Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 476 Farm Life
Feng Nuanyang walked on the street in a daze, but the warm sunshine didn't shine into her heart at all. She looked at the street with people coming and going, and suddenly lost her direction.

"Aiyo, don't step on these thousands of knives, give way quickly..." The old woman lay on the ground impatiently, picking eggs one by one into the basket.

On the bustling and densely packed streets, several eggs were trampled to pieces in just a short while, and the yolks were mixed with dirt.

Feng Nuanyang didn't pay attention, and with a snap, she lowered her head to look at the eggs under her feet, and then at the hunched old woman, feeling a little sorry.

He squatted down, quickly picked up the eggs scattered around, and put them in the basket.

With the help of Feng Nuanyang, although the eggs were still damaged, more than half of the good ones had already been picked, so the loss was minimized.

Feng Nuanyang wiped his forehead, helped the old woman to sit beside him, then ran to a nearby tea stand to get two bowls of tea and brought them over.

After drinking the tea and taking a breath, Feng Nuanyang took out the remaining pieces of silver from the bag and stuffed it to the old woman, with an apologetic voice: "I didn't look at the road just now, and I stepped on the egg, I will treat it as my compensation." of."

The old woman wiped her forehead with her withered hand, shook her head with a smile, and blocked it with her hand: "You are a good boy, if it weren't for you, most of these eggs would not be able to keep, I should thank you."

In the end, Feng Nuanyang didn't insist and took back the money. As compensation, she sent the old woman home.

Fate sometimes closes a door for you and opens another window for you.

Feng Nuanyang went back with Mrs. Wang, knowing that the old man lived alone, her wife and son were killed in the bandit rebellion, and she was left alone, raising chickens and ducks, and selling eggs and duck eggs for a living.

It just so happened that Feng Nuanyang had nowhere to go for the time being, so she stayed and became the goddaughter of Mrs. Wang, under the pseudonym Feng Yang. In order to avoid some disasters, she still wore men's clothing.

Winter went to spring, and the days passed quickly. She started to do all the farm work. In this village with beautiful mountains and rivers, she lived very comfortably. Occasionally, the past days would be heard, and the whole person found those things that were incredible and seemed to be far away from her. Now, thinking of the man in my memory, it's like a dream, but my heart still feels unstoppable pain.

Watching the sunset slowly set over the hill, Feng Nuanyang curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and then walked back to the house with the wooden bucket.

Mrs. Wang brought out the hot food in the cauldron, and then fetched clean water for Feng Nuanyang to wash his hands. Looking at the originally delicate and fair cheeks, they were now stained with a layer of roughness, without the hydration of the past. The beautiful woman with picturesque features, but followed her to nest in this small hill, her eyes were filled with perplexity, and she sighed: "Yang'er, I'm sorry for you, if it wasn't for me, you would have a better place to go. "

This is a common topic. Ever since Feng Nuanyang told Mrs. Wang that she was a girl, and removed her make-up to reveal her whole appearance, Mrs. Wang was happy at first, and lamented her good luck, having gained a caring and pretty daughter. As time passed, she began to worry when she saw her daughter getting older and all the outstanding men in the village had families.

She is a person whose life has already stepped into the coffin. It is impossible to stay with this girl for the rest of her life. Now in the eyes of the villagers, Yang'er is a boy, and she has adopted a godson. What should I do?You can't let her hide it for the rest of her life, and she won't have anyone to accompany her when she gets old.

(End of this chapter)