Warm Life

Ouyang Yifan raised an eyebrow and indifferently looked at her hair.

Sun Ye Xuan understood. She couldn't comb her ancient hair, so she wore two little braids.

However, his observation skills were still strong. Sun Yuanjie, his father, did not notice this characteristic.

"Xuanxuan, did you buy these things?" Sun Yuanjie stared at Sun Ye Xuan and Sun Lingyu in shock.

Sun Ye Xuan intentionally looked at Sun Yuanjie nervously, as if she was a child who was afraid of being scolded by an adult. Her expression was especially aggrieved. Sun Yuanjie, seeing this, knew that what he said just now was very inappropriate. His face looked a little unnatural. He coughed lightly and laughed dryly, "My daughter is really capable. If I had known you were going to buy so many things, I would have gone with you. What use can your second brother have? "

Sun Lingyu was looked down upon. He exposed his strong arms and stared at Sun Yuanjie in dissatisfaction. "Dad, my strength is not as good as yours, right?"

"Is that so? I think you're even inferior to your sister. " Sun Yuanjie disdainfully said, "Your sister has so many things in her arms, so there isn't a drop of sweat on her forehead. But what about you? It's so weak that can't withstand the wind! "

Sun Lingyu dejectedly said, "Father, am I your biological son?" Could it be that you and your mother picked it up on the mountain? "Why don't you like me?"

Sun Yuanjie ignored Sun Lingyu. He tidied up the items that Sun Ye Xuan and Sun Lingyu brought back, so as to not dirty the cloths and clothing. The whole oxcart was filled to the brim, so the living beings could only sit on the sacks of rice. There was still a seat beside Ouyang Yifan, but they could not let Sun Ye Xuan sit there, otherwise it would easily lead to gossip.

Sun Ye Xuan didn't have this worry. She sat beside Ouyang Yifan and smiled brightly, "Brother Ouyang, I'll have to trouble you again this time. To reward you, I'll make you something nice when I get back. But big brother Ouyang, can you sell me your prey tomorrow? We still have to make jerky. Ordinary pork doesn't chew like that. "

"Alright." Ouyang Yifan lightly said, "You want to sit here?"

Sun Ye Xuan took out a few paper bags from the pile, which contained the freshly cooked sesame seed cakes. After passing it to Sun Yuanjie and Sun Lingyu, she passed it to Ouyang Yifan, who was beside her.

Her actions were nothing in the modern world. But she forgot that this was ancient times. The ancient era was very poor, how could they be willing to give free food to others? One was a vegetarian and one was a meat pie. Sun Ye Xuan bought fifty sesame seed cakes, which were divided into ten bags. She gave Ouyang Yifan a scones in a paper bag, which was equivalent to twenty-five cents. What did 25 languages represent? 25 eggs, 8 taels of pork, 3 jin of salt, 2 Jin of white rice, 8 Jin of corn flour …

In short, it was generous.

Ouyang Yifan hesitated for a moment and gave her a probing look, but still accepted it in the end.

"Can't I?" Sun Ye Xuan took a bite out of the sesame seed cake. How fragrant! It's just that the skin is too thick and the meat is too little. "

Ouyang Yifan did not say anything else. After they were seated, he drove the oxcart home.

"Eh? Isn't that the Sun family's girl? "Who's the person next to her?" Along the way, they met some villagers who were walking home. When they saw the ox-cart passing by, they revealed a surprised expression.

"The hunter!" Why were they together? Could it be... What do the two of them really have? "

"Did you see what was in the car? What a great gift! "Could it be the hunter's betrothal gift?"

Sun Ye Xuan did not know the villagers' guesses, so even if she did, she would not care. She sat beside Ouyang Yifan and observed how he controlled the ox-cart.

If they were to do business for a long time in the future, it would be best for them to have an ox-cart.

"We're here!" Sun Lingyu saw that in her yard, Sun Linghuan and Sun Yeshi were playing. He stood up excitedly, and the cart shuddered, almost throwing him out of the car. Fortunately, Sun Yuan-jie held him back, saving him from being trampled to death by an ox.

"A thing that does not succeed in doing anything well!" "How did this daddy give birth to a stupid son like you?" Sun Yuanjie snappily said.

Sun Lingyu was in a good mood. For once, she didn't argue with Sun Yuanjie. In fact, out of all his children, Sun Lingyu was the most similar to Sun Yuanjie. The father and son duo did not talk much every day and felt uncomfortable all over.