Fast-wearing fancy mutual favor

Song Family Village.

This remote and quiet village is home to hundreds of native Song family families. The information here is limited and the folk customs are simple. The villagers often pass the time by gossiping and chatting during the off-season. Therefore, the parents of every household are short-sighted and transparent like a stall. Like under the sun.

Recently, the women in the village are talking about Uncle Song's family living at the head of the village and the boy they took care of.

Uncle Song's family is pitiful, the parents of both husband and wife left early, one of their sons was lost during the famine and was never found, maybe he was picked up and eaten by some unscrupulous family. Aunt Song didn't get pregnant again, so she and her wife were the only ones left at home to support her.

Aunt Song is kind-hearted and dexterous, and she especially likes little dolls. Every day when she goes out, she always carries a handful of candies made with syrup in her pocket, and when she sees a little doll in the village, she cheerfully sends one out.Uncle Song doesn't talk much, but he is kind. It's not wrong to call him when someone else's family needs help.

Others in the village like to associate with this couple, but after closing the door, they can't help but secretly laugh at the couple for being too soft-hearted, anyone can take advantage of it, and sooner or later they will suffer a big loss.

No, if you say you will suffer a loss, then the loss will come to you.

The second aunt Song at the end of the village vividly described to her sister-in-law: "The Song family at the head of the village, who has no children, picked up a young boy a while ago. Just leave. Mrs. Song is so sincere, she actually gave all the valuable dry goods at home to the boy, and took them to eat on the road. I heard that she even planned to give away the coffin. You think, is she lost her mind and crazy? "

The little girl covered her mouth in surprise: "I know the young boy I picked up. I saw it a few days ago while I was borrowing something from the aunt. Are you willing to pay for all the broken silver at the bottom of the box? Then will you pay it in the end?"

"Who knows then."

Gossip spread from the village to the village, and quickly became the gossip of people after dinner. The people in Songjia Village talked about it, but they laughed at the Song family. Let's take a look at them, people from a village.

On this day, Uncle Song went to work at sunrise as usual, leaving Aunt Song to do some housework at home. When he was digging eggs from the chicken coop in the yard, a drunk man who was obviously drunk broke in.

As soon as the aunt saw the drunk man, she hid the egg in her hand again, angrily picked up the broom made of bamboo slices from the side of the chicken coop, held it in her hand and asked suspiciously: "Drunk man Song, are you doing it again?" What!"

Song, the drunk man, is an orphan in the village. He is over thirty years old and spends his days drinking and drinking. He doesn't do business. Aunt Song saw that he sent two bags of rice pitifully, but she didn't expect this man to be a man who didn't know how to advance or retreat and didn't know how to be grateful Yes, I've been pestering him for things every three days.

Aunt Song is kind but has a bottom line. She is not used to this kind of moth. She beat her out fiercely when she came here twice, so she didn't come again. I don't know why it came again today.

Drunk Song looked drunkenly at the tile-roofed house behind the aunt: "Aunt Song, isn't your wife at home? I saw him go out this morning."

Aunt Song said vigilantly: "He comes back for lunch at noon and will be there in a while. What's your plan?"

"What's my idea, why don't you just tell you clearly, I heard from Xiao Hua, how many taels of silver do you have at the bottom of the box?" The drunk Song laughed, "Why don't you lend me a few to gamble, and if you win, you will pay back the interest." money."

"That's a good idea! That's the coffin book for me and the old man!" Aunt Song was so angry that she picked up the broom and beat her head and face.

A few times ago, when Mrs. Song sacrificed her broom and beat her hard, the drunk Song almost retreated, but today he may have been delusional, instead of retreating, he advanced instead. Relying on his own strength, he actually snatched Mrs. The broom, said sinisterly: "Instead of making the coffins of you two cheap for outsiders, it's better to give it to your nephew."

Aunt Song tried her best to support her but was pushed by him, she was really about to be broken into the house by him.

At the same time, at the intersection of the avenue extending from the small road at the head of the village, several luxurious and sturdy carriages came from a distance.

The front curtain of the carriage was lifted by a pair of white hands, and a young man poked his head out, his eyes filled with smiles, and he said in a surprised tone: "Yan Feibo, why would you think of bringing me here."

According to the route on the gourmet map, their first stop was to go to the plateau in the northwest to eat yak meat and barley cakes. Unexpectedly, after sleeping in the carriage, they woke up and lifted the curtain to see that they had arrived at Songjia Village.

Yan Feibo was leaning on the couch, but when he saw the carriage started to slow down, he straightened up and prepared to get out of the carriage. Looking carefully at his expression, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, so he smiled and said, "I guessed that you wanted to get out of the carriage yourself." come over."

"Then did you send someone to deliver the jewelry box I asked you to type?"

It seems that Yan Feibo had planned this trip long ago, but he didn't let the wind out to him, otherwise he would have prepared a lot of things for the aunt himself.

