From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 777 Flower Stand
Ye Xiaoxiao nodded faintly while listening, still biting the pancake bit by bit.

In the village not far away, a figure flashed away under the shade of a tree, and then disappeared.

After lunch, everyone found a shady place to lie down and rest, only Feng Junran stood up silently, walked to a bush, pulled out a few logs, and pulled out a few tools, jingling I don't know what to do.

Zhan Jing was still following him, Ye Xiaoxiao looked at it from a distance for a while, and for some reason, she just walked over in such a strange way.

"What are you doing?" Ye Xiaoxiao squatted aside, her big eyes flickering, watching the man smoothen a thick piece of wood, and then nail the two pieces of wood together, making a shelf in a short while look like.

The man glanced at her, but he didn't say anything, he just kept doing it, which made Zhan Jing raise her head proudly, and glanced at Ye Xiaoxiao.

She didn't get an answer, and the little man wasn't angry. She looked around and saw a lot of logs scattered in the forest, so she stood up and ran over to pick out some good-looking ones, which were thick and strong, and gave them to her. dragged back.

Although she didn't know what this man was going to do, it looked like the wood he used was like this, and this man was very gentle and kind to himself, and the woman also said that she didn't work...

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help raising her eyebrows, hum, isn't she working now? !
So she rolled her eyes, Zhan Jing was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at Ye Xiaoxiao, didn't this little girl look easy to bully from just now?Why did he suddenly become so strong now, and dare to roll her eyes?
When she was angry, she suddenly remembered the man beside her. Zhan Jing hurriedly lowered her head and saw that he was still concentrating on putting on airs, so she couldn't help but raised her head, snorted coldly, and rolled her eyes at Ye Xiaoxiao, So under the fireball-like sunlight at noon, the two rolled their eyes at each other there, you glared at me, I glared at you.

And the man who was silently putting on airs couldn't help but raised his head, looking at Ye Xiaoxiao's beautiful peach eyes, he kept flipping up and down again and again, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and continued to lower his head, doing What you should do.

This is Xiaoxiao, who refuses to admit defeat and is stubborn. If she forgets, he will help her think slowly, think slowly...

The breeze blows, and the wild flowers on the rice paddies are blown back and forth, exuding a faint fragrance. From time to time, butterflies fly across the fields, and a little bit of bright color flickers their wings, reflecting each other with the wild flowers on the ground. .

After Feng Junran finished ordering the last piece of wood, he slowly lifted up the row of shelves, and then inserted them on the side of the road.

The shelf is very high, almost as tall as a person, even if you stretch out your hands and jump up, you can't reach it, but Feng Junran stands up the shelf by himself.

The surrounding villagers who had woken up couldn't help but look over, their eyes widened.

They all knew very well in their hearts that this man stayed here because of his wife who didn't remember anything, and he insisted on being alone, even if they wanted to help, he refused.

Zhan Hong stretched his head to look. The only path leading to the village was very long. After all, the land outside Zhouzhuang was much larger. After walking along this path, the road ended with the Huaihua trees they passed by when they came. woods.

Such a long road, if you do it all the way on the shelf, if you do it by yourself, it must not be impossible for half a year.

Thinking of this, Zhan Hong's heart trembled for some unknown reason. He turned his head to see that the little girl was still picking up the thick wood in the forest. She grabbed one side with her small claws, dragged it back with great effort, and threw it at the man's feet. And Feng Junran neither said thank you nor raised his head, as if it should be taken for granted, he picked up the wood on the ground, peeled off the rough skin, made it as smooth as possible, and then nailed it together.

Behind everyone was the first frame that was just made. This frame was made on the first day the man came to the village, and he had been doing it for a long time.

No one knew why the man was so obsessed with this air, everyone just thought it might be because it was too hot outside, and they wanted to make an air so that this little girl could cool off.

So the people in the village stood up silently and continued to work in the field.

Since someone spends money, they say nothing and ask nothing.

Zhan Hong looked back and saw that Zhan Jing was still surrounded by the man, so he couldn't help but said, "Zhan Jing, why don't you take that vat back to Aunt Liu? What are you doing sitting there?"

Zhan Jing snorted, then got up unwillingly, gave Ye Xiaoxiao a hard look, turned around and picked up the tank that had already bottomed out, and walked home with three steps.

So the people in the village no longer care about these two people, they always feel that the man who planned all this can control the current situation, so they don't need to intervene, and the man is so cold, they can't intervene.

Zhan Jing walked back to the garbage with a grunt, placed the vat in the yard as soon as she entered the door, and walked into the wing angrily.

In the wing room, a woman is sitting beside the spinning wheel in a daze, her eyes are quietly looking out of the window, the sun shines in from the small window, casting a faint halo on the shadow of the person.

"Sister, what are you doing? What are you thinking?" Zhan Jing walked over curiously, the woman was startled, and then slowly turned her head.

With peaceful eyes and a faint smile on the woman's face, seeing Zhan Jing subconsciously lifted up her apron and wiped her hands, she said with a smile, "Then what, why does it seem like there are outsiders in the village?"

Zhan Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that this sister had never been out of this door since she came to Zhouzhuang, so she naturally didn't know what happened outside.

So she snorted coldly, and said with a very unhappy look: "There is a master whose wife can't remember anything, even him, so this master spent money and gave it to everyone in the village to let everyone Let's play with him, hmph, isn't that woman very good-looking, so why bother?"

What Zhan Jing said was sour, she thought that no matter if it was a man or a woman, as long as they were infatuated, they would naturally be very popular.

The woman hummed lightly, lowered her head and thought for a long time before she couldn't help asking: "Well, what's that man's name?"

Zhan Jing raised her head and thought for a while: "Feng Junran."

Hearing this name, the woman's hand trembled slightly, her fingers accidentally pricked the spindle, and a little blood dripped out instantly.

"Oh, Miss Hua, what are you doing?"

Zhan Jing bandaged her while complaining: "Why are you so careless?"

(End of this chapter)