There is space for the married man

After You Jingyue left, You Jingshu stayed in the room alone, with his hand holding the pen in mid-air.

It's really strange, why did he think so much, Wen Lang and him are indeed in name only, even if Wen Lang doesn't like this identity, it's normal.

He remembered Wen Lang's urging to him, telling him to quickly find a girl he likes. If he really found it, according to Wen Lang's temperament, he should leave by then.

Thinking of this, You Jingshu raised a small hill between his eyebrows, and the pen hanging in the air was too long, and the ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the snow-white rice paper, blurring a large ball of ink.

You Jingshu looked at the ink stains on the rice paper, and frowned even tighter.

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"I was thinking that I would be free in two days, so I went to find Lizheng, and here you are." Seeing Lizheng coming to the door, Wen Lang said with a smile.

"Looking for me?" You Guangshen was a little curious as to why Wen Lang was looking for him.

"That's right, let's not talk about that for now, come in quickly, I'll make tea." Wen Lang stepped aside and walked towards the kitchen.

"Go and greet Lizheng, and I'll make tea." Song Lingwan gently pushed Wen Lang, then turned and went into the kitchen.

"Li Zheng is here to find my father or Jing Shu?" Wen Lang went to the chair next to You Guangshen and sat down.

"I'm not looking for them, I'm looking for you." Li Zheng waved his hand and said.

Wen Lang was a little surprised, but immediately smiled, "Oh? I don't know what's going on?"

You Guangshen looked at Wen Lang, rubbed his hands hesitantly, licked his dry mouth, and said, "Hey, I also came here with a cheeky face today."

"I heard that you are selling that... watermelon? Is it called that?" You Guangshen said a little embarrassed.

Hearing You Guangshen's words, Wen Lang suddenly realized that You Guangshen came for the watermelon.

"That's the name, and it's a coincidence. Didn't I say I'll find you when I'm free for a few days?" Wen Lang took the tea made by Song Lingwan, handed it to You Guangshen, and took a sip from his own cup, moistening the tea. Soothe your throat.

Hearing his words, You Guangshen suddenly had a guess in his heart. He tried his best to suppress his excitement, and looked at Wen Lang cautiously.

Wen Lang didn't bother with his taste, and said directly: "This watermelon is easy to grow, and the yield is also large. Nowadays, there are many people who like to eat it. I can't grow that much by myself, so I want to let the villagers grow it together."

"Okay, okay..." Listening to Wen Lang's words, You Guangshen opened his eyes wider and wider. After hearing Wen Lang's words, he couldn't stop saying yes, and praised Wen Lang again and again.

"Brother Lang, you are a good person, and all the villagers will thank you."

"Thank you, I don't need it. We are from the same village, so we should help each other." Wen Lang's attitude was naturally frank, which made You Guangshen feel that Wen Lang was as glamorous as You Mingyuan.

This watermelon can't be hidden, even if he doesn't take it out, someone bought a watermelon, and watermelon seeds can be used to grow watermelons, so it's better to take it out as a favor, and he doesn't have so much land to grow so many watermelons.

"Brother Lang, I thank you on behalf of the villagers of Linxi Village." You Guangshen stood up and bowed to Wen Lang, who quickly helped him up.

"Lizheng is being polite. Three days later, let the villagers come to my place to buy watermelon seedlings." Naturally, Wen Lang couldn't give them away for free, but he wouldn't charge a high price either. Every family could afford them for a few cents a plant.

"Okay, I'll tell everyone tomorrow, but I don't know how much you plan to sell for a plant?" You Guangshen knew that this watermelon seedling was precious, but he had never heard of this kind of fruit before. It was not easy for Wen Lang to sell it. , this price should not be much cheaper.

"Don't worry, it's not expensive." Wen Lang thought for a while, and said, "Then five cents a plant."

When You Guangshen heard it, it was so cheap!

"This... this... will you lose money? Why don't you raise the price a bit?" Although You Guangshen was doing it for the benefit of the villagers, he couldn't keep squeezing Wen Lang.

Wen Lang waved his hands freely, and said, "I don't intend to make money from this either. The main reason is that I'm afraid that someone will waste watermelon seedlings. You should cherish those you spend money on."

You Guangshen nodded, what Wen Lang said made sense, if it was given away for nothing, how many lame people would rush to ask for it.

When the two of them were discussing about the same, You Mingyuan came out of the shower and said a few words to You Guangshen before sending him out.

