There is space for the married man

There is a bamboo forest behind Youjia's house. Wen Lang walked in with a machete and a basket on his back, and soon found a perilla leaf. He cut a lot of bamboo, tied it with hemp rope, and dragged it back with difficulty. The strength of the body was too weak, not only was he out of breath after a while, but the skin on his shoulders was also worn out.

What a young master with delicate skin and tender flesh.

Wen Lang remembered that when he was still a fool, he lived in Wen's house. Although he was unpopular and didn't have enough food and clothing, no one would let a fool do heavy work. It was better than the poor people.

He struggled to drag the bamboo into the yard. Seeing this, You Jingyue walked up to help him drag, "What are you doing with these bamboos? Why don't you call me."

Wen Lang raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It's okay, at worst, I'll take a few more trips."

Throwing the bamboo in the yard, Wen Lang first got up with well water, washed his hands and face, took out the perilla leaves from the basket, and went into the kitchen.

The peaches are fragile. Wen Lang washed the peaches and cut them into small pieces. You Yunwei and You Jingyang walked to the stove, looking forward with their little heads raised.

Wen Lang conveniently fed a peach by himself, "Is it delicious?"

You Yunwei smiled sweetly, "It's delicious."

You Jingyang tried his best to restrain his upturned mouth, nodded his head solemnly, "Yes."

After cutting a portion of peaches, Wen Lang handed the plate to You Jingyang, and said, "Take it and eat."

"Thank you Brother Wen." You Jingyang and You Yunwei said in unison.

The two little guys walked out with a plate of peaches, but they didn't bring it to the table to eat, but they carried the plate into You Jingshu's room.

"Brother, eat peaches." You Jingyang brought the plate to You Jingshu.

You Jingshu was sitting in a wheelchair, hiding in the dim light, his mind was full of what You Jingyue said.

If it wasn't for him being useless and becoming a useless person, there would be no use for a brother like You Jingyue. He would rather marry someone else as a concubine than help the family.

The sweet smell of peaches brought You Jingshu back to his senses, he looked at You Jingyang, and his eyes fell on the plate of peaches, "Where did they come from?"

You Jingyang pursed his lips and said, "Brother Wen picked it."

You Jingshu raised his hand and touched You Jingyang's little head, and said, "Brother doesn't like peaches, you can eat them."

You Jingyang puffed up his cheeks, staring at You Jingshu's soft retort, "Brother is lying."

Before anything happened at home, You Jingshu said that he didn't like peaches every summer, but he still wanted to eat some. Although You Jingshu was still young, he knew that his elder brother said that on purpose, just like his parents who obviously like meat, but they always eat peaches. Every time I said that I didn't like it, I gave it to him and my sister.

You Jingshu pushed You Jingyang's waist and said, "Go, go out to eat with my sister."

You Jingyang looked at the peach in his hand, then at You Jingshu, and could only nod obediently.

He went out with the plate, but You Yunwei didn't leave. She pinched the corner of her clothes, lowered her head, and said, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

If the eldest brother hadn't saved her, he wouldn't have lost his legs and never laughed again.

You Jingshu was most afraid that You Yunwei would say such things to him. Losing his legs was not what he wanted, but it was his wish to save You Yunwei.

You Jingshu waved at her, You Yunwei hesitated for a while, and walked slowly over, You Jingshu took her little hand and said: "You are not sorry for my brother, my brother hopes that you will grow up safely and healthily, don't think so many."

You Yunwei's eyes turned red, and she answered in a muffled voice. You Jingshu patted her head and said, "Give me a smile."

You Yunwei stared at You Jingshu with tears in her big clear eyes, she raised the corners of her mouth, revealing two small dimples.

Wen Lang couldn't find glass jars, so he had to use clay jars instead. After sterilizing the clay jars with boiling water, sprinkle salt on the bottom layer, then spread a layer of perilla, sliced ​​ginger, and covers in turn, and then spread the One layer of white sugar, one layer at a time, until the jar is full, and when it reaches the mouth of the jar, put black plum and white vinegar, and finally seal the jar and put it in the cellar.

"Hey... It's really distressing not to have a refrigerator." Wen Lang sighed.

Without a refrigerator, we can only make do with the cellar. Fortunately, Youjia's old house has a cellar, which is convenient for storing food in the future.

Speaking of the refrigerator, Wen Lang decided to go to town tomorrow to see if there was anyone selling saltpeter. How could there be less ice in the scorching summer.

After finishing the perilla, peach, and ginger, Wen Lang sat under the eaves and started weaving a basket.

His hands were white and delicate, and they were scratched by cutting bamboo chips in a short time. He could still bear the pain, but he thought in his heart that it would be great if he had gloves.

Wen Lang learned the craft of weaving baskets from his grandfather. In modern times, this craft is about to be lost, and only the older generation still do it in remote villages.

You Jingyang saw Wen Lang's fingers flying, and the prototype of the basket had come out, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at Wen Lang in surprise.

Wen Lang saw how cute he looked, so he made a simple bird for him out of bamboo pieces. You Jingyang looked at the bird in Wen Lang's hand in amazement. He always had a mature little face, and finally showed his The innocence of a child.

"Do you like it?" Wen Lang handed it to him.

You Jingyang's eyes were shining brightly, and he nodded heavily, "I like it."

"Take it and play." Wen Lang said with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Wen." You Jingyang took it with both hands, and couldn't put it down.

Wen Lang made another small flower and gave it to You Yunwei. You Yunwei blushed with embarrassment and thanked her softly.

After coaxing the two little ones, Wen Lang concentrated on his work.

"What? Do you need coaxing too?" Wen Lang asked suddenly.

