Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Seeing Tu Su's resolute attitude, Jia Cong tried a few more methods, but still failed to get those books back.

Since you don't want to come back for the time being, why bother to look at his arrogant and complacent look here?

So, Brother Cong looked at the sky outside and found that it was almost noon.

It just so happens that I don't have to go to the Hanlin Academy today, but I can go to the Zhuangzi in the suburbs to see my father. It's been a few days since I bought it. It's weird!

"My lord, can you arrange a carriage for me?"

Tu Su was stunned for a moment, "You don't have anything to do today, why do you want a carriage?"

After knowing his intentions, Jia Cong was inexplicably not afraid of him, and his goal had not been achieved, so he gave this person a blank stare, "It's getting late, I just go back to the house to have a look."

Tu Fu heard his impatient tone, and almost vomited old blood in his heart. Sure enough, the reason why this little guy came to him was because of those broken books. Now that he couldn't achieve his goal, he immediately turned his back I recognize someone.

What he thought just now was indeed right, so it cannot be returned to him!

The color on his face changed for a while, and he wanted to catch him and teach him a lesson, but although Jia Cong had never practiced any advanced martial arts, the morning exercises these years were not in vain. In addition, he was young and his body was extremely flexible.

Now that he didn't want to be caught by him, he could still do it by surprise. He used the indoor tables and chairs to get outside in a few moments.

The Qiuyang is still quite strong now, instead of standing under the corridor, he walked directly to the middle of the courtyard and let the sun shine directly on him.

This is not only for the convenience of avoiding, but also to test how much Tu Sui really cares about him.

Sure enough, there were guards all around the courtyard, openly or secretly, so a face-saving person like Tufu would naturally not come out to arrest people under their noses, and he would not allow these people to touch Brother Cong because of his overbearing.

So I could only sulk there, and after the two confronted each other for a while, Jia Cong's face blushed slightly from the sun.

Tu Su looked at him and then at the increasingly fierce sunlight, so he had no choice but to compromise and ordered people to prepare chariots and horses, but he was also a master who did not suffer.

"Brother Cong, I have to go to the Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing. It seems that you haven't been there for a while, right? Mr. She probably misses you very much."

Going to Zhuangzi was Jia Cong's original plan, and returning home first was just because he felt more comfortable in his own carriage.

However, now that Tufu offered to go to Zhuangzi on his own initiative, it is not impossible to take the carriage of the palace directly. Anyway, there are also carriages and horses on Zhuangzi when he comes back, so it doesn't take much trouble.

He carefully looked at Tufu's expression again, and judged that this person should not be lying to him, so he nodded in agreement.

Jia Cong thought he was the only one going there by himself, but what happened to the brazen guy next to him?

I really want to kick people down, but after all, there is an age gap, and it is really difficult for him to do this with his small body that has not yet grown up.

And in this small space, it's impossible to pretend that this person doesn't exist, just being cuddled or something...

Tu Sui was also very depressed. The young man next to him really used the words of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge to the extreme.

When I asked him for help last night, he was obedient and obedient, but now that he failed to achieve his goal, he turned his face and turned his back on him in the blink of an eye, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

Seeing that the man looked listless and distracted even in his arms, I felt sour in my heart, "You don't believe me so much? Do you have to take those books back?"

"Are you willing to give it?" Jia Cong's eyes lit up when he heard that Tu Su had taken the initiative to change the topic to those books. You must know that in the morning, this person tried every means to change the subject when he mentioned these things Woolen cloth.

Those eyes were so dazzling that Tu Su, who was almost hurt internally, replied fiercely, "No!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't give him a chance to speak again, and directly blocked the man's mouth. With yesterday's experience, he knows a little bit of propriety today. Although his kissing skills are still terrible, but being careful, At least when the carriage arrived at Zhuangzi, Brother Cong's mouth wasn't as red and swollen as it was yesterday.

However, Jia Cong feels that the current situation seems a little weird. When did Dad and Tu Su get on so well?

Judging by his father's appearance, if it wasn't for the big gap in their identities, they would probably be called brothers now.

A bad thought flashed in my heart, and while the two were chatting in front, I called Zhuangtou to have a closer look at the situation.

Tu Fu said that he was out of the city yesterday for something, so he came to his village and coaxed his father?

Seeing that his father was coaxed into a smile within a few words, wishing to give up all his wealth to others, Jia Cong finally couldn't calm down anymore, and felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

This cunning guy actually bypassed himself and went directly to win over his father. Seeing this, he even had initial results?

This was the first time that after the old man hadn't seen him for a few days, he just said hello and chatted a few words before giving his attention to others. There seemed to be sour bubbles in the air.

He walked forward quickly, pushed Tu Su away from his father at an angle that his father couldn't see, and kept asking his father about these days. Facts have proved that amnesty is sometimes too slow He didn't see his son's careful thoughts at all, and when he saw his son's concern, he immediately forgot about any princes and princes.

