Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 335

When Mrs. Yang came out of the kitchen to greet her, she saw her little granddaughter winking at her, and the granddaughter and grandson exchanged a few words silently.

Little granddaughter: I know someone is coming from the village.

Mrs. Yang: What should Mr. Xie do?
Little granddaughter: I will arrange it.

So Master Xie stood in the yard and watched the girl from the Zhao family help him clean the dust off his body with a small broom, and there were a lot of dolls around him who were also doing this.

Naturally, everyone couldn't speak at this time, but they also looked very lively.

Xie Chen circled around with the dolls, and then followed Zhao Yuanrang's example and covered his mouth and nose.The children of Fengxia Village nodded to him, meaning that he did the right thing.

Xie Chen only thinks that the people in Fengxia Village are too sincere. It’s fine that he didn’t reveal his identity in the city yesterday, and now he doesn’t treat him like an official. He only has enthusiasm and less restraint towards him. Xie Chen doesn’t feel neglected, but rather comfortable.

After cleaning their bodies, everyone fetched water to freshen up. They all used cold water, and Mr. Xie did not receive preferential treatment.Zhao Yuanrang washed his face and looked sideways, thanking Chen standing beside him washing his face.

Zhao Yuan asked: "My lord, is the water cold?"

Thank you for nodding.

Zhao Yuanrang grinned: "Sir, my eyes are bright after washing."

Xie Chen came from a poor family, and he was valued by a gentleman, and he was taught by his disciples carefully, so that he could pass the imperial examination and step into the official career.

Xie Chen wiped his face with a towel, then looked at Zhao Yuanrang: "How many years have you been studying?"

Zhao Yuanrang said with a smile: "After I moved to Taozhou when I was studying seriously, I only started learning after I met my husband. When I was at home, I followed my father to learn and read."

Xie Chen thought of Mr. Song, the children of the Zhao family were also blessed to find such a teacher.

"However," Zhao Yuan said, "my elder sister is the real disciple of the husband. We were forced by the elder sister to the husband. The elder sister said that this is called adding heads."

Xie Chen couldn't help laughing when he heard this, is there anyone else who "adds heads" like this?Mr. Song must have liked this female disciple so much that he agreed?It seems that I was discouraged and wanted to walk around casually, but ended up stuck in Fengxia Village and couldn't get out?
Xie Chen said: "What do you do on weekdays?"

Zhao Yuanrang said: "All the adults in the village go to work in the stockade, and my grandma and they also go, and the rest of us, the young ones, stay in the village with my husband."

Xie Chen was a little surprised: "Everyone in the village goes to the village?"

Zhao Yuanrang nodded: "My father and the others went to build the dung cellar, my mother and the others went to do needlework, my grandmother and the others did some food and selling, and my fourth uncle and uncle Niu even built spinning wheels by themselves. Not enough, the migrants from the surrounding villages are still here.”

When Xie Chen heard about the dung cellar, his heart brightened. The stockade raises livestock, and the dung cellar is naturally useful. The female family members are good at needlework, and he can understand selling some food, that is...

"Can you make spinning wheels yourself?"

"Yes," Zhao Yuan said, "the spinning wheel is at Mr.'s house, do you want to go and have a look?"

Xie Chen said: "Isn't Mr. Song not in the village? Isn't it good for us to go there like this?"

"It's okay," Zhao Yuan said, "We often do this, sir, you won't blame me, just tell Second Grandpa."

Xie Chen really wanted to see the spinning wheel, so he was dragged out of the house by Zhao Yuanrang.

The meal has not been cooked yet, and the female relatives in the village are still looking for it.When Xie Chen arrived in the courtyard, he found that the people in Fengxia Village were still doing their own things. When they saw him, they just smiled and didn't have much courtesy. This kind of atmosphere made people blend into it unconsciously.

However, Xie Chen still found that the girl from the Zhao family entered the kitchen holding two cups of tea.

It stands to reason that a farmer's family shouldn't be like this even if they drink tea. Could it be that the Zhao family still has guests?Xie Chen was thinking about it, when he saw the curtain of the kitchen room was lifted, and there was a figure standing at the door looking towards him.

"My lord, let's go!"

Zhao Yuanrang's voice came, Master Xie looked away.

"Just go from here," Zhao Yuanrang pointed to a gap in the corner, "We usually go to Mr.'s house like this."

