Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 593 Never Sent a Letter Home

Wang Qian has been in Nancheng Village for so long, and he is the person the three young people are most familiar with in this strange place, not to mention that he has come to explain so many reasons.

The young man finally settled down completely, and stopped thinking about it.

Especially for Liu Xuegui, he thought it was funny when he thought about the speculation before.

"No wonder Ding Shi said that we want to learn riding and archery, and let the people in Zhuangzi teach us. I didn't quite understand why the people in Zhuangzi taught us before, but now I know."

Liu Xuegui suddenly laughed.

"I also told Guanshi Chen about the matter of riding and archery today. Guanshi said that I will arrange for you after you get used to the life here and get used to the school affairs."

"Don't worry, we all know how to ride horses, we have been taught by girls, and now we know a lot of boxing skills. Even the guard once joked that we are going to steal their jobs."

Seeing that the teenagers stopped thinking about it, Wang Qian heaved a sigh of relief, so he laughed, emphasizing the matter of the nursing home by the way.

But he is not afraid that the teenagers will ask who the nursing home is. Now that the "long-term workers" are also practicing martial arts, no one can tell who is who.

But the teenagers already understand who is Ding Shi's own servant and who is the real servant in this village.

And they were brought out by Ding Shi, and Wang Qian came here to explain Zhuangzi's affairs to them. They had a sense of pride as confidants, and after talking to Wang Qian for a few words, they handed over their letter to Wang Qian. .

"It seems that you are not used to it." Wang Qian looked at the thick letter, and found that the envelope was wrapped in bamboo paper that had written on it, and couldn't help laughing.

But from the thickness, it can be seen how much they want to tell their families.

As a guard, Wang Qian has been away from home with his master for so long, and he has never sent a letter from home, so he misses it a little at this moment.

But now that the master can't show up, they are also hiding, and it is impossible to contact the outside world.

Seeing the teenagers smiling but not minding being told that they were homesick, he smiled, turned and left.

"It turns out there are so many things we don't know, and I'm almost too scared to sleep at night."

Yang Cheng giggled and put his hand on Yang Deshan's shoulder.

"Let's go, go for a walk, and study as soon as you come back." Liu Xuegui waved to them, and then walked towards the front of the ground.

When the boy came back from his walk, there were already many figures practicing martial arts on the ground.This time they didn't think about it any more, and went straight back to the house to study.

Early the next morning, when Liu Xuegui and the others went to the kitchen to have breakfast and came back to prepare for school, they saw Wang Qian came back with someone picking a few baskets of strawberries.

Under the grape trellises in Nancheng Village, peppers and other low-stake vegetables are planted. Only the farms interplant strawberries on a large scale. The teenagers know about it, but they have never eaten them.

Not long after, Wang Qian got into the carriage and left with a few baskets of strawberries.

When eating at noon, the boy found a bowl of strawberries soaked and washed in light salt water on the moving plate. The color was bright and attractive, and he was overjoyed immediately.

They had heard about this kind of fruit from Ding Shi, and it was a bit like they had seen it while walking in the field, and now they could finally taste it.

In this era, transportation is underdeveloped, and information is not transmitted quickly. If there is something that is not in this world, if you say it is available in a distant place, no one will think about it.

Therefore, Ding Shitou planted strawberries in Daming several centuries in advance. This is just a trial planting, and it will soon spread throughout the world.

That night, when the breeze was cool, Ding Shitou helped Zhao Jian for a walk on the village road and was about to go home to rest when he heard the sound of horseshoes coming from the entrance of the village.

Wang Qian is back.

(End of this chapter)