From the bottom of the combination cabinet fixed on the car wall, Yan Feibo pulled out a huge jewelry box as if by magic. wealth.The golden light was so shining that it almost blinded Xie Jinyan's eyes.

Yan Feibo handed the box to him: "Wouldn't it be more meaningful to give it to the benefactor with your own hands?"

Xie Jinyan was even more pleasantly surprised. As he was about to take it, Yan Feibo thought the box was too heavy, so he withdrew his hand: "Let's go first, and I'll pass it to you when I get to the place."

The carriage stopped, Yan Feibo jumped out of the carriage first, turned around and stretched out one arm, Xie Jinyan leaned over consciously.Yan Feibo put his arms around Xie Jinyan's waist with one hand, and easily carried him down, so that the servants would not have to come over to put on the mat.

Xie Jinyan looked at the familiar path around him and the courtyard that was faintly visible at the end of the path, and quickened his pace to trot forward two steps.

"Pay attention to your step." Yan Feibo reminded, while conniving to follow him forward.

As far as he could see, he finally reached the familiar small courtyard. Before Xie Jinyan could call out to Aunt Song, he saw the scene where the drunk man pushed Aunt Song to her!

The quarrel came from afar——

"Bastard, do you understand the law of the king! I will let you get out of my mother's house!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the money, and I will get out."

"Stop!" Xie Jinyan yelled angrily, but he was still some distance away from the yard at this time, and the two people in the yard were arguing too fiercely, this yell didn't have its due effect at all .

He strode forward, but since he was just an ordinary person who couldn't do light work in this life, he couldn't compare to Yan Feibo, so he waved to Yan Feibo for help while running.

"Yan Feibo, come quickly."

Seeing his dependent and trusting expression, Yan Feibo's heart softened as if it had been baked by the warm sun, so he immediately raised his lightness kung fu, and passed Xie Jinyan lightly with his toes, and fell into the courtyard after two or three steps. He kicked the provocative drunk man away four or five meters away, and kicked him skillfully on his numb tendons. He immediately groaned and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

Afterwards, Yan Feibo bowed his hands politely, regardless of the noble status of the prince, and bowed to the obedient savior: "Mrs. Song."

Aunt Song has never seen such a noble and elegant person after Xie Xiaogongzi.Although young master Xie is noble, he likes to be approachable, which makes her willing to be close and love him. However, this tall and handsome young master has an awe-inspiring demeanor that makes people subconsciously surrender.Aunt Song put down the broom in her hand in a daze: "My lord, you are so polite, you, who are you?"

Behind the back blocked by the tall and handsome young master, a young man whom Aunt Song knew very well walked briskly out. The young man tilted his head to look at her with a smile, and even came over to give her a hug: "Aunt Song."

Aunt Song's expression immediately changed from apprehension to surprise, and her voice raised a bit: "Thank you, young master! You really came back to see my aunt!"

The drunk man next to him was mostly sober because of the pain. Seeing that the two noble sons were obviously here to support Aunt Song, he was in a bad mood, so he wanted to sneak away while they were reminiscing about the past.

Unexpectedly, the tall man seemed to have eyes behind his back. While pulling the boy back and tying him to his arms, he did not forget to order coldly: "Ding Liu, arrest him."

"Yes!"

Behind Drunk Song, a guard appeared out of nowhere, with a long knife in his hand resting on Drunk Song's neck, causing him to collapse limply on the ground in fright.

Xie Jinyan gave the drunk a sideways look, and said in a cold voice, "Ma'am, who is this person? Is it against you?"

Aunt Song said badly: "The drunk in the village, who is idle, dared to grab the head of the aunt. The aunt will never forgive him this time, and she will arrest him and report him to the police!"

Xie Jinyan said to Ding Liu: "You have someone arrest him in the government, no, no, you arrest him for interrogation yourself!"

This ruffian may not have any connection with the local government, what if he stuffs money and releases it to harm others.

Ding Liu, who was holding the drunk man, hesitated for a moment, then looked at the prince.

The prince said indifferently: "Didn't you understand the meaning of the little master?"

Ding Liu's heart trembled, he confessed his crime, and slashed the drunk man's neck with a knife, and finally took the unconscious drunk man down neatly.

Aunt Song looked at Young Master Xie with a concerned face, and smiled movedly: "Then please, Young Master. Young Master Xie, your parents have been found? This nobleman is..."

Xie Jinyan took a look at Yan Feibo: "He is my family. He specially brought me here to thank you and uncle for your life-saving grace." He took the glittering gold jewelry box from Yan Feibo's hand, "Ma'am, when I walked to I said in the past that I will give you a full jewelry box next time, take a look at this, do you like it?"

Aunt Song had seen the golden box in the hands of Young Master Xie's family long ago, but she never thought that it was for her, and was almost dazzled by the opened box, so she waved her hands again and again: "I can't buy such a good thing." I want it. Your uncle and I have no children, and we can’t pass it on after we want it. It’s not safe to hold it in your heart, and it’s easy to be missed by thieves.”

