Farmers earn a living with their sons to make money

Chapter 71
In Yueshan Village, Hua Xiaoyao didn't come back from the mountain until the fifth day. The medicine basket was full, and she was carrying three fat hares and two pheasants in her hands.

"Father!"

"grandfather!"

Yun Zirao and Rou Baozi quickly ran to the gate of the courtyard, took the things from Hua Xiaoyao's hands, Dahei who was tied under the jujube tree also stood up, wagging his tail happily.

"Meat bun, grandpa's good grandson, have you practiced calligraphy well these few days?" Hua Xiaoyao put down the pannier on her back and put it on the small table, Yun Ziluo turned around and walked to the fence with the hare and pheasant in her arms , imitating Hua Xiaoyao's previous method, and put the wild rabbits inside to raise them.

"Grandpa, look, Roubaozi is practicing calligraphy. Dad said that Grandpa will check when he comes back. Roubaozi has written very carefully! Grandpa, when you go up the mountain in the future, take Roubaozi with you. The mountain is dark, and Grandpa is alone. I'll be scared!" Hua Xiaoyao hugged Roubaozi to her bosom, listening to Roubaozi's words, she was very touched and warmed in her heart.

Yun Zirao took the basket and bowl from the kitchen, and took the pheasant to Mrs. Qin's house. The pheasant was still alive, and Yun Zirao didn't dare to kill it.

"Father, I'll go to Aunt Qin first, kill these two chickens, and make something delicious for you and the meat buns tonight!"

Hua Xiaoyao waved his hand, turned his head, and looked at the large calligraphy practice paper that Roubaozi held up in front of his eyes. On the rough paper, there were crooked characters written one by one, which seemed to be the result of hard work.

Rou Baozi lowered his head, afraid that Hua Xiaoyao would criticize him, and said in a muffled voice: "Grandpa, is it because my handwriting is too ugly? Dad said that I am weak and can't hold the pen, but my handwriting is better than mine. Ugly, hahaha..."

"Oh?! Your father can also write?" Hua Xiaoyao asked with interest as flashes of light flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, grandpa, look, this piece of paper is all written by dad!" Roubaozi found the one written by Yun Zirao among the stack of large calligraphy practice papers on his small table, unfolded it for Hua Happy to see.

The big paper is full of the names of Yun Zirao and Rou Baozi. The writing is messy and the fonts are of different sizes. It looks like ghostly drawn symbols. You can only recognize the appearance of the characters. If you don’t look carefully, you may think they are idle. It's okay to doodle.

The corners of Hua Xiaoyao's eyes twitched, but one thing was confirmed, that is, Yun Zirao was literate, but the writing was really a bit...

"Grandpa, Dad said this brush is not easy to use, that's why the writing is so ugly. The characters written on the ground with tree branches are better than those written on this paper!" Hua Xiaoyao walked to the bench with meat buns in his arms and sat down, looking at the brush. Yun Zirao's writing, the more I look at it, the more I feel that it is a waste of paper and ink.

"Roubaozi, besides your and her names, did your father write anything else?" Hua Xiaoyao wasn't sure if Yun Zirao had recovered her memory, thinking of Feng Xiaochen from Yueshan County and Yuan Zaimu Hua Xiaoyao felt a little annoyed, wondering if he should go back and have a look.

On the spacious and flat official road leading to Yueshan County, two fast horses galloped so fast that the people on the horses could not be seen clearly.

"Master, Raoyang City is ahead, and there are about three days' journey to Yuecheng. Shall we go to the other courtyard to see Jinluo?"

"No, just take the nearest road to Yueshan County!"

The whip was flying, and pieces of soil gradually rose up. In a blink of an eye, the horse and the people had already run away.

Yueshan County, Yang Family.

Feng Xiaochen took Jin Ming and came to visit boldly.

"Miss Yang, why didn't you see your father?" Feng Xiaochen kept shaking his fan, trying to fan away the pungent smell of powder that got into his nose.

"My father went to the field to check the growth of the rice, and he won't be back for a while, Mr. Feng, you drink tea!" Yang Yurong sat aside, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Xiaochen unscrupulously. Xiao Chen's hair was tense all over.

Jin Ming stood behind Feng Xiaochen without changing his expression, thinking that the letter had already been delivered to the master, and it would not be long before the master would rush back.

At that time, the resplendent Yang family and the corrupt county magistrate will all be wiped out!
Feng Xiaochen picked up the teacup, Yang Yurong was extremely nervous, tightly clasped the armrests on both sides of the chair she was sitting on, and stared at Feng Xiaochen even more.

"Miss Yang, since Yang Yuanwai is not here, I'd better come back next time. Today, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do, so I'm leaving first!" Feng Xiaochen smelled the strangeness of the teacup, changed the angle, and pretended to sip it. After taking a sip, he covered the cup and put the cup on the table.

Seeing Feng Xiaochen drinking the tea, Yang Yurong became more and more nervous and anxious. He tightly clenched his hands holding the armrests of the chair, and began to tear the handkerchief in his sleeve pocket. He sat and waited for Feng Xiaochen to rush towards him, and he heard Feng Xiaochen's words.

Xiaobei stood guard at the door, secretly watching Feng Xiaochen's actions in the flower hall, he was also very excited, desperately suppressing his beating heart, seeing Feng Xiaochen got up and was about to leave, but he didn't know how to stop him .

Xiao Nan walked over with two plates of pastries, seeing Feng Xiaochen leading Jin Ming all the way to the entrance of the flower hall, he felt a little weird.

"Miss, Mr. Feng is leaving!"

"Ah?! What?! Going to leave?!" Yang Yurong came back to his senses after being yelled by Xiao Nan, looked at Feng Xiaochen who was about to leave the flower hall, got up hurriedly, and rushed to Feng Xiaochen.

Feng Xiaochen glanced at Xiaonan, with some ambiguous expressions in his eyes, raised his head and shook his fan, looked at Yang Yurong and said: "Miss Yang, your father is not here today, it just so happens that my son has a few important things to do, so I will go ahead today." Farewell, come visit again another day."

"But Mr. Feng, you drink it..." Yang Yurong's face turned pale, a little urgent.

"Miss! Since Mr. Feng has something to do, we will stay soon, Mr. Feng, go slowly!" Xiao Nan yelled at Yang Yurong, interrupted Yang Yurong's words, and gave her a few winks.

(End of this chapter)