Wen Lang and You Mingyuan and his wife talked about selling watermelon seedlings, and the couple patted his hand and said, "You have a heart."

Wen Lang talked with the two of them for a while, then entered the room, planning to take a shower and sleep.

"I saw that Jing Shu and Brother Lang are getting closer, and Jing Shu's legs are recovering now, so I hope that the two of them can live a good life and have a baby soon." Song Lingwan said looking at Wen Lang's leaving back.

"Don't worry, they are still young." You Mingyuan said with his arms around his wife's shoulders.

"I'm not in a hurry to have a grandson. They are both good children. Although they didn't start well, I hope they will have a good ending." Song Lingwan leaned on her husband's shoulder and said softly.

"Yes, Jing Shu understands that it wasn't Brother Lang's fault. Brother Lang has a good temper, and both of them are sensible and good children, and they won't get into a dead end." You Mingyuan comforted.

"Tell me, will Jing Shu still think about that girl from the Wen family?" Song Lingwan was a little worried. Now she looks at Wen Lang everywhere, and likes everything, but You Jingshu was engaged to Wen Pingting since childhood, so there should be some Otherwise, when I lifted the hijab and saw Wen Lang instead of Wen Pingting, I wouldn't have been so angry that I vomited blood.

You Mingyuan felt that his wife was worried about a lot, so he took her into the house, "Jing Shu is not the kind of person who is always in a hurry, don't think about it."

Three days later, the courtyard of Youjia was full of people, and Wen Lang was selling watermelon seedlings here.

The villagers were all smiles, and they praised Wen Lang again and again, saying that he had a heart of a Bodhisattva.

Wen Lang not only sold their watermelon seedlings, but also specifically explained the precautions for growing watermelons, and said that if you don't understand, you can ask him, or ask Song Lingwan and the others.

Wen Lang was not in the shop, so he deliberately put You Jingyue in the shop and asked him to take care of the business. Although You Jingyue was not good at school, he was quite shrewd in doing business. He learned a lot from Wen Lang every day, but now he lacked practice.

"I want twenty." The woman smiled obsequiously.

Wen Lang heard the voice sound familiar, looked up, it was Fang Liuer's mother, Zhang Guizhi, not only Fang Liuer was cruel, but also cursed him to be a widow sooner or later.

Seeing Wen Lang looking at him not giving him watermelon seedlings, Zhang Guizhi felt a little nervous. Could it be that Wen Lang still remembered her hatred?But it's been so long, Wen Lang's memory shouldn't be that good, right?

Zhang Guizhi said again with a cheeky face, "Brother Lang, I want twenty plants."

Wen Lang pulled the corner of his lips, and said two words coldly: "Not for sale."

Zhang Guizhi exploded when he heard it, "What do you mean? Are there still people who are open for business? Is it true that I don't give money for nothing? Is there anyone like you?"

"Everyone comment, why don't you sell it to me alone, isn't this bullying!"

Zhang Guizhi had a loud voice, and everyone around looked over when he yelled.

Being watched by so many people, Wen Lang didn't blush, and said indifferently: "Just because the watermelon seedlings are mine, I don't want to sell them to anyone, so I won't sell them to anyone."

What he said was really arrogant, and an elderly man persuaded: "Brother Lang, you are all fellow villagers, and it's not that Zhang Guizhi doesn't give you money, so you can sell it to her."

In the concept of the older generation, the folks in the village look up and don't look down. Even if there was a quarrel before, it will pass after a while. Even if you are really unhappy, you still have to save face.

"Yeah, what kind of belly of yours can hold a boat, be more generous."

When Wen Lang heard this, he laughed angrily. He stood up, with cold eyes, and said to Zhang Guizhi, "I'm sorry, I'm naturally petty and hold grudges."

"I said at the beginning, don't bully the young and poor, don't ever beg me."

As soon as Zhang Guizhi heard this, he knew that Wen Lang had a bad memory. He had a good memory, and he remembered what happened back then clearly.

Now she also understood that she had completely offended Wen Lang.

Zhang Guizhi's heart sank, and before he could say anything, he heard Wen Lang say: "Please listen carefully, if any good things happen to my Wen Lang's family in the future, it will not be the turn of this aunt's family. If anyone comes to persuade me again, there is no need Come to my door again."

Wen Lang's words were really unfeeling, and there was an uproar in the audience. I didn't expect Wen Lang to be so cruel when he looked tender.

