poor family young gentleman

In just half a month, the foot of the deepest mountain in Wanjia Village has changed drastically. A thick wall of nearly three meters has been erected. The large iron gate of fine steel is solid and firm. The top of the wall is all covered with sharp broken tiles. The roof is capped, and it is difficult for non-martial arts experts to climb and enter. In the courtyard, there are three large tile-roofed houses in a row, each of which is about [-] square meters, bright and spacious!

The row of houses on the left side of the front includes toilets and bathrooms and a newly added utility room. There is a small warehouse next to the kitchen on the right to store food or prey. The front yard is generally not large, and it is probably a house. It occupies about twice the area. A bluestone road leads directly to the big iron gate. The backyard is different. A whole piece of compacted open land is like a school playground in modern society. Only a stable is built near the back of the house, and the rest is nothing. .

On the day when the house was built and the workers evacuated, Chu Tianlang brought a carriage of firecrackers, which exploded for more than half an hour. The villagers of the entire Wanjia Village came, but now they can't see everything in the courtyard like before. They could only watch Feng Jiye and his party from a distance through the big iron gate, wandering around this room, looking at that room, moving bustlingly to a new house.

"Tsk tsk... Such a high wall and a big iron gate are simply preventing thieves."

"You might as well say that you are guarding against Wan Kuina's family."

"Ha ha…"

"But then again, Dasha and his wife are really well-off, and their house is the most imposing in the whole village."

"No, the Wan Jiang family is probably so regretful that they are turning green now. They offended him to death for 20 taels of silver back then. They didn't expect that they would prosper as soon as they left their family."

Outside the courtyard wall, the surrounding villagers were all talking, now no one dares to look down on Yin Huanyang, what's wrong with people being stupid, they will make money if they can't stand it, look, how long has it been, if you want a house, you need a house, you need a land, There are two tall carriages at home, not to mention that Chu Tianlang ran to their house when he saw Tian'er, and he was as affectionate as brothers with them. There is no doubt, if Yin Huanyang wants to take concubines if he lets the word out now, it is estimated that many people will have to Line up to send Xiaokun or daughter at home.

"Look at the head of the family, you are still in Lizheng, and they have never paid attention to you from buying land and building a house to moving to a new house."

If you say that after Yin Huanyang and his wife are prosperous, besides the Wankui family, who else is suffering from heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney pain, then it must be the Lizheng family. After all, Wanjia Village is different from other places. They are hereditary from generation to generation. Since Wanpeng took over, every household in the village will go through him if they want to do anything. Only he knows the oil and water, but However, Yin Huanyang and his wife made a special case and didn't ask him for anything. During the period of building the house, Wanpeng stepped forward many times with the cheek, and without exception, they were all blocked back by the gangsters recruited by Chu Tianlang. I haven't seen each other.

"What are you talking about, talkative woman? Go away, don't you think it's embarrassing enough?"

Glaring viciously at his mother-in-law, Wan Peng was so angry that he was almost smoking with a cattail fan.

"You will only be fierce at me."

Mrs. Lizheng followed behind, swearing and chanting endlessly. The more she thought about Wanpeng, the more unhappy she felt, and the resentment towards Yin Huanyang and his wife couldn't help but increase a bit.

Yin Huanyang's new residence

"Brother Ye, everything has been moved, what shall we do next?"

In just half a month, Huzi and the others were all tanned. Since the day the house was built, they went to the mountains to "hunt", and they went there almost every day. They were so exhausted that they couldn't stand up straight, they came back in the middle of the afternoon every day, and they could barely breathe. If Feng Jiye hadn't told them in advance that he would help tidy up the house and officially move to a new house, they would At this moment, I have been chasing and racing with wild beasts in the mountains.

"What else can you do? Wash your face and go to the main room to read and practice calligraphy. Today, each of you must copy five characters."

"what?"

Hearing this, several people cried and wailed instantly. They would rather go to the mountains to race with wild beasts than to practice calligraphy. Brother Ye is strict, and every stroke is in place. Even if a word is not written well, the whole article must be rewritten. Zhu once wrote that he couldn't open his eyes until midnight before passing the level. At that time, all his parents came and found out that Brother Ye and Brother Yang were teaching him to practice calligraphy. Be stricter, in short, it's tears, they don't want to practice calligraphy at all.

"Ah, what? Why don't you go quickly, you all look very energetic, why is your handwriting so ugly? It's like a dog crawling, if you can't write well, today's task will be doubled."

Feng Jiye, who was holding the child, put on a tiger face on purpose, and the little lion was hopping around beside him, its body had recovered a long time ago, but it was unwilling to leave, the old lion had nothing to do with it, it could only be let It continues to stay here, but occasionally the old lion will force it back to the mountain, and come back with it at night.

"Fuck, Brother Ye, you are simply a devil."

Doubling again? !

Led by Huzi Chuntao, the four of them didn't dare to be skinny anymore, they hurriedly fetched water to wash their faces, and prepared to go back to the house to practice calligraphy. Five pieces of calligraphy could kill them, let alone ten pieces?

"Yeye, what shall we have for lunch?"

Chu Tianlang, who saw Tian'er running towards their house recently, flicked his toes and moved closer. For some reason, he always felt that the food at Yeye's house was more delicious, and he was almost addicted to it.

"You care what we eat?"

It was rare that he didn't have to go up the mountain, Yin Huanyang firmly dominated his daughter-in-law, and rushed straight to Chu Tianlang full of resentment.

"Huanyang, aren't you? I brought so many firecrackers to celebrate your official housewarming. Once the firecrackers are set off, you drive people away. Do you have any moral conscience?"