You Jing, who was originally sitting in front of the window and looking at Wen Lang through the window, was stunned. He didn't expect Wen Lang's five senses to be so sharp. Wen Lang obviously had never practiced martial arts.

His window is not too far from where Wen Lang is sitting, nor is it too close, ordinary people can't usually find it.

"Don't you think you're a bit too unusual?" You Jingshu's indifferent gaze fell on Wen Lang, like a frosty wind.

Wen Lang was unmoved, and still kept his head down and concentrated on the work in his hands, "What? Are you going to send me to see the official?"

You Jingshu didn't answer the question, sending him to an official would not be the case, he just suspected that Wen Lang had ulterior motives, if that was the case, sending him to an official would be useless.

"Your parents are good people, and your younger brothers and sisters are also very cute. Since your family is willing to take me in, I will naturally treat me sincerely. I have been stupid for 17 years, and it is not for nothing. During those 17 years, I had adventures and learned Some innocuous things." Naturally, Wen Lang would not directly tell You Jingshu that he had memories of his previous life, the relationship between the two of them is not good enough to say these things, anyway, the ancients were more superstitious, whether You Jingshu believed it or not , there is always a saying.

You Jingshu's eyebrows raised a small hill, making one want to try his best to smooth out the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

He guessed Wen Lang's purpose and identity a hundred times in his mind, but there was no result in the end.

Just as he was wandering in the sky, Wen Lang came over at some point, and got in from under the propped up window. Fortunately, he was not tall and did not touch his head. You Jingshu subconsciously wanted to dodge backwards, But before he could do it in time, he felt that Wen Lang quickly inserted something into his head.

It was a flower that Wen Lang wove out of bamboo, and he inserted it between You Jingshu's black hair quickly with his quick eyesight. He had a somewhat naughty smile on his face, and said, "A beauty is like a flower across the clouds, Mr. You, this flower Just right for you."

You Jingshu's pupils flickered, his face turned cold from embarrassment, he took off the flowers on his head and threw them on the ground, and closed the window with his hand, Wen Lang was forced to back out, almost hit his head by the window.

"Just kidding, why are you so angry?" Wen Lang looked at the closed window and said to himself.

But You Jingshu looks good even when he is angry, his pale cheeks are stained with a thin blush, like a little cinnabar falling on the flawless white jade, it is very eye-catching.

He sat back in his seat and continued to weave the basket. In the afternoon, he not only made the basket, but also made a fish basket and a colander.

Wen Lang stared at the colander in his hand, and suddenly remembered the basket used for maocai, maocai, he felt like he hadn't eaten for a long time, and suddenly missed it a little.

But there is no chili in Da'an Dynasty, and cornus is used as a condiment for the spicy taste, so the taste is naturally not as good as chili.

Recently, I eat relatively light food. Although it is very healthy, Wen Lang has liked to eat heavy food since he was a child. He likes to eat anything spicy, and it is okay to eat it for a day or two. After a long time, it is really a kind of torture.

After washing his hands, Wen Lang realized that the palms of his hands were in severe pain, and there were tiny bamboo thorns in his fingers. Song Lingwan and You Jingyue were cooking in the kitchen. Wen Lang walked over to ask Song Lingwan if she had any needles.

"Yes, I'll get it for you, what's the matter?" Song Lingwan asked with concern.

"It's okay, I got a bamboo thorn in my finger, just pick it out." Wen Lang waved his hand and explained.

Song Lingwan saw his hand clearly through the light of the fire, and felt distressed for a while, "How did you make it like this?"

"Yunwei, go get your elder brother Wen some medicine and rub it on." Song Lingwan put down her work and went into the room to get the needle.

Borrowing the light of the fire, she focused on picking Wen Lang's thorns, "Hold on, it hurts."

Song Lingwan's voice was very gentle, coaxing Wen Lang like a child. After Wen Lang's grandfather passed away, no one would talk to him so gently again. The firelight reflected on Song Lingwan's cheeks, making her eyebrows and eyes extra special soft.

Wen Lang suddenly felt warmth in his heart, and he actually liked this kind of life a little bit.

Song Lingwan picked out the thorns for him, gave him medicine, and told him to rest aside and not touch the water recently.

Wen Lang thought for a while, took the peaches, and went to You Hao's house next door to carry a basket and a hatchet.

He talked to Song Lingwan, and just left the door. Right now, every household is cooking, and there is no one outside. Wen Lang doesn't like to hear those people gossip about him, but he is happy and quiet.

"If you return something, you can return it. If you do anything, you can bring peaches. Your family is in trouble, so you should keep it for yourself." You Hao and his concubine Yu Sanniang refused to take it no matter what.

"Aunt Yu, they are all picked from the mountain. They are not worth anything, so don't refuse." Wen Lang put down the basket and hatchet, and said, "Does Aunt Yu know about Juhui Tower?"

Yu Sanniang was changed by him, so she answered naturally: "Of course I know, Juhuilou is one of the best restaurants in the town, and the favorite places for rich people to go are Juhuilou, Fuyuanlou, and Guangjinlou. Building. We little people can’t afford to go.”

"Then do you know the youngest son of the owner of Juhuilou?" Wen Lang remembered that Yu Sanniang's son, You Hao, worked as an accountant in a restaurant in the town. He is a colleague, so he should know more than ordinary people.

Yu Sanniang frowned, and said: "I don't know much, but I vaguely heard Hao'er say that the youngest son of the owner of Juhuilou seems to be in poor health. I don't know exactly what happened. When I come back next time, I can ask you for you?"

Wen Lang always felt that there was something wrong with it, but he didn't know the truth, so he could only wait for You Hao to come back from his next vacation and ask.

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