Enter the room 2

Chapter 61
The woman was about forty years old, she didn't say a word, but looked at Song Jiyun vigilantly, and tugged on the man's sleeve.

The man was about her age, tightened the ax in his hand, ignored Song Jiyun, but asked Yuan Yunzhong behind her: "Where did you come from? How did you get lost?"

Seeing him, Yuan Yunzhong took two steps forward, put Song Jiyun behind him, and said, "We come from Suzhou Mansion. When we got off the bus for a rest, the coachman took our luggage and ran away with the mule cart. We chased him all the way. Come here, the mule cart didn't catch up, and I don't know where I am!"

The man kept looking at them while Yuan Yunzhong was talking.

Maybe they don't look like bad guys, after Yuan Yunzhong finished speaking, his expression gradually relaxed, and he said: "You guys are going to Jingdezhen to seek relatives! That's a bit far away. It's thirty or forty miles away from here!"

Yuan Yunzhong and Song Jiyun couldn't help but looked at each other.

Jingdezhen is less than two miles away from Liang County.Arriving in Jingdezhen is equivalent to arriving in Liang County.

Unexpectedly, they went farther and farther.

The man showed them the way: "Did you see the small road at the foot of the mountain? You go straight along that small road, turn over two mountains, and you will see the post road, and you will arrive at Jingdezhen."

Over two mountains!
Yuan Yunzhong asked without thinking: "Are there any other roads nearby?"

The man shook his head and said, "I only know this road. People in our village also take this road when they leave the mountain."

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Song Jiyun's feet and said, "Is there anyone in your village who can stay overnight? We want to stay overnight."

"No!" The man said immediately, rejecting him very simply.

Yuan Yunzhong was quite surprised, but still smiled at the two of them, bowed his hands and saluted, said "Thank you", and said, "Is there a Town God's Temple or a Earth Temple in the village?"

Of course he doesn't believe what men say, but it's human nature to be wary of them when we meet by chance.

Since he doesn't want to spend the night, he will rest in the Temple of the City God or the Earth Temple first, and then talk about it after dawn.

"No..." The man just uttered a word, but the woman stopped him by pulling his sleeve.

She smiled embarrassedly at Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong, dragged the man aside, and said in a low voice: "Father, you can let these two stay at our house for one night!"

The man glanced at the two of them, but didn't speak.

The woman said: "Don't you forget what we are doing up the mountain?"

The man hesitated.

The woman continued: "Even if we don't keep them, they can still go to the village. What's more, these two people look like the troubled sons and daughters of the rich and noble family. people."

The man was persuaded by the woman and agreed.

The woman walked over with a smile, and said to Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong: "It's not that I, the head of the family, don't want to keep you, it's that the house is a little small, and I'm afraid I'll offend the two nobles."

The man and the woman thought their voices were low enough, but Yuan Yunzhong had excellent hearing and could hear them clearly.

No matter what the reason for these two people to take them in, that is someone else's business.

Let them settle down, Yuan Yunzhong still thanked him again and again.

When the man saw it, his expression became more kind, and he took the initiative to say: "Our name here is Zhaojiaji, my surname is Zhao, and I rank seventh. You can call me Zhao Qi."

He also introduced the woman and said: "This is my wife, if you don't mind, just call her Mrs. Zhao Qi."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded, as a greeting.

Song Jiyun affectionately called the woman "Sister Zhao Qi".

Zhao Qisao smiled heartily at her.

Zhao Qishu stopped chopping and led them down the mountain with an ax on his shoulder.

On the way, Zhao Qi asked Yuan Yunzhong curiously: "I don't think you come from a small family. Why did you go to Jingdezhen to seek relatives?"

Yuan Yunzhong said: "I can draw. I happen to have an uncle who works as a painter in Jingdezhen. I was thinking about finding a job with my uncle."

"Oh! This is a good craft!" Zhao Qi said enviously, "The painters in the kiln are the most difficult to recruit. If you can really paint, you will not have to worry about food and clothing in this life."

Yuan Yunzhong said humbly: "No, I just want to make a living!"

Zhao Qi asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Then what are you good at painting? Characters? Flowers and birds? Or landscapes?"

This is not like a question that an ordinary farmer can ask.