Xie Jinyan asked her again: "If my aunt is willing, I can take you and uncle to the capital and buy a house and house slaves for you. This box of jewelry is enough for the two of you to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Aunt Song knew that Young Master Xie was kind-hearted, but she didn't expect him to be so generous. In a rich place like the capital, she can buy real estate at will, and shook her head: "Your uncle and I are used to living in this country, I don't want to Nogen. We appreciate your kindness, and there is no need to repay you, as long as you are well, the aunt will be very happy."

Xie Jinyan was a little embarrassed when she saw the aunt's resolute look.Then Yan Feibo's big palm stroked his hair along twice, telling him not to worry.

Yan Guaiguai repays his kindness, so he has to consider more things for Guaiguai. For example, the village is not rich, and the benefactors have no place to use the money. used things.Besides, for Yan Feibo, Yan Guaiguai's life was only repaid with a box of jewelry, which was too shabby.

Yan Feibo patted Xie Jinyan twice, and then he proposed what he really planned to give back to the obedient savior: "This king has a grain-producing Zhuangzi near the Songjia Village, and now I will give it to you two. Zhuangzi's harvest It is all yours, and you only need to pay half of the harvest to the palace every year. In addition, since you have no experience in managing Zhuangzi, this king will send two people to assist you."

He changed back to the king and claimed that it was because the rewards given by the prince himself, the common people could not refuse.The gifted Zhuangzi is very close to Songjia Village, and it only takes an hour for a horse-drawn carriage to go back and forth, and Aunt Song doesn't have to leave her hometown.Only by paying the harvest every year can you get the protection of the palace, and reducing the proportion to half is only a symbolic collection.

In this way, Da Niang instantly changed from a farmer to the owner of the village. She not only has money, but also has enough rights. Others in the village dare not bully her, but want to curry favor with her.

Aunt Song was almost knocked unconscious by the pie that fell from the sky, and quickly knelt down: "The woman has no eyes, but she doesn't know that it is the prince standing in front of the woman."

The prince's Zhuangzi!There is a Zhuangzi next door to their Songjia Village. Mrs. Song knows that Zhuangzi pays high wages and the work is not tiring. The steward said he was too old and didn't want him.

If the prince is willing to intercede with them and bring Uncle Song to work in the Zhuangzi, Mrs. Song would be so grateful, who would have thought that the prince would give them all of the Zhuangzi!

Aunt Song was dizzy all over, feeling that the world was magical.

Xie Jinyan thought about it for a second, and guessed Yan Feibo's deep meaning very well, and didn't stop Mrs. Song from kneeling and worshiping, but quietly stretched out her finger, hooked Yan Feibo's palm twice, and said to him intimately with her lips : "Thank you."

Being hooked by him like this, Yan Feibo felt that it would be worthwhile for him to send the prince's mansion, let alone a Zhuangzi.

Aunt Song wanted to decline after she came to her senses, but she knew that the prince's status was precious, so what would be bestowed upon her should be accepted, so she kowtowed and agreed after thanking her thousands of times.

Drunk Song was dragged away by an officer. Many villagers saw it. Some courageous villagers talked with Ding Liu and found out that drunk Song was arrested by dignitaries because he offended Aunt Song.

Although Ding Liu didn't say who his master was, everyone thought of the young master that Aunt Song had rescued a few days ago. Someone said a few words about Aunt Song's life, but they didn't take it to heart.As a result, that night, the news spread that the prince of the dynasty personally bestowed Uncle Song with a wealthy Zhuangzi.

The village was still brightly lit at night, and everyone exploded, gathering together to exchange information.

All the villagers realized that the Song family, who had no children and no daughters, had gained power in one day, and they could no longer treat them equally.Every year when the manager of Zhuangzi came to the village to recruit workers, everyone, including the village head, had to fawn on him and call him "Master Guan" and even donate all his family savings to honor him in order to get a job.

But now, Mrs. Song has become the master of Zhuangzi, which is higher than the steward. If they meet each other in the future, they will only kowtow.

Someone whispered: "Hey... I used to say that Mrs. Song is so kind that she will suffer, but it turned out that good people are rewarded."

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There are so many foods on the gourmet map waiting for Xie Jinyan to taste, so after settling this matter, Xie Jinyan thanked Mrs. Song for her enthusiasm to stay, got into the carriage with Yan Feibo, and left Songjia Village.

The two people in the carriage talked in low voices.

"Madam Song called you to thank you, Young Master?"

"Hmm...pseudonym." The system didn't say no, so he used his real name when he came to this village.

"What did you change your name to?" Yan Feibo asked persistently.

"Xie Jinyan. The brocade of Jinxiu Rivers and Mountains, the inkstone of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"En. Jinyan." Yan Feibo repeated.

Xie Jinyan was stunned for a while, feeling that this scene seemed somewhat similar.

Aunt Song still reluctantly sent them to the entrance of the village, beckoning, "Remember to come back."

The carriage gradually moved away, and the conversation between the two people in the carriage became farther and farther away until it disappeared.