The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

The sky is steaming...

at dusk.

The sky is full of clouds and clouds, and the twilight of roses penetrates through the lush forests, and the branches and leaves shatter the golden-red light all over the place.

Jing Min rolled up his sleeves high, and planted the seeds skillfully and quickly at the front. Ye Xiaozhou followed behind him, hurriedly dragging buckets to water the small pits.

When the afterglow of the sky was completely replaced by night, the two finally completed the work of planting seeds.

Ye Xiaozhou was so tired that he slumped on the stone and refused to leave. He felt that he had grown so big, and he had never been so tired as in the past two days.

He raised his head and asked Jing Min: "Can we stop farming?"

Jing Min honestly replied: "If you don't cultivate the land, you will have nothing to eat."

"But..." Ye Xiaozhou pouted, "But didn't those clothes of mine pawn some money?"

He paused, then continued: "We can live in the town and start a small business that is not so difficult. Haven't you also studied? Maybe you can also go to the exam for fame. When the time comes, we will get ahead. You can return to Jiangnan in a legitimate way."

Jing Min didn't answer in silence.

Ye Xiaozhou thought he said something wrong, panicked, so he added: "We can still take your mother over, I also hid a lot of private money and didn't bring it, we can live a good life by then day."

"Xiao Zhou," Jing Min sat down beside him, and said patiently, "The money is far from enough, the houses in the town are not cheap, and besides farming and practicing martial arts, I have no other skills Yes. As for reading...Xiao Zhou, a person like me cannot read."

Ye Xiaozhou didn't understand at all, he asked: "Why?"

Jing Min shook his head and smiled wryly: "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are already a lot of money. Besides, besides you, there is an old lady who needs to be taken care of at home. If I go to study, what should our family do?"

Ye Xiaozhou suddenly became speechless, he felt that he was really too useless, after leaving Ye Mansion, he realized that he was a useless idiot at all.

Although he is a master who responds to everyone in Ye Mansion, a treasure held in the palm of his hand, but for a person like Jing Min who is still struggling for food and clothing, such a useless treasure is undoubtedly just a drag.

Ye Xiaozhou felt very shocked.

After returning home, he didn't have much time to chat with Jing Min, and fell asleep after washing his hands and feet.

However, when it was almost dawn, he had a nightmare. In the dream, Jing Min abandoned him and left. He looked for him everywhere but couldn't find him. Xiaozhou can only look around helplessly.

Then the scene changed, Ye Xiaozhou pushed open the door of their house, and when he looked up, he saw Jing Min's old lady hanged on the beam of the house, her face was ashen, her tongue almost fell to the ground.

Immediately after he covered his mouth and ran out, he saw a person lying in the courtyard. He ran over to break the person's face, but saw his own face with bleeding from all seven orifices.

He couldn't help shouting, and ran out without taking a second look, in front of the gate was the river, he suddenly saw a corpse floating up from the river, wearing Jing Min's clothes.

Ye Xiaozhou couldn't help crying out in pain, and then woke up with tears on his face.

Jing Min was sitting beside him at this time, took out the champagne he carried with him to wipe his tears, and asked very gently: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Xiao Zhou is not afraid," Jing Min calmed him down, "It's all fake."

Ye Xiaozhou was still immersed in the nightmare just now and couldn't wake up. Jing Min saw that his face was flushed strangely, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The cold back of his hand touched Ye Xiaozhou's burning forehead, and he opened his eyes again, finally regaining consciousness.

"It seems to have a fever." Jing Min withdrew his hand, with a look of worry on his face, "My mother still has some herbs for treating wind and cold, I'll go and boil some for you."

Just when Jing Min was about to get up, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly grabbed his hand, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't go, don't go, okay?"

Jing Min touched his cheek, and said in a warm voice: "I have to make medicine for you, this disease will only be healed after drinking medicine, be good."

After speaking, he let go of his hand.

After Jing Min left, Ye Xiaozhou felt flustered inexplicably. He felt like a drowning person floating in the water, but the water surface was empty, not even a straw. He felt like he couldn't catch anything. live, so very insecure.

Not long after, Jing Min came in with a basin of warm water.

"I asked my mother to watch the medicine brewing in the yard." Jing Min put down the basin, and then said, "I'll wipe your body first and dissipate the heat first, maybe it will be better."

After Jing Min finished speaking, he opened Ye Xiaozhou's underwear, only to find that there were some small pink rashes on his body, and some places had even been scratched by him, but such porcelain-white skin, pink scratches very conspicuous.

Jing Min frowned, guessing that it was because the room was too hot that the little red spots appeared on his body.

Ye Xiaozhou felt itchy, and subconsciously wanted to continue to scratch, but Jing Min grabbed his hand, and his tone was quite serious: "Don't scratch anymore."

