The Pastoral Life of a Reborn Farmer

Shen Ling wrote for a while, only to realize that Han Shi was standing at the door staring blankly at him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What's wrong?" Shen Ling put down his pen.

Han Shi thinks that Shen Ling is very good-looking, like the kind of big man mentioned in the drama. He can't describe that feeling, but he always feels that even if Shen Ling is wearing coarse clothes and standing in such a dilapidated earthen house, It still made him feel special.

"It's time to eat." Han Shi said softly, looking at Shen Ling, the blush on his cheeks hadn't faded.

"Okay." Shen Ling put away his pen and ink, put the written Spring Festival couplets on the table to dry, and then walked out of the room. Han Shi stared blankly at him, Shen Ling stretched out his hand and scratched Han Shi's nose, "It's time to eat , what are you doing standing there?"

Han Shi lowered his head, turned his head and walked towards the kitchen. Han Shi fried a plate of green vegetables with fatty meat. Looking at the oily tortillas, Shen Ling was surprised. Looking at Han Shi, Han Shi lowered his head in embarrassment. Shen Ling felt that he had to praise the child, so Han Shi was even more embarrassed.

After the two of them ate, Han Shi washed the bowls, and when he entered the main room again, Shen Ling had already written a stack of couplets and put them on the stool after drying them. Seeing Han Shi coming in, he hurriedly said, "Little stone, Help me put the couplets on the bed, don't fall on the ground."

"Well, good." Han Shi quickly agreed, walked over and carefully moved the couplets towards the bed, put them away and then turned back, seeing Shen Ling busy, asked a little embarrassedly: "What can I do? "Han Shi suddenly felt very shy. He didn't talk to Shen Ling like this before, but now he just can't control himself.

"Help me cut the paper! Get the damaged paper first, and finally cut the faded and wrinkled paper as much as possible. Then we can sell it cheaper."

"En." Han Shi took the scissors, compared the size that Shen Ling had cut out, and began to cut. The two of them wrote and cut paper one by one until it got dark.

"Little stone, light the lamp." Shen Ling put down the brush, gently pressed the acupuncture points on his hand, wrote the brush characters for too long, his hand felt uncomfortable, and felt that he was about to cramp, and looked at the couplet next to him, he had already written There is almost a stack, counting from the beginning of writing, plus a quick meal, he has been working for nearly two hours, the sky has already darkened, and there is basically no way to continue writing.

"Okay." Han Shi saw that Shen Ling's speed was so fast, and his heartbeat became faster and faster. A pair of couplets is ten characters, and the horizontal script is twelve to fifteen characters. They have written nearly 100 couplets.

Han Shi also didn't care about the lamp oil, or compared to the lamp oil, the profit of the Spring Festival couplets was too great, so he also forgot about the lamp oil.Han Shi lit the lamp, and the two of them fought for another hour. It was not until Han Shi couldn't bear to yell that Shen Ling stopped writing and looked at Han Shi, "Let's continue tomorrow! Try to go to the grocery store in the afternoon to see if the owner can do it." How much do you charge?"

"Yeah." Han Shi nodded, under the light, the thin Han Shi was small and cute, his eyes shone with light, as if admiring, admiring?Shen Ling paused for a moment, thinking that he had misread it, and couldn't help but look around carefully, as if, it was just admiration!This kind of blushing, shy and staring at him unwilling to let go.

Shen Ling couldn't help thinking about what she had done, and found that she was writing in front of him, and writing here seemed to be quite remarkable.Shen Ling thought silently.

The child seemed to like him quite a bit, but Shen Ling didn't stop him, but was happy to see it happen.Because he seems to like children a lot, even though the child is three years older than him, when the child grows up... no, when he grows up, they will probably consummate the house!Shen Ling smiled.

Han Shi packed up the Spring Festival couplets on the bed and put them on the table, folded them together, took off his clothes and got into the bed, curled up in the warm new quilt, opened his eyes and looked at him with a blank and innocent look. Fever, I couldn't help but walk over, took off my cotton coat and stuffed myself into the bed.

Han Shi was a little flustered, his eyes flashed back and forth, "The lights...the lights haven't blown yet."

Shen Ling stiffened for a moment, and could only get out of the bed in his middle clothes. The cold wind blew on his body, but he didn't feel cold. After quickly blowing on the oil lamp, Shen Ling got into the bed in the dark again, and stretched out his arms to hug Han Shi into his arms. , chest pressed against his chest, Shen Ling clearly felt Han Shi's heartbeat gradually speeding up, and only then let him go with a slight smile.

Let go again, Han Shi, who has been married for several months and has not consummated the house, can't help but feel a little disappointed. How can he have a baby if this continues?He has a physique that is difficult to conceive!

Shen Ling suddenly put his hand into Han Shi's, and said softly in a low voice: "Help me pinch, I'm about to cramp."

The warm palm was suddenly stuffed into his hand, Han Shi felt that he was almost burning Shen Ling's hand away, but fortunately he reacted in time, hearing this, he shrank slightly, but he didn't let go of Shen Ling's hand, gently Gently kneading vigorously, Shen Ling narrowed his eyes comfortably. What does it feel like to be massaged by someone he likes? Shen Ling feels that he can get up and fight three-fold Spring Festival couplets again!

