but I only know these few households." He didn't like to visit, and he was usually busy in the field, so he would go to nearby households to kill time.

"How can I inform them, I want to talk to them." Song Jingwei asked.

"It's enough to let the child run errands." Shen Dongming smiled honestly.

Speaking of money, Song Jingwei got up and went into the house, and took out a silver ingot from a small wooden box.He came to the kitchen to find Yang Shi, gave her the silver and said, "You take it, this is today's expenses."

The silver was exactly two taels of silver, and Yang felt shocked when she held it in her hand, "This... spends two taels of silver a day?" It's too much, this is prodigal.

"It doesn't have to be spent, but the cost of eating and drinking can't be too bad." Song Jing went to open the cage like a breeze, and shouted while opening: "Shen Junxi, come here!

Shen Junxi was feeding the pigs, when he heard that his hands shook, the pig food drenched the whole pig's head, he said sorry silently, then left the sow and piglets to find a wife.This was the first time he heard his name from Song Jingwei, and his whole body had a strange reaction...

Song Jingwei took out a few pieces of cloth of suitable color from the cage, and found that Shen Junxi was already standing beside him, looking at him with piercing eyes. He just handed the cloth to him and said, "For your mother, make some summer clothes."

They were all some high-quality cotton cloth, Shen Junxi touched them, and ran to find Mrs. Yang quickly.

"Wait!" Song Jingwei said: "Ask your mother for some copper coins, I can help."

Shen Junxi hugged the cloth and smiled back, then plunged into Yang's room.Mrs. Yang, who was still in the kitchen just now, had already entered the house. Seeing her son holding a pile of good-colored cloth, she asked, "This is..."

Putting down the cloth, Shen Junxi said to Yang in sign language: "My wife said to make clothes for you."

Yang's hands have already touched the cloth, which is fine cotton, which is the best for making clothes. She smiled pleasantly and said, "The color my daughter-in-law picked is so good, how did he say it?"

Shen Junxi waved his hand, didn't say this, he asked Yang Shi: "You can figure it out." But he smiled shyly, and gestured: "My daughter-in-law must mean that the whole family should do it, and you can do as much as you can."

Yang also laughed, and said: "That's not acceptable. I'll see how many bodies one person can make. Let's make a few bodies for your daughter-in-law first, and then make two bodies for you and your father."

"Mother also makes two bodies." Shen Junxi gestured, and picked out a piece of warm-colored cloth, pointing: "Use this to make it."

"Nonsense, this is the color worn by young girls and boys. Let's make it for you and your wife, mother... just make this kind of color." Yang picked out a piece of blue printed cloth, and then picked out a piece of navy blue: " This is for your dad."

Shen Junxi didn't force it, nodded and gestured: "Take it to Tailor Zhang, your craftsmanship is not fine enough." Normally, he would definitely not say, Yang will wear whatever he does, but this time he will do it for Song Jingwei. , let the tailor do it faster.

"You kid..." Yang couldn't laugh or cry, it was the first time she was rejected by her son.

"Mother, give me a few copper coins, my daughter-in-law said it would be useful." Shen Junxi thought about Song Jingwei's instructions, and gestured with a smile.

"Okay, wait a minute." Hearing that the daughter-in-law wanted it, Mrs. Yang immediately went to get a sling of money, without asking what the money was used for.