Those years when I was a tool person

Back in the small courtyard on the mountain, the first thing Song Xin did was to cut off the rope in the room.

After winding up the rope and throwing it out the door, he had a look of vengeance on his face: "Hahaha, I finally don't have to sleep with this thing anymore!"

Now that I have a wife, I don't want to sleep on such a broken rope!

Rong Ying was speechless, and couldn't help teasing him: "Tear the rope, maybe you want to sleep on the ground?"

The smile on Song Xin's face froze, and when he turned his head to see Rong Ying's serious question, he panicked and took a quick look at the only bed in the room, thinking that what Rong Ying meant was that he didn't want to be with him sleep in bed.

He had been looking forward to sharing the same bed for so long, but if Rong Ying disagreed, there was nothing he could do.

Just as he was considering whether to pick up the rope or not, he caught a glimpse of the gradually spreading smile on Rong Ying's face out of the corner of his eye. He froze for a moment, then became angry and jumped up like a hungry tiger.

Rong Ying was standing on the edge of the bed, when she saw him rushing towards him, she subconsciously stretched out her arm to catch it, so the two of them lay on their backs together on the bed.

When he fell down, Song Xin did not forget to protect Rong Ying's waist with his hands, and before he recovered, he held his head and quickly kissed his forehead.

Rong Ying: "..."

Why do you love to kiss your forehead so much?

The days will pass quickly when they calm down. One month later, an accident happened when I went to search for wood in the deep mountains, and a person in the wood yard disappeared.

The person in charge sent several people to search in the mountains for two days but failed to find them. Just when everyone thought that the person was lost in the deep mountains and there was no possibility of surviving, the person came back by himself and brought back a piece of good news. ——

By chance, he found a 500-year-old golden nanmu in the mountains.

As soon as the news spread, it was immediately reported to the local government by the steward. After uploading layer by layer, it didn't take long for the above to send a message, ordering everyone in the Kichang to transport nanmu into the imperial city.

This order also meant that the work of Muchang in the mountains came to an end. Their most urgent task now was to send all the round logs out of the mountains and transport them all the way to the imperial city hundreds of miles away.

The amount of round logs accumulated in the lumberyard is so large that it is absolutely not enough to rely on the power of cattle, horses and animals.

However, the location of the wood yard was chosen for its purpose. In order to facilitate the transportation of logs, all the coolies were arranged to go to the lake behind the wood yard. They wanted to open up the lake within three days and connect it to a nearby road The great river that flows out of the mountains.

On the day the lake was dug through, Rong Ying also arrived at the wood farm, and his escort was needed to transport the nanmu all the way, in order to avoid some man-made accidents.

The cattle and horses were driven to bring the logs from the lumber yard to the lake, and then the coolies pushed them into the lake one by one, allowing them to float into the river along the flow of the lake.

Seeing countless logs drifting down the river, Rong Ying turned around and called Song Xin, "Let's go."

"Hey, good."

Song Xin, who was helping to push the wood, stood up, wiped his hands on his clothes, ran towards Rong Ying, and took the burden from his shoulder: "Aren't you going to say goodbye to the teacher?"

"Need not."

Rong Ying compared the progress of the plot and guessed that the hero had already returned once at this time.

The purpose of his coming back this time was to persuade Mrs. Jing Shen to join the assassination team formed by other Jiang Hu people because he saw Han Baoyin's more and more excessive evil deeds outside.

This is an organization specifically targeting Han Baoyin, and it is full of people with lofty ideals who gathered together to assassinate Han Baoyin.

At this point in time, the teacher should have been persuaded to go out to the imperial city with the hero, even if they went, they would not see anyone.

The master and the hero felt ashamed of Han Jianlin, but people in Jianghu had clear grievances and grievances. Han Baoyin, a sycophant, was one of their must-kill targets more than ten years ago, so they would not show mercy to Han Baoyin because they were worried about Han Jianlin.

Similarly, Han Baoyin will not soften his heart towards them when it is time to make a move.

Rong Ying couldn't get involved in the struggle between these two parties, he could only be a bystander.

All the logs were pushed into the river, and the coolies walked along the river bank to the outside of the mountain.

At the front of the team, there are special personnel to open the way. They hold a long-handled sickle and are responsible for cutting down the branches and vines blocking the way and clearing the roadblocks.

Everyone divided the work among themselves. Although the way down the mountain was difficult, the efficiency was very high. It took less than two days to reach the exit of the mountain.