Everyone also guessed in their hearts what Zhang Guizhi had done to offend Wen Lang so badly.

Those old people who spoke good things about Zhang Guizhi were blushing with anger. Wen Lang was trying to embarrass them. They wanted to leave stubbornly, but when they thought that Wen Lang could sell watermelon seedlings now, they might be able to sell anything else in the future. Things, following Wen Lang would definitely lead a good life, they could only swallow their unwillingness, and brazenly lined up to continue buying watermelon seedlings.

Zhang Guizhi, who was humiliated by Wen Lang in public, turned pale with anger. She sat down on the ground and vented her anger. Since Wen Lang said so, she can't buy watermelon seedlings, and neither can anyone else!

The villagers saw that Zhang Guizhi was so angry that she was going to die together. A man stepped forward and tried to pull her away. Zhang Guizhi immediately yelled: "Indecent! The man who bullied me is not at home!"

The men backed away in embarrassment, remembering that Zhang Guizhi had framed others for having an affair with Fang Liuer and blackmailed people's money, fearing that they would be blackmailed, they all moved away.

"Zhang Guizhi, you are dozens of years old, you are really shameless! My mother's family is still counting on these watermelon seedlings to be cultivated." A rather strong woman came out.

She scooped up her sleeves and tried to grab Zhang Guizhi, but Zhang Guizhi stared at her in horror, "What are you doing? Go away!"

She stood up, and several fat women stepped up one after another, lifted Zhang Guizhi up, and threw it out.

"Those men are afraid of being blackmailed by you, but my old lady is not afraid, get out of the way! Shameless thing."

Several women threw Zhang Guizhi out, spat at her, and closed the yard door with a "bang".

After the watermelon seedlings were sold that day, news about Zhang Guizhi got out, and Wen Lang had an answer to why he hated Zhang Guizhi so much.

"Hey, Zhang Guizhi also has a face, brother Lang went to buy watermelon seedlings."

"That's right, he actually cursed him to be a widow sooner or later, and he's just newly married."

"He deserved to be rejected by Brother Lang."

"Now your family's life is getting better, and Mr. You's legs are also healed. I think Brother Lang is from Wangfu. Otherwise, as soon as he married into the family, good things happened to You's family one after another."

"Yeah, I think Brother Lang's appearance is also Wangfu's appearance, and he looks very pretty when he smiles."

As a result, the story of Wen Langwangfu spread in the village again, and You Jingshu naturally heard about it.

"Wanves?" He muttered to himself, looking at his legs and the delicacies on the dinner table.

Indeed Vanves.

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The villagers in Linxi Village began to grow watermelons. Wen Lang and Lizheng agreed that after the watermelons were planted, he would buy a batch of watermelons at a price lower than the market price for his own shop, and the rest of the villagers could get them. Sell ​​it in the town. If necessary, he can also help contact the restaurant in the town for wholesale.

Lizheng and the villagers were very happy about this, and they almost treated Wen Lang as a benefactor.

"What is this? It's delicious." You Jingyue looked at the red food in front of her and asked curiously.

"This is a tomato." Wen Lang picked a tomato in the space, cut it and mixed it with sugar. It's a very simple method, but it tastes very good.

"What is a tomato?" You Yunwei asked, blinking her big round eyes.

Wen Lang touched her head and said, "It's a kind of food that can be used as both vegetables and fruits."

"Wow, can I stir-fry?" You Yunwei tasted another tomato. She likes the sweet and sour taste, but can this taste really be used for stir-frying?

"Of course, you can also make soup. It tastes delicious. When you come back tomorrow night, I'll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It's delicious." Wen Lang said with a smile on his face.

When You Yunwei heard this, her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands happily, while You Jingyang looked at Wen Lang expectantly.

The tomatoes that Wen Lang brought out were all from the space, and they tasted so good that the whole family couldn't stop eating one after another.

Song Lingwan blushed a little, and she actually ate several of them. It's really embarrassing for her to be so greedy when the child is so old.

You Mingyuan smiled and comforted: "I also like to eat this food."

He whispered to Song Lingwan, "I ate four."

Song Lingwan knew that he was comforting herself, so she couldn't help but look at You Mingyuan coquettishly.

The three little ones in the family, a little embarrassed to look at it, lowered their heads quietly, with a smile on the corners of their mouths.

Wen Lang liked this kind of family atmosphere very much. No wonder You Jingshu said that he didn't have a roommate. The relationship between You Mingyuan and his wife is so good. It can be seen that You's family style is very upright. Parents are the best teachers for children. wrong.