Xie Chen doesn't know what to say, instead of going through the main entrance, just go through a hole?It's really... convenient, it seems that there are two families, what's the difference between them and one family?
Xie Chen thought about cat waist through the hole in the wall.

……

in the stove.

The white lady lifted the curtain and watched until Xie Chen's figure disappeared.Not seeing each other for a few years, Xie Chen seems to have aged a lot, back then he and Jiang Wei looked very high-spirited.

"Mother Bai," Zhao Luoyang said, "My younger brother took her away. If you want to go back to the village, it's best to start now."

The white lady understood what Zhao Luoyang meant, people from the village didn't come out often, because they were afraid of causing trouble, especially court officials like Xie Chen.

The girl from the Zhao family can think of this, which shows that the girl knows a lot about the relationship between the village and the government office.

The white woman looked at the steaming cauldron: "I haven't eaten the rice yet, don't worry about leaving."

Zhao Luoyang smiled: "Okay, then I'll send you and the patriarch away after we finish eating."

The white lady nodded: "However, I may cause trouble to the village if I am here."

Zhao Luoyang didn't care: "If we are afraid of trouble, we will not go to the village to find work from the beginning."

Zhao Luoyang spoke clearly, and the white woman looked at her for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right."

The white lady continued to go back to the stove to add firewood, Zhao Luoyang didn't stop her, and the old lady Yang didn't care even more, she chatted with the white lady every day.

Pulling out some hot ashes from the stove, Zhao Luoyang buried the eggs in his bosom, made another small tile, and put a handful of beans on it.

The white lady looked down.

Old Madam Yang said: "She likes to tinker with these things. The dolls in the village like to hang around her, knowing that she has delicious food here."

In fact, the beans are not delicious, and the eggs are probably baked because she is here.The white woman looked at Zhao Luoyang thinking about it, and found that Zhao Luoyang took another small iron pot and put it on the clay stove.

The charcoal fire in the tandoor had been extinguished, and there was only residual warmth. Zhao Luoyang picked up a piece of cheese and put it in a small pot, and then handed the white woman a few pieces of dried meat that she had roasted hot.

"When the cheese melts, put it on top of the dried meat," Zhao Luoyang said, "It's delicious."

Old Madam Yang glanced at it and laughed out loud: "On weekdays, I put the pottery bowl on the charcoal fire to heat her cheese. I don't know how many bowls I burned. Fortunately, I found a small pot at Mr. Song's place."

The white woman followed Zhao Luoyang's example, picked up the heated cheese, put it on the dried meat, and bit down.

The meat is crisp and fragrant with a layer of cheese tenderness, and it is indeed more delicious after chewing.

The white lady ate all the jerky in her hand, and then she looked at Zhao Luoyang again: "The stockade is a place that produces a lot of milk, why don't you eat these?"

Zhao Luoyang said: "I like to tinker with food. I used to have no cheese at home. Now that I have it, I want to eat it more delicious. Or I'm busy all day trying to figure something out."

Mrs. Yang listened to her little granddaughter and said, "Promise."

The white woman leaned back, feeling a little more relaxed: "Eat and drink well, and live a comfortable life is the real skill." She looked at Zhao Luoyang, and suddenly understood why she liked this girl.

She has seen many smart people, but it is really rare for Zhao Luoyang to be so undisguised, with a sense of freedom on his body.From the bottom of her heart, she envied Zhao Luoyang very much.

A fragrant smell of baked beans came, a handful of unremarkable beans, at such a time, can be fragrant to the heart.

So what she lacks these years is nothing but the smell of fireworks.If she was a little hesitant just now, whether she should stay and see Xie Chen, now she doesn't want to leave at all.

Zhao Luoyang looked at the thoughtful white woman and continued to wrap the cheese on the dried meat. Shi Jiu's voice came from his mind: "I want to eat it too."

"Okay," Zhao Luoyang said, "I'll keep it for you."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Luoyang broke apart the jerky, gave one piece to her milk, and she ate the other piece into her stomach.

Shi Jiu said, "Didn't you keep it for me?"

"Well," Zhao Luoyang said, "Stay in my stomach."

Shi Jiu also laughed, and suddenly thought of something in his mind, he lowered his eyes, and warmed his cheeks unknowingly.

……

In the west room of Mr. Song's courtyard.

Xie Chen looked at the loom in front of him and the picture in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face.

He never thought that a Fengxia village could make such a thing and draw such a detailed picture.

What kind of person is Mr. Song?Has such a talent?

(End of this chapter)