With the help of the buoyancy of the river, all the logs drifting along the river were piled up on the downstream river beach. When Rong Ying and Song Xin arrived, many people had already started to salvage them.

It was the cold winter time, when the coolies went into the water in single clothes, their legs were immersed in the cold water, and they stiffened into a stone.

The steward was staring at the shore, and when he turned his head and saw Rong Ying, he immediately greeted him: "Han Shaoxia, I depend on you for this journey!"

Emperor Taikang was unpopular, and Han Baoyin was notorious, so some people could not understand the two of them's actions of wasting money, wasting people's money, and making great achievements, and came out to sabotage halfway.

Although the local government also sent people to guard all the way, but they have 200 people, after all, they are not worth a Han Jianlin.

It's about Han Baoyin, as his nominal parent-child, Rong Ying showed neither humbleness nor condescension to the steward's flattery: "The steward's words are serious, we will do our best."

Song Xin on the side nodded solemnly to express his agreement. His current skills are different from before. Seriously speaking, he is also a hero. If there is a fight, he will never be afraid.

A disciple cannot lose his master.

How to transport the logs back to the imperial city is another major project.

Throughout the ages, most of the labor-intensive large objects such as transporting boulders and giant trees will choose to count nine times when splashing water can turn into ice.

After the coolies descended from the mountain, they began to dig a deep well every [-] meters along the road. Others took water from the well and poured it on the ground. Pulled by a bullock cart to move forward.

The bullock carts were pulled in front, and there were coolies behind, and the journey was hard and unimaginable.

On the way, the north wind suddenly picked up, and snowflakes began to float in the sky. The transportation team braved the wind and snow for a certain distance, and finally some people lost to the severe cold and passed out.

There was a commotion in the team, and the steward scolded twice, and had to order everyone to rest where they were, and continue on their way when the snow stopped.

Rong Ying took a look at the fainted man and realized that he was just too tired and exhausted before he collapsed. Seeing that someone was busy taking care of him, he left.

Rong Ying looked around and found that Song Xin was sitting on the bullock cart not far away, not knowing what he was doing furtively, so he walked over quietly.

The weather was extremely cold, and she was wearing a lot of clothes. Rong Ying tugged on her outer robe, trying to block the cold wind that kept blowing into her collar.

There were still a dozen steps away from the bullock cart, and Song Xin turned his head warily. Seeing that it was Rong Ying, his wary expression immediately turned into panic, and he hurriedly hid his right hand behind his back.

Capitalized "There is no silver 300 taels here".

"Why did you come back so soon? Aren't you going to deliver medicine to the fainted man?"

"He is tired, just rest for a while, and he is not injured." So there is no need to take medicine.

But this person in front of him——

Rong Ying moved closer and stared at Song Xin: "What were you doing just now?"

There must be something hidden from him.

"No, I didn't do anything." Song Xin looked away and pushed Rong Ying's face away, it was too close, he couldn't help but want to do something bad.

Rong Ying didn't believe it, Song Xin's reaction was obviously a guilty conscience: "Take out your hand and show me."

"Look, what are you looking at? There's nothing to see."

"Take it as you please, so much nonsense!"

"..."

Song Xin took a sneak look at Rong Ying, and found that his face was serious, and immediately faltered, stretching out his hand tremblingly.

His hands are not resistant to frost, and in winter, no matter whether the weather is cold or not, as long as they are touched with cold water or blown by cold wind, they will crack immediately.

He has been digging wells to fetch water along the way. Originally, his physical fitness has improved a lot due to practicing martial arts, and his hands that are often frostbitten are only blue and purple from time to time. He never thought that after a snowstorm, what should come will always come.

Looking at the two hands stretched out in front of her eyes that had been frozen into pig's trotters, Rong Ying sighed, took out a bottle of medicine from her arms, pulled Song Xin to sit aside, lowered her head and gave him the medicine.

"Although it is not a medicine specifically for frostbite, it can at least make the wound heal faster."

With a serious face, he gave Song Xin the medicine lightly.

"If you're hurt, you're hurt. What's there to hide? Don't let me know."

Song Xin was a little embarrassed, he didn't say it was because he felt that Rong Ying had too many things to do recently, and he didn't want him to worry about himself.

It's just that these words are too hypocritical, so he just grinned twice and didn't answer.

Rong Ying didn't say that he had to listen to him explain the reason. He lowered his head and blew lightly on the frostbite on Song Xin's fingers, then rolled his eyes, seeing that no one noticed the corner where they were, he opened his eyes Collar, stuffed Song Xin's hands into his chest to warm up.