"Are you going to sell tomatoes?" You Jingshu and Wen Lang returned to the room. You Jingshu sat down at the table, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, and asked.

"Did you see it?" Wen Lang sat down unceremoniously, reached out to take a sip of the tea that You Jingshu had just poured.

You Jingshu was not annoyed, took another teacup and filled it with water, and said, "Well, that tomato tastes very good. According to you, this thing can be used not only for cooking, but also for fruit?"

"That's right, and it can also be made into tomato sauce." When it comes to tomato sauce, Wen Lang misses spaghetti with tomato sauce.

He licked his lips and said, "The tomato sauce is delicious, whether it's used for dipping pasta or cooking, it has a special flavor."

From Wen Lang's words, You Jingshu got a message. He clearly knew the purpose and value of these unheard of foods that Wen Lang brought out.

Where did Wen Lang get these foods?And how do you know how to use these foods?

All of this should be related to Wen Lang's secret. Although You Jingshu had promised Wen Lang that he would not ask, it didn't mean he wasn't curious, it was just that Wen Lang didn't want to tell him, and he wouldn't ask.

You Jingshu stared at Wen Lang, Wen Lang probably sensed his gaze, raised his eyes to look over, and grinned at him, his eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon.

You Jingshu looked away unnaturally, and pretended to cough.

Wen Lang, who didn't know why, noticed You Jingshu's averted gaze, confused, what does it mean?

In the evening, after the two of them washed up, Wen Lang walked to the bed wearing a thin undershirt. As soon as You Jingshu came in, he saw Wen Lang crawling on the bed.

"That's right." He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, got off the bed suddenly, and ran to You Jingshu's side.

"Let's compare to see if I have grown taller." Wen Lang has been worried that he was abused in the first 17 years, and his nutrition did not keep up with it, which caused him not to grow taller.

You Jingshu was pulled by him to measure his height, Wen Lang leaned on You Jingshu's back, the warm body temperature came through the thin clothes, and for a while You Jingshu felt that the temperature was a little hot.

"Have I grown taller? I seem to have grown a bit since I came to you before." Wen Lang poked him with his fingers.

The warm fingertips poked on You Jingshu's body, like a flame, and every place he touched made him feel a little scorching.

A tinge of red crept up on the tips of his ears, and when he lowered his head, his black hair slipped away, revealing his shiny ears, which were dyed an attractive color.

Wen Lang caught a glimpse of this scene inadvertently, and suddenly felt dry mouth and itchy nose.

He subconsciously covered his nose, delusional that he was going to have a nosebleed.

"What's wrong?" You Jingshu saw that he was covering his nose suddenly, and thought he was uncomfortable, so he leaned over to check, and an elegant fragrance penetrated into Wen Lang's nose, making his already itchy nose even more itchy.

"It's okay...it's okay." Wen Lang took a few steps back in a panic, and stammered, explaining: "Tian'er...it's too hot...a little flustered."

You Jingshu looked at him strangely, without thinking too much, and said flatly: "It's a bit hot, let mother make some herbal tea tomorrow."

"Yeah." Wen Lang nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly rolled onto the bed.

He pressed his heart that was beating fast, thinking that You Jingshu's face was really powerful, he was already a little face-controlled, and his heart couldn't bear it when he looked at him so closely.

What Wen Lang said was right, the weather was indeed hot, and You Jingshu, who was already asleep, was woken up in the middle of the night by the heat.

Looking sideways at Wen Lang beside him, he really admired Wen Lang, his forehead was covered with sweat, the quilt was kicked aside, and a portion of his stomach was exposed, which didn't wake Wen Lang up.

Unlike him, who just woke up with a thin layer of sweat on his body.

Reaching out for a cattail fan from the chair next to it, You Jingshu fanned it lightly.

Probably because he felt the wind from You Jingshu's side, Wen Lang crawled over in his sleep, and moved to You Jingshu's side to catch the wind.

You Jingshu saw that he was sleeping like a piglet, and his white and tender face was still childish, and he looked a little cute. After staring at Wen Lang for a while, You Jingshu actually wanted to pinch his face, which looked very cute. He looked easy, but due to his self-denial and etiquette, he didn't make a move in the end, but worked hard to help Wen Lang fan him.

Wen Xiaozhu, who was sleeping soundly, probably relieved his fever, and his frown finally relaxed.