Shen Ling fell asleep in a daze, Han Shi was not yet sleepy, but he felt that Shen Ling seemed to be fast asleep, and the strength in his hand gradually eased, fearing that Shen Ling would wake up, and after a while, he would not be able to sleep. He stopped completely, but he didn't let go of Shen Ling's hand. He couldn't help but take advantage of the faint moonlight to get closer to Shen Ling, but his hand still refused to let go of Shen Ling's palm.Han Shi leaned very close, looking at Shen Ling's face for a long time, as if he was being seduced, Han Shi slowly moved over, touched Shen Ling's with his lips, and then raised his head quickly, his face was almost Feeling hot, he turned over and quickly huddled himself under the quilt, even throwing away Shen Ling's hand.

Shen Ling woke up when Han Shi touched his lips. His vigilance was still too strong. Even if he could accept Han Shi sleeping next to him, if something happened that did not conform to the common sense in his subconscious, he would still Immediate awakening, such as being touched on the lips.

Shen Ling stared wide-eyed and turned to look at the back of Han Shi's head, silently thinking about the fact that perhaps consummating the house at the age of 15 is really possible, but is it not good for the heirs to consummate the house at the age of 15?This is really a question worth tangling.

At dawn the next day, Shen Ling woke up earlier than Han Shi. After getting up cautiously, she went back to the main room to write Spring Festival couplets. By the time Han Shi got up, Shen Ling had already written more than a dozen couplets. After dinner, Han Shi continued to cut the red paper, and Shen Ling continued to write Spring Festival couplets. In the afternoon, Shen Ling completed two and a half stacks of Spring Festival couplets. If he didn't take a break, he felt that his hands were not his own.

Shen Ling put down his pen, "Let's go to the grocery store!"

"Yeah." Han Shi went out to set up the car again.

The owner of the grocery store was very surprised that Shen Ling got the written Spring Festival couplets so quickly, and couldn't help asking who Shen Ling asked for the writing and why he was so easy to talk to. No matter how much he asked, if he knew such a person, he would not tell others.

A total of two and a half stacks of Spring Festival couplets, including the defective ones, were bought by the owner of the grocery store. They gave them a total of two taels of silver, which was considered a relatively high price. After all, half of them were defective products with red paper problems. Before they left, the two were still asking: "If there are new Spring Festival couplets, you must think of him first, and accept whatever. He hasn't seen such good words for a long time."

After Shen Ling agreed, he drove to the market, wanted to order some tables, chairs and benches, and bought some pork bones before they went back.After Han Shi quickly cut a pile of red paper, he mixed the paste to mend the windows, cleaned the yard and tidied up the house. By the way, he washed the quilts and clothes of the two before, and mended the patches.

Shen Ling wrote another five or six stacks of Spring Festival couplets, and took them to the grocery store. This time, the shop owner also took them all, and asked him when the two stacks of Spring Festival couplets written on red paper would be brought over. The goods on his side were somewhat saturated. , I want to only accept those two stacks of red paper next time, and not accept the others.

Shen Ling wasn't angry either, and felt that the grocery store's words were nothing, and those who said they would accept the goods didn't accept them anymore. After saying that they would bring them over next time, they left with six taels of silver, and went to the carpenter's house to have a look. How are the tables, chairs, benches, and beds at home? Because Shen Ling added tables, chairs, and benches later, the carpenter's attitude towards Shen Ling became more and more kind, and said that he would personally deliver them to the door after they were finished.

After returning home, Shen Ling wrote at home for a few more days before going to the town with all the Spring Festival couplets. After selling the Spring Festival couplets requested by the grocery store owner to him, he went to the town to display them under the guidance of the grocery store owner. Street stalls to sell.

Shen Ling's Spring Festival couplets are cheap, and the characters are beautiful. Although there are some problems with some red paper, the poorer country people don't pay attention to this, so they buy them one after another. The price is two yuan higher than the price received by the grocery store. It is impossible to sell out all at once, Shen Ling plans to use two or three days to sell it.

"Shen Er?" A woman suddenly stopped in front of the shop, staring at him in disbelief.

"Ma'am, I'm sick, I don't remember many things, I don't know you are..." Shen Ling smiled gently.

"I'm Aunt Tie Zhu! Your Aunt Zhao." Seeing that Shen Ling didn't seem to know her, the woman couldn't help but said anxiously: "Your sister-in-law's natal aunt, I went there when you got married!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Zhao, I don't remember many things." Shen Ling smiled kindly.

"Oh, I remember that you are seriously ill." Aunt Zhao's eyes were a little complicated, "You are sick? These Spring Festival couplets are so beautiful, did your third brother write them?" Aunt Zhao picked up a pair of couplets .

Shen Ling's eyes flickered, "The illness is almost cured, but I can't remember the forgotten things. This word was not written by my third brother, but by me." Shen Ling knew that such things could not be hidden, Just say it directly.

"Auntie! You haven't even been to school. How can you write such a good handwriting? I saw that this handwriting was written by your brother. It's really a good handwriting! It looks so beautiful. The Spring Festival couplets pasted before are not so beautiful. Pass it." Aunt Zhao held the Spring Festival couplets tightly and refused to let go.

Shen Ling understood what this person meant, smiled and said, "Aunt Zhao, you only have twelve coins for a pair, we are all real relatives, so I definitely can't ask for twelve coins for you, just ten coins! You can pick whatever you want, and if there are any words you don’t know, I’ll read them to you.”

Aunt Zhao froze, this bastard was really sick just like what her niece said, she forgot everything, she didn't recognize her relatives, she didn't give any face, they were all real relatives, shouldn't it be said to send her off? ?