"But it's so itchy," Ye Xiaozhou said with tears in his eyes, "I can't help it."

"It doesn't look good with scars."

Ye Xiaozhou was so itchy that he couldn't help twisting his body, rubbing against the bedding and clothes, and said aggrievedly: "I'll just scratch it for the last time, okay?"

Jing Min still disagreed, and indifferently patted his hand stretched out to the neck, vetoing: "No."

Immediately afterwards, Jing Min wiped his body carefully twice, Ye Xiaozhou felt that his body was not so itchy, but suddenly felt sleepy again, and said in a muffled voice: "I want to sleep."

"Okay." After Jing Min finished speaking, he took the hair tie on Ye Xiaozhou's clothes at the head of the bed, and then pressed his two slender white wrists. Bound, tied to the head of the bed.

Ye Xiaozhou's drowsiness suddenly disappeared halfway: "What are you doing?"

Jing Min said indifferently: "I'm afraid you can't help scratching when you fall asleep."

"But this is very uncomfortable." Ye Xiaozhou grievously tugged at the ribbon that was wrapped around his wrist.

"If you scratch your face, you will feel even more uncomfortable."

Ye Xiaozhou thought about it, if there were scars on his body, it would really look bad, so he compromised.

Jing Min looked at Ye Xiaozhou's aggrieved appearance, the tears in his eyes hadn't disappeared, his cheeks and ears were abnormally red, because of crying, even the tip of his nose was pink, like Secretly applied rouge.

Coupled with the fact that his hands were pulled over the top of his head by the turquoise ribbon, he looked like a doll that could be manipulated.

Jing Min suddenly thought of wanting to bully him severely, want to watch him cry, and listen to his begging for mercy.

But he restrained himself, if he broke his face too early, it would be too cheap for Ye Xiaozhou.

More than half an hour later, Jing Min came in with the boiled medicine, and Ye Xiaozhou was woken up by the sound of the door being pushed open and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Ye Xiaozhou found that his body was icy cold and no longer itchy, as if someone had applied some kind of plaster.

"Drink the medicine," Jing Min smiled at him, "I know you are afraid of suffering, I also prepared sugar snowballs, and I will reward you with one after three sips."

Ye Xiaozhou shook his head, he felt like vomiting when he smelled the smell of Chinese medicine.

"Can I have a drink?" he asked.

Jing Min said decisively: "No, it will be better after drinking."

"I don't want to drink." Ye Xiaozhou pursed his lips tightly after finishing speaking.

"If you keep doing this," Jing Min suddenly elongated his tone, and his tone was no longer so gentle, "I'm going to be rough."

Ye Xiaozhou pursed his lips and refused to speak.

"You really don't want to drink?"

Ye Xiaozhou still refused to answer.

Jing Min's face suddenly turned cold, and then he made a move that made Ye Xiaozhou unbelievable - he forcefully squeezed Ye Xiaozhou's mouth open, then took the bowl of warmed medicine, facing him His mouth gulped it down.

Ye Xiaozhou had no power to resist because his hands were bound and his body was weak.

It wasn't until the bowl of soup was poured that Jing Min let go, Ye Xiaozhou seemed to have choked, lifted his body slightly, leaned over the bed and coughed fiercely.

After finally stopping coughing, he began to retch again, and the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine came up, causing Ye Xiaozhou to wrinkle his face in pain.

Physiological tears couldn't stop flowing down, Ye Xiaozhou had never seen such a scene, the cold made him feel very scared.

Jing Min reached out and rubbed his forehead hair, and said expressionlessly: "Don't look at me like this, if you don't drink the medicine, you will die - do you want to die?"

Ye Xiaozhou cried: "I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home..."

"Why?" Jing Min frowned, as if in distress, "Don't you want to be with me?"

"You are different from before. You used to... never treat me like this," Ye Xiaozhou grabbed his hand, and warm tears fell on his cold fingertips. "Let's go back to Jiangnan together, shall we?" Okay, let's apologize to my dad, I'll beg him, I'll beg him hard, and he will definitely agree."

Jing Min let out a "tsk", with a little contempt on his face: "This is the third day, I can't bear it anymore, so how will you pay back what you owe me?"

Ye Xiaozhou's mind was muddled, he couldn't understand what he meant at all, he just cried and said: "Shall we go home?"

Jing Min stood up indifferently.

Ye Xiaozhou cried even more hoarsely, and now he really regrets it.

He regretted abandoning his original life of rich clothes and good food, abandoning his father who loved him and loved him, and recklessly threw himself into the current miserable life of notoriety and poverty.

He felt that he might really be a hopeless idiot.