Moaning, he didn't know what he was talking about, You Jingshu leaned forward to listen curiously, and it took a while to understand what Wen Lang said: "Hot...air conditioner...turn on the air conditioner."

"Air conditioner?" You Jingshu whispered these two words, what is that?

He stared at Wen Lang for a while, wondering if Wen Lang had become a ghost?

The vixen and the scholar.

Immediately, You Jingshu shook his head and drove out his wild thoughts. There is no such rough vixen as Wen Lang. If he is really a vixen, he will probably be expelled from the vixen family.

What's more, in this kind of story, the vixen usually goes to repay the favor. He has never saved the fox. He has hunted before, and the people who come to him to seek revenge are almost the same.

It wasn't until the early morning light that You Jingshu fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, when Wen Lang woke up, You Jingshu was still asleep. When he saw the cattail fan in You Jingshu's hand, Wen Lang was startled. It turned out that he vaguely noticed someone fanning him last night, and it wasn't a dream.

He stepped over You Jingshu carefully and got out of bed, changed his clothes quietly and went out.

You Yunwei and You Jingyang have already woken up, they have just fed the chickens, ducks and cleverness, and are helping You Jingyue make breakfast in the kitchen.

"Brother Wen, isn't eldest brother up yet?" You Yunwei walked to Wen Lang who was washing his face and asked.

"Well, let your elder brother sleep for a while." Wen Lang faintly noticed that You Jingshu's sleep quality was not very high, so even though You Jingshu's legs and feet were already healed, he was still giving You Jingshu a drink of the spiritual spring , just to recuperate his body.

"Brother Wen, I want to eat hibiscus cake..." You Yunwei looked at Wen Lang eagerly, probably feeling embarrassed, her little face turned red.

The twins seldom ask for anything. The two very sensible children, this is the first time You Yunwei asks him for something.

Wen Lang squatted down after washing his face, took her little hand and said, "Okay, I'll buy it for you when Brother Wen comes back tonight."

A shy smile broke out on You Yunwei's face immediately, she put her arms around Wen Lang's neck, "Thank you Brother Wen."

Wen Lang stroked her head, thinking that raising a daughter probably felt like this.

"You're welcome."

Speaking of raising a daughter, Wen Lang remembered that the brother in Da'an Dynasty could have children. He wasn't sure if he was the brother or not. After all, that period of memory was too vague, and he did have a pregnancy mole between his eyebrows, which was half red. The red one is very ordinary at first glance, and it is completely incomparable with You Jingyue's.

If he wasn't my brother, then what was going on with this pregnancy mole?If he is brother, is that memory made up by himself?

But he doesn't plan to fall in love. After You Jingshu finds a girl he likes, he will reconcile with You Jingshu and never get married again. It doesn't matter whether he is a brother or not, anyway, he doesn't have children .

Thinking about it this way, Wen Lang felt much more relaxed. After all, he had lived in the 21st century for 25 years. It was always weird for a man to give birth to a child.

So Wen Lang, with this kind of mood in mind, met a pregnant man on the road early in the morning.

He and You Jingyue went to the town in the carriage in the store. When they were about to reach the village, the coachman stopped the carriage and said that there was a pregnant woman who wanted a ride to the town, and asked Wen Lang what he meant.

Wen Lang lifted the curtain and took a look outside. He was really a man with a big belly. This glance made Wen Lang's mind blank for dozens of seconds, "Come on."

He also deliberately got out of the carriage to help the pregnant woman, who was an ordinary-looking man, except for his big belly, he was actually very slender.

"Thank you." The other party slowly got into the carriage and thanked Wen Lang.

Because there was a pregnant woman in the carriage, the carriage moved slowly, both Wen Lang and You Jingyue were a little embarrassed, the other's brows and eyes gently stroking their belly, exuding a radiance of maternal love from top to bottom.

Wen Lang took the initiative to say, "Why are you going to town alone when you're pregnant?"

The other party smiled wryly: "My man is sick and can't get out of bed, waiting to drink medicine, there is nothing I can do."

Wen Lang sighed, "What's the name?"

"My name is Ding Qiao. My family lives near Lizheng's house. I've met you several times, but you probably haven't seen me." Ding Qiao said softly.

Wen Lang and You Jingyue looked at each other, they had indeed never seen each other.

When they arrived in the town and saw Li Le and Fang Liuer opening the door, they realized that Ding Qiao was Li Le's fiancé's sister-in-law.