"no!"

"Ha ha…"

Yin Huanyang answered very frankly, Feng Jiye didn't hold back, and couldn't help laughing and fell into his arms. The two of them quarreled every time, and every time they got more funny, if he wasn't still caught in the middle, he couldn't help but cry. I wonder if the two are lovers of adultery.

"Both of you have no conscience. It's better to rely on you than rely on yourself."

Waiting for them to look maliciously on purpose, Chu Tianlang raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Azhong, Ahxin, go cook, cook all the wild game in the kitchen, anyway, it's not my master's, I want to eat enough today."

Chu Ershao didn't have the slightest sense of being a guest, and spent half a month with them, as if he regarded this place as his own home.

"Yes."

Seeing that Feng Jiye didn't object, Ah Zhong and Ah Xin turned around and went to the kitchen.

"Let's ignore him every night, is Xiao Baozi asleep? I'll carry him back to the crib."

One last look at Chu Tianlang, Yin Huanyang carefully took over his son from him, after half a month of intensive care, plus his own appetite, he had to eat three dozen milk bottles every day, and sometimes a supper , there is some flesh on the cheeks of the little bun that has gradually opened, and the skin is white and tender, as if water would flow out when pinched, but now he still wakes up every day, eats and sleeps, rarely opens his eyes, and is so cute. excessive.

"You also go to the bathroom to take a shower later. It's convenient to take a shower now, and you don't need to just take a shower every night like before."

Seeing that his clothes were soaked in sweat, Feng Jiye said with concern that the well in their house was drilled outside the kitchen, but the well was sealed. He changed the push-type water-taking device from the system store, and talked with everyone. The iron gate was brought back together, and it was claimed that it was custom-made by someone, and no one doubted it.

"it is good."

Yin Huanyang grinned, carried his son into their room on the left, looked at his figure, and Chu Tianlang said sincerely: "I gradually understand why you value him, even if you are likely to be hurt by him, you are willing to take a gamble gone."

This person is really too pure, kind and obedient. People with serious thoughts like them can't resist such a temptation, and Huanyang is stupid, but he won't drag his legs to do stupid things. It is also extremely precious.

"Hehe...Sometimes I really wonder if you have mind reading skills."

I have to say that Chu Tianlang is very accurate in seeing things and knows him very well. No, to be precise, he knows himself, and they are very similar in some aspects, so he guessed that his thoughts and thoughts are so allow.

"Ha ha…"

Chu Tianlang raised his head and smiled, turned around and entered the main room, Feng Jiye raised his hands to cover his eyes and looked up at the fiery red sun in the sky, how long can such ordinary and happy days last?If he could, he hoped for a lifetime. He didn't care who the future emperor of the Ming Xia Kingdom would be. He only cared about whether his own life was going well. Unfortunately, that's impossible, right?Especially recently, Huanyang has done more and more things unconsciously, and he gradually feels that it will not be too long before that day arrives.

"Can you write this level of copying?"

Seeing their crookedly copied characters, Chu Tianlang felt horrible, no wonder Yeye asked them to practice calligraphy every day no matter how tired they were.

"Come here if you have the ability, don't stand and talk without back pain."

Chun Tao, who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, said without raising her head that the copybook Feng Jiye gave them was actually the kind of copybook specially used by elementary school students in modern society. After half a month, the hand holding the pen is still not stable enough, and of course the handwriting is not good-looking.

"Grandpa will show you a demonstration."

Chu Tianlang raised his eyebrows and sat down, picked up an extra copybook, and took a ballpoint pen: "This one is also weird, but it should be easier to use than a brush. I'll ask Yeye where I bought it later. , I will also buy some back for my father and brother to use.”

After researching over and over again, Chu Tianlang opened the copybook and glanced at how Chuntao and the others held the pen. They didn't copy it, and wrote the three characters Chu Tianlang on the white paper. fried days.

"Yo, I can't tell. Master Lang's handwriting is pretty good."

Chuntao, who didn't know when she stopped, picked up his copybook and looked at it, and expressed her sincere praise. Chu Tianlang tapped her on the head with the ballpoint pen: "How do you say, the master's handwriting only matches two words well?"

After all, he is the young master of a rich family, and reading and writing are basic equipment, but he is usually too messy, and others think he is useless. In fact, his handwriting is even praised by his father, Master Chu.

"Yes, yes, your uncle writes well, can you write well? Don't disturb our calligraphy practice."

Rolling her eyes angrily, Chuntao threw the copybook to him, and sat down again to pick up the pen.

"Little girl!"

Chu Tianlang was amused by her, so Feng Jiye, who came in from the outside, took the copybook from his hand and looked at it: "Let's be so-so."

After finishing speaking, Feng Jiye threw the copybook into his arms in a mocking manner.

"Yeye, you are jealous, naked jealousy!"

Holding the copybook, Chu Tianlang strongly protested, but in the next second, the copybook was taken away from him again.

"so ugly!"

Following the worse comments, the copybook returned to his arms, and Yin Huanyang, who took a shower and changed into clean clothes, walked up to his daughter-in-law with his head held high and sat down obediently. .

"Damn it, are you husband and wife teaming up to bully people? Are you still shameless?"

"No."

"that is!"

"Hahaha…"

Feng Jiye grinned and threw him a bright smile, and Yin Huanyang agreed tacitly. The Huzi and the others who were serious about practicing calligraphy suddenly laughed unsteadily. The only one who couldn't smile was probably Chu Ershao. With a fire, he would definitely burn this pair of shameless dogs to death without blinking an eye.