farming female castellan

Chapter 97 He Hugs Tightly

Chen Fan and Zhang Ci left in the evening, saying they were going to transport the seedlings.

Qin Zheng was driving the carriage, and Chen Fan was sitting in the carriage, watching Zhang Ci playing the flute opposite him.The sound of the flute is melodious and melodious, with an idyllic mood.These six days have been together day and night, and Zhang Ci plays the flute and the piano every night.Chen Fan sometimes plays the qin to complement Zhang Ci's flute.

When it was getting dark, the carriage drove into a large courtyard where more than a dozen carriages were parked.

Tonight's moonlight was soft and bright, and the two of them sat quietly in the courtyard, with a clump of unknown wild flowers in front of them.Finally, there is a bit of an atmosphere.

The content of the conversation is not love between children.

"They have brought a lot of bamboo baskets, which can hold seedlings for you," Zhang Ci said.

"Who are they?"

"Original guards, or secretly performing tasks, are now farmers. They can be trusted." Zhang Ci looked at her.

Chen Fan was silent for a while, and said, "Will anyone go to the land on the other side of Kaiyun Village?"

He nodded slightly: "Yes. I will come along this way, and Bai Ce and Wei Jia will continue to arrange people to come over."

Then, they all lived there as farmers and moved around.The land on Dongtou Mountain must have already been passed by.

Just three days ago, she found that the space had expanded again. There was an additional two acres of open space behind the vegetable field, and the sacks on the edge were suddenly tens of meters away.

Chen Fan soaked dozens of bags of rice seeds and scattered them in the new fields. He was busy for a long time.Normally, two mu of land cannot accommodate so many rice seeds, but time and space can overlap here, Chen Fan naturally wants to stuff as much as he wants, and you can figure out how to grow it yourself.

After a night, green seedlings grew in the field. At night, the seedlings grew taller and crowded, ready to be transplanted.

She had already asked someone to turn over and plow dozens of acres down the mountain in preparation for sowing.Seeing that seedlings can be raised in this space, I planned to let the villagers plant seedlings directly.

She asked Zhang Ci for help, because she wanted to borrow his manpower, and also to use him to cover up people's eyes and ears.

When it was dawn, the yard was full of seedlings, and the guards did not change their expressions, and tied up the seedlings deftly.These living spaces cannot be made, and still rely on manpower.

This group of people was really fast, and by dawn they had all tied up and put them in baskets.After breakfast, everyone loaded the car and set off.

The carriage ran very fast, and arrived at Mustang Mountain in half an hour.The villagers watched the baskets of seedlings unloaded from the carriage, both surprised and delighted.

The area of ​​the terraced fields has been measured and rented out to villagers in four villages.Let them grow grass after they have planted the seedlings.

For three consecutive days, there was a lot of rain, and the villagers transplanted rice seedlings in the rain.

Zhang Ci was writing in the room, while Chen Fan was reading beside him.He really wrote a travel note for Chen Fan, drew a few streets in Taizhou, drew a few scenic spots in Taizhou, and wrote some customs and special products in Taizhou.

"Chen Jian's uncle is the governor of Taizhou, have you seen it?"

"I've seen the portrait." Zhang Ci's tone was very flat, as if answering what kind of food he had for lunch.

"Have you seen all the portraits of the governor?"

"I've seen it." The tone was still very flat.

Chen Fan couldn't stay calm, she turned her head and looked out the window, trying to digest the shock.

What kind of position does it have to be so that there are so many portraits and materials of officials at all levels?

His family background, his appearance, what kind of existence does he have in his hometown?
She wanted to play the piano, so she played "Fishing Boat Singing Evening", a piece she likes very much.When she finished playing a song, Zhangci's flute also sounded, full of longing.

"Are you homesick?" Chen Fan looked at him.

"I often miss home. My maternal grandparents' home is in Taizhou. My maternal grandparents are still alive, and there are many people in the family. I don't know when I will see them again."

"Can I go back?"

"It's hard." He lowered his head, his tone a little stagnant.

Chen Fan felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to comfort him.She is also homesick.

The rainy weather always makes people feel melancholy. It was a quiet time just now, but now it is full of homesickness and depression.

Zhang Ci raised his head suddenly, her distress and her helplessness all fell into his eyes and heart.

"Can you go back?" He looked at her and asked softly.

Don't ask. If you don't ask, I'm just sad. Unfortunately, if you ask, I will lose control of my emotions.Thinking of this, Chen Fan couldn't control himself, tears flowed out.

She quickly buried her head and wept silently.

A pair of hands fell on his shoulders, Chen Fan didn't move, and continued to cry.

He can still often receive messages from relatives, see portraits of relatives, and can pass on his news to relatives to let relatives know his situation, but she will never see relatives again, and relatives will never see her again. .

With his body backed up, Chen Fan cried quietly for a while, then stopped his tears.

She noticed that she was leaning on her arms at the moment.She was a little embarrassed and embarrassed to raise her head immediately.

She struggled in her heart for a while, raised her head halfway, and let go of the hands on her shoulders.

"Wash your face first." Zhang Ci pointed to the washbasin, stood by the window, and looked out the window.

She washed her face and smoothed her forehead.

There were two knocks on the door. Qin Zheng pushed the door open and came in. He lowered his head halfway, put away the washbasin and towels, and closed the door again.

Chen Fan wanted to go out, but Zhang Ci grabbed her hand.She immediately retracted her hand, but she couldn't pull it out, and was held even tighter.The next moment, she was embraced in his arms.

He hugs very tightly.Her heart was beating almost out of her mouth, her ears were buzzing, her face was hot, her body was hot, and her eyes felt a little hot.

"You have me now, you still have me." He hugged her, as if a stone had fallen in his chest, very heavy and stuffy, and also like a stone fell to the ground, very solid.

Chen Fan pinched his fingertips, stretched out his arms around his waist, hesitated for a moment, and hugged him tightly.

Zhang Ci froze for a moment, then hugged her even tighter, she suddenly felt out of breath and let out a muffled snort.He noticed that the hoop was not so tight, but it was still tightly attached to her.

Chen Fan opened his mouth, didn't say anything, opened his mouth again, and said a sentence tremblingly: "You have me now, and you still have me." As soon as he finished speaking, his face was burning hot, and his whole face was wrinkled stand up.

Zhang Ci chuckled: "I will always be there."

Chen Fan didn't speak, but hugged his waist even tighter.

After a long time, he let go of his embrace, and she also let go involuntarily.

Zhang Ci supported her shoulders and pushed her away slightly.Chen Fan was stunned, looked at him, and found that he was looking at her deeply, panicked, turned his face away.But he stretched out a hand and pulled her head away. She didn't dare to look into his eyes, she lowered her eyes, but was caught by his lips.

(End of this chapter)