food color and fragrance

Chapter 10 is not the taste

Fanyin went to look carefully at Liu's tomb again.

The tombstone is very new, and the knife marks left by the lettering can be vaguely seen, and the characters painted in red are also very bright, obviously it has just been painted not too long ago, not too long ago.

Is it fake?Fanyin felt a little certain in her heart, but she knew that this matter could not be mentioned for the time being, otherwise her own identity would also be exposed?

But the Yang family deceived Yang Zhiyuan in this way, she felt a little angry in her heart, even the tomb of the dead could be faked, what else would they not dare to do?

After eating with Yang Zhiyuan, the mother-in-law's cooking skills can at best taste the saltiness, but not the fragrance of the dishes. Fanyin doesn't know whether he is too picky or absent-minded, but feels that the meal tastes like chewing wax, which is very uncomfortable.

Yang Zhiyuan saw that Sanskrit was silent, and when his mother-in-law went to pack up after dinner, he couldn't help asking her, "Huai Liu, do you still have something on your mind?"

Fanyin didn't expect him to be so caring, thought for a while, and said, "I'm thinking about my mother's tomb, why isn't it in the Yang family's ancestral tomb."

After hearing her words, Yang Zhiyuan froze for a moment, and after a while, he explained as if to comfort himself:
"No one has ever told you about the Yang family, right? The reason why the Yang family has become the leader of the three generations of the Yang family village is also related to the ancestors. The ancestors are a rich and wealthy squire in this place. They have thousands of hectares of fertile land and hundreds of houses in their family. They are generous and willing to give alms to the poor. , and then the number of agricultural workers working for him gradually increased, and laborers from other villages and counties abound.”

"But there are too many people, and things are complicated. Every once in a while, there will be conflicts over trivial matters, but they all come to the ancestors to solve them. He really doesn't have the energy."

"So the county merged several small villages with the old ancestor's land to form a large village, and the old ancestor became Lizheng, and Yang Family Village was named after it."

Yang Zhiyuan stood up and looked around, "...they will have their own arguments. This village belongs to the Yang family, so how can there be any ancestral grave or not?"

Although he smiled, it was a bitter smile and resentment, and there was even more resentment that could not be calmed down in his heart.

Sanskrit did not speak again, Yang Zhiyuan saw that she was still silent and displeased, he seemed to encourage himself, but also comforted him: "Three generations have been torn apart in less than 200 years. Anyone else remember?"

"Being a father must make a difference in the official career, not only for me, but also for your mother, and you."

After Yang Zhiyuan finished speaking, he got up and left, and continued to guard by Liu's tomb, occasionally silent, and occasionally talking to himself.

It can be seen that he has very strong feelings for Liu Shi, or maybe he has lost a partner to confide in, and his heart is empty...

Fanyin looked out the window silently, Yang Zhiyuan misunderstood her point, but after hearing his forbearance, Fanyin didn't dare to ask any further.

Because that's not only gouging out people's hearts, but also making trouble for oneself.

Fanyin didn't sleep well all night.

There was only one bed in the hut, and she huddled in the corner. Yang Zhiyuan entered the room late at night, squinted at the table for a while, and when it was dawn, Liu Fu drove the donkey cart to pick them up.

"...The Eldest Master was caught drinking again when he went back yesterday. He can't get up today. The Second Master can't do it all by himself. Now that even the old lady comes out to socialize, the Third Master should come back sooner."

Yang Zhiyuan felt quite helpless. Although Liu Fu's words were exaggerated, Yang Zhifei's appearance yesterday was really worrying.

Sanskrit didn't doubt this, at least Liu Fu's dark blue eyes could tell that he must have served Yang Zhifei all night and couldn't calm down. He left Yang's house in the middle of the night.

But could Yang Zhifei be so tormented that he couldn't get up?Sanskrit snickered even more intensely, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil, they even dared to make fake graves, what else would they not dare to do?

Live it!

After talking to Liu Shi in front of the grave for a long time, Yang Zhiyuan took the Sanskrit voice on his way home.

Along the way, the scenery of the countryside, the fragrance of green grass and flowers, and the Sanskrit music had no intention of admiring her. All her thoughts were on how to follow Yang Zhiyuan to leave Yangjiacun.

After all, she is not the real Yang Huailiu, and Mrs. Yang may firmly refuse to allow Yang Zhiyuan to take her away.

Although Yang Zhiyuan said to leave the matter to him, he was kept in the dark, Sanskrit had to be selfish, and Mrs. Wu Nan, she wanted to find out the current situation of Mrs. Wu Nan, what should she do?

Old Madam Yang watched Yang Zhifei drink a bowl of soup, her mouth was full of bitterness.

Yang Zhifei thumped his chest angrily, wondering why he fell down suddenly, and even held grudges against the few villagers who grabbed him for drinking yesterday.

"The third child values ​​that girl very much. No matter whether the mother wants to keep her or not, she must find an explanation, so as not to be criticized by the villagers who know the identity of the little nun."

Thinking of Yang Zhiyuan's loving eyes on Sanskrit yesterday, Yang Zhifei had to think more.

Old Mrs. Yang snorted coldly, "I didn't expect the little nun to have so many eyes. Even with Master Wu Nan controlling her, she dared to get close to the third child."