The father and son are there, you say something to each other, even the servants who follow next to you can't bear to listen any longer, this is too nasty!

The two people who are comparable to human-shaped lightning arresters have no such self-consciousness at all. Jia Cong also took advantage of the gap and cast a provocative look at Tu Fu, wanting to kidnap his father, hum, as long as he is around for a day, then forget it!

He didn't see the miserable state of Tuli who was stunned and his face turned pale.

Tu Su has never seen such a father and son before, the two are disgusting... It seems that they have not seen each other for 800 years, what is the matter with the appearance of having just experienced life and death?

Even Tu Su, who has never experienced a father's love, has to say that he would rather not have a father's love all his life, and he would never want this!

Received Brother Cong's provocative eyes, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart, I really wanted to pat this guy on the shoulder and say: I really don't care about your father!

But no matter how stupid he is, he still knows that if he says this sentence, a certain one will show his paws to him.

After weighing it, he didn't want to continue to stand here and be disgusted, and he didn't want to disturb the two of them to be disgusted, so he directly waved at the head of the village who was also a little bit overwhelmed.

The Zhuangtou knew that he was a distinguished guest of the master and the third master, so naturally he didn't dare to neglect him, and hurriedly walked over with his head slightly lowered, showing a respectful look.

"I heard from your master yesterday that the rice fields are almost finished?"

That Zhuangtou quickly replied, "If you go back to Ba Ye, it's already finishing."

"You take me to see it now!"

Tu Su said casually, but Zhuangtou was a little hesitant, the two masters are here, is it really okay for me to take the guests there directly?

Turning his head to look in the direction of the old man, he saw that the old man had already started to touch his hands with his wrinkled old face, and complained to his son that his hands had become rough in the past few days. The face is also tanned...

The mournful tone was too penetrating, and the picture was too beautiful to bear to look at directly. Zhuangtou shuddered, and decisively asked someone to take a beautifully woven straw hat and hand it to Tufu to see how he put it on.

He made a gesture and led him to walk towards the newly sorted rice fields.

Even if he will be punished later, he admits it...

Jia Cong comforted his father's wounded heart well, and kept saying, "Daddy seems to be much more energetic these days", "Men are more handsome with dark spots", and finally suddenly became a little depressed Dad was coaxed back.

When he turned his head again, he found that Tu Su had disappeared, and frowned, this guy was too rude, have you forgotten whose Zhuangzi this is!

When I wanted to ask someone to ask, Zhuangtou disappeared, and the remaining servants and people in Zhuangzi also hid far away, and quickly beckoned someone to come over.

Only then did I know that Zhuangtou took Tuli to the newly cultivated rice fields.

Although those rice fields were planned by him from the beginning, he really had never seen what they turned out to be, so he wanted to go and have a look.

After greeting the old man, the father and son walked over there together.

The people in Zhuangzi are busy there, all the paddy fields have been dug, and only some canals are left to be dug to facilitate watering from a small river next to Zhuangzi.

Jia Cong took a closer look, and found that it was almost the same as the route he had drawn before leaving. He nodded and passed the test. Zhuangtou, who was running around beside him immediately after seeing him coming, was satisfied and happy to see him It's terrible, they finally lived up to the third master's expectations.

This paddy field is only [-] mu. Now it is the slack season, the manpower in the village is still sufficient, and the rewards from Jia Cong and his son are also sufficient. Naturally, everyone works quickly and with all their heart.

Now that the canal is dug, it has to be left for a period of time, and winter irrigation can only be carried out when it is cold. This time, the field will be fully irrigated. The fields in low-lying terrain are planted according to the appearance of dry fields, and the harvest will be seen in autumn, and the best way to plant them will be known next year.

While thinking wildly there, Tu Su came over from the river, holding a bunch of water chestnuts in his hand.

The wild water chestnut here has long horns like sharp needles, and the meat is not particularly rich. Except for the children of the farm who really have nothing to eat, they treat it as a treasure, and others will not pick it on purpose.

"What are you doing with this thing?" Jia Cong was puzzled.

But Tu Su just smiled and ignored him, and directly handed the water chestnut to the servant for him to deal with.

Seeing that he was pretending to be mysterious, Jia Cong didn't really want to talk to this man, so he just wanted to turn around and leave.

Just now, Jia She, who had been talking to someone nearby, came over. He probably saw Tu Su picking water chestnuts, and he smacked his lips and said, "That thing is actually good with wine!"

Hearing what he said, Tu Fu narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Gong She is right, since you like it too, why don't people pick some more, and I'll have a good drink with you later."

Jia Amnesty nodded happily, agreed with the proposal, turned around and said to Jia Cong, "Brother Cong, it's time to improve your drinking capacity, men can't drink, it's okay, I think back then..."