He looked at Zhao Qi calmly, and said: "I am good at painting flowers and birds, but I can also do landscapes. Characters are not good."

The coarse cloth is short and brown, the hands are chapped and rough, the nails are pitch black, and they don't look like people who have read books.

But there are exceptions.

Yuan Yunzhong secretly paid attention.

Song Jiyun and Zhao Qisao, who were walking behind them, were also talking in low voices.

"Your brother looks so good!" Zhao Qisao said with emotion, "Like a golden boy under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Song Jiyun glanced at Yuan Yunzhong.

Even if he falls and rolls from the hillside, he still looks like a dragon and a phoenix, a man of talent.

She couldn't help laughing: "Everyone says so."

Zhao Wusao took a look at Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun said: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing! It's nothing!" Mrs. Zhao waved her hands again and again, and said, "You and your brother don't look very much alike."

This is a bit worrying.

Song Jiyun smiled and said, "My brother is like my mother, and I am like my father."

"No wonder!" Aunt Zhao Qi asked again, "Then is your brother married?"

Song Jiyun was stunned, and said after a while: "Not married yet. However, we are engaged!"

Don't walk around in other people's villages once, and be taken a fancy to by the village flowers, and make troubles.

After hearing this, Zhao Wusao said with emotion: "I don't know what kind of young lady is worthy of your brother."

I really like Yuan Yunzhong's appearance.

Song Jiyun thought of Qian.

I also liked Yuan Yunzhong very much when I saw it.

She couldn't help smiling.

When we got to the foot of the mountain, apart from a rugged dirt road, we also parked an ox cart and piled up more than half of the car's pine branches. Under the pine branches, there was a big tree weighing more than ten feet, which happened to be the material of a beam.

She couldn't help but look a few more times.

Yuan Yunzhong said to Zhao Qi and his wife: "My sister has blisters on her feet, can I take your ox cart back?"

Zhao Qi and his wife were stunned for a moment, although they were heartbroken, it could be seen that Song Jiyun's skin was better than snow, so they agreed.

Song Jiyun didn't think so.

Yuan Yunzhong insisted on asking her to take the car.

She didn't want to disappoint others' kindness, so she thanked Yuan Yunzhong, and was supported by Mrs. Zhao Qiqi to sit on the shaft of the car.

Zhao Qi led the cow and continued to talk to Yuan Yunzhong, asking "what's your surname" and "how many people are there in Youli?" and so on.

Yuan Yunzhong replied half-truthfully, but within half a bowl of tea, he arrived at the village.

Zhao Qi's house is at the entrance of the village. The house is not big, with three main rooms and two side rooms on the left and right, surrounded by a small courtyard.

But both the house and the courtyard are built with bricks.

After entering the door, even the floor is covered with bricks.

Look at the houses in the neighbors, no matter how big or small, they are all made of bricks.

Even the roads in the village are covered with brick slag.

Song Jiyun frowned vaguely.

The yard of Zhao Qi's house was tidy and tidy, but there were half of the pine branches piled up in the yard, which was a bit out of harmony.

Zhao Qi was unloading firewood in the yard.

Mrs. Zhao Qi invited them to sit down in the main room, served them big leaf tea, and said warmly: "You guys haven't had dinner yet, right? I still have some steamed buns with Erhe noodles at home. I'll take them out and steam them for you. Crack an egg to make loofah soup, and you can make do with it first."

Song Jiyun hurriedly said: "No need, we've already had dinner. Just stay with you for one night."

She usually wouldn't eat food from strangers.

After finishing speaking, he took a deep look at Yuan Yunzhong.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't even drink tea.

Zhao Qisao was quite surprised, but she didn't force her, and said, "You guys sit down. I'll go and clean up the east wing. You'll just rest there tonight."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded, but Song Jiyun followed him out.

　After hesitating for a long time, I edited the article according to my own feeling.

　　This article is quite difficult to write. I want to write a full emotional line, but because of my habit, I will always unconsciously return to my parents.Sometimes when you write [-] words, you can only leave [-] words...

　　It is difficult to keep a manuscript in this way of writing.I just want to ask for everyone's opinions. If there is no way to update on the same day again, are you willing to read a draft first, or take a leave?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)