"It's useless to complain at this time, and you have to think about how to make things right. It's not just a few servants of the Yang family who know the truth, it's the whole village. It's not just a few pairs of eyes staring, but also so many mouths. "Yang Zhifei didn't want to listen too much, he was already weak and weak, how could he listen to complaints?
The old lady was also afraid of her eldest son's temper. After all, it was Yang Zhiqi who caused the trouble, and she was also an accomplice.

"Otherwise... you say that the child in the ranking is not the child of the third family? That child has been practicing with Master Wu Nan since her mother passed away?"

"Whose family is that?" Yang Zhifei looked at the old lady with fierce eyes, and swallowed her words in shock, "If the second brother caused trouble, say it was his, the second daughter-in-law My son refused to agree, so he said he was born outside, and dared not give his name."

"But the little nun has been with Mr. Wu Nan for three or four years..." Yang Zhifei still hesitated, "So it's okay?"

"What's wrong? The old nun only started to help the villagers in the past two years. Who really remembers how long she's been here? It's just that we don't want to reveal the identity of the little nun. What do they know? ? You can get to the bottom of it with a few words? If you have that kind of heart, they won't be able to open their mouths!"

The old lady's face was vicious, and her face was trembling, causing the women beside her to stick out their tongues.

"Liu's old grave must be dug quickly!"

Yang Zhifei thought for a long time, and said this sentence in a daze.

The old lady hurried to the door to call Mrs. Liu, and asked Liu Fu to handle this matter as soon as she came back.

It seemed that the worry in his heart had been resolved, and Yang Zhifei's gloomy face turned a little brighter. Before he had been free for a long time, he heard a word from outside the door that Yang Zhiyuan and Fourth Miss had returned.

Sanskrit was quickly shut back to her room by Mrs. Yang on the grounds that she was "too tired and needed a rest".

Although the two maids came forward to greet her, they also took turns guarding the door, seeming to look at her intentionally and not allowing her to go out casually.

Yang Zhiyuan was invited by the old lady and Yang Zhiqi to the dinner party. Although Yang Zhiyuan had declined this matter earlier, he had to change his original plan because of Yang Zhifei's "accidental" illness.

But tomorrow's plan of worshiping the ancestors has not changed. Yang Zhiyuan will leave Yangjiacun in two days and go to Qingcheng county government office.

Sanskrit gradually calmed herself down. She didn't have much time, and she couldn't fully pin her hopes on Yang Zhiyuan. Perhaps in her heart, she still didn't fully trust and rely on Yang Zhiyuan like a father.

She admits that she feels insecure because of a guilty conscience, because she is a fake, and except Mrs. Wu Nan, there is no one in this world who she can trust [-]%.

Mrs. Wu Nan... Thinking of her, Sanyin wanted to go to the Buddhist hall even more eagerly, but when she turned to the door, the two servants were like two blocking walls, which made her heart sink gradually...

"...I'm a little hungry, let Mrs. Liu come over, I want to eat something."

Sanskrit ordered Mrs. Liu, and the maid immediately replied: "Miss Fourth just needs to say the name of the dish if you want to eat, and the maidservant can pass the message."

"Do you remember the dishes I said?" Sanskrit voice was indifferent, and the maid didn't budge, "I remember it carefully!"

Fanyin chuckled, "Then ask her to cook a lettuce dish for me."

"Kill... what is lettuce?" The servant woman was a little surprised, she had never heard of the name of this dish.

"Didn't you say you can remember it? Then go spread the word. If Mrs. Liu's dishes don't taste right, don't blame me for being picky." Sanskrit sat down at the table slowly, writing scriptures silently.

The maid was a little hesitant and wanted to send a message, but what if Mrs. Liu really did something wrong?Do you want Mrs. Liu to come over?
After asking another maid to stay, she ran to call Mrs. Liu, this fourth young lady is not a good servant, so don't make her criticize.

Seeing that servant girl left, Fanyin couldn't help but put down her pen and started chatting with another one.

"Are you from Yang Family Village?"

"I'm not. I'm a newcomer to Yangjia Village. The man and son in the family are farm workers hired by the old lady."

"Are there any other relatives in the family?"

"Yes, I have a girl who is already fourteen this year!" The woman couldn't help feeling emotional when she mentioned her daughter, "It's not too young, it's time to find someone to marry!"

"Then go and ask me to have a look. If it's a good one, I'll make a promise to someone else later." Sanskrit hurriedly said, the reason why she sent the other one away was because he was a slippery one.

The servant woman didn't say a word after hearing this, but just smiled and didn't move.

Fanyin was a little disappointed, and suddenly talked about the Buddhist hall again, "By the way, I just wrote the scriptures these two days, and you can help me send it to the Buddhist hall to Mrs. Wu Nan. Don’t forget, or the teacher will blame you.”

"Miss Si, I can't leave you. This is what the old lady specially ordered." The servant woman was a little embarrassed, "I'm also just on duty, so don't make things difficult for me."

"Don't let me leave? Well, I'll go, you follow." Sanskrit walked out as soon as he spoke. The servant woman was a little startled, and hurried forward to stop her, "You can't go!"

"Why can't I go? This is the Yang family, so I can't just leave at will?"

The Sanskrit voice sternly yelled, and the servant woman was anxious, "You just can't go!"

"I'm leaving!"

"No... Fourth Miss, my teacher, she's gone!"

　Meow~~~~~~ Ask for a ticket~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)