Song Xin:! ! !

Fireworks exploded in Song Xin's mind instantly.

Although there are still several layers of clothing, the heat from his hands is still enough to burn people to ashes.

So much so that he couldn't speak smoothly: "I, I, I..."

"Shh, don't talk!"

Song Xin was irritated and stuttered, stuttering and at a loss, Rong Ying held his hand to prevent him from pulling it back: "Don't move around, Nuan Nuan will get better."

Song Xin: "..."

I love winter!

In the wilderness, with no shelter, a gust of cold wind picked up again, blowing Rong Ying's hair on the temples, brushing Song Xin's cheeks in strands, making him feel itchy.

Unable to resist grabbing the strand of hair and playing with it in the palm of his hand, Song Xin quietly turned his lower body to help Rong Ying block the wind blowing on his face.

Feeling that the wind was blocked, Rong Ying raised his head and saw that Song Xin had laughed like a fool.

"No promise."

Rong Ying was disgusted, but she also laughed after saying the words.

Two months later, it was the beginning of spring in the imperial city, the snow melted, and it was the time when all things were born.

The willow trees by the moat sprouted, and pieces of light yellow floated back and forth with the breeze, and fell on people's faces, rubbing them gently, full of the breath of life.

Under a willow tree, Rong Ying said goodbye to Song Xin with the rare things she bought in various cities along the way: "I need to go back to the Han Mansion, and you will follow the steward to send Nanmu to Tiangong, and stay there temporarily. After a while, I will find you later."

Song Xin was not very happy: "I don't want to be separated from you."

"Just one day."

"Not seeing each other every day is like three autumns. In my eyes, you leave for one day, which is as unbearable as three years."

Rong Ying: "..."

"So, there is only one day, you have to keep track of the time and don't stay longer."

Song Xin heard a lot of rumors about Han Baoyin along the way, and he didn't have a good impression of his little master as the father.

"I see, don't worry." Rong Ying waved to Song Xin and walked towards the Han residence.

Song Xin watched him leave, feeling a little worried, but he also knew that the two were bound by blood after all, even though Han Baoyin did many evils and was not a good person, he could not stop the little master from recognizing this father.

People from Muchang were about to enter the city, and someone came to inform Song Xin that they were ready to leave. He came back to his senses, grabbed the wicker that floated to his face, and angrily tore off the new green shoots on it.

"Floating around, I'm so annoying, can't you see that I'm angry? I really don't wink at all!"

……

Guided by the memory of the original owner, Rong Ying arrived at the gate of Han Mansion smoothly.

The guard guarding the gate glanced at him vigilantly, and signaled him to leave quickly with his eyes, so as not to get in the way here.

Rong Ying walked straight towards the guard who was winking at him: "Please go in and report, and say that Han Jianlin is here to visit."

The guard's eyes widened upon hearing this.

"Why are you still standing still, the eldest son is back, hurry up and tell the master!" Another guard reminded his companion bitterly, for fear that he would offend the darling of the master's family as soon as he came.

Each of their door guards had a portrait of the legendary eldest son in their hands, and Han Baoyin asked them to carry it with them, in case Han Jianlin got enlightened and wanted to return to the Han Mansion one day, so that he would not be hindered by the people in the mansion.

The guard in front of Rong Ying happened to be on duty for the first time today, and he hadn't had time to open and read the portrait after it was sent out, who knew that such a coincidence happened to be in the current situation.

The new guard was terrified by his companion's shout, and when he came back to his senses, Rong Ying was still looking at him, "Brother, young master, wait a moment, I'll tell the master right away!"

After all, he ran to the mansion immediately.

Rongying waited outside the door for a while, when Han Baoyin hurriedly came out when he heard that his son was coming home.

Although Han Baoyin was a very bad person, he was heartbroken for the only child left by his wife: "My Lin'er, you are back!"

Rong Ying heard the sound and looked over, this was the first time he saw the world's number one villain.

Different from the rumored image of evil spirits who can stop children from crying at night, Han Baoyin has a very elegant appearance. He is 40 years old, wearing a black gold-painted robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a two-inch long beard on his chin, which is very well groomed. Clean, overall looks extraordinary.

Father and son reunited. Although Han Baoyin had seen his lost and recovered baby son long ago, it was the first time for both Rong Ying and Han Jianlin to return to the Han Mansion, which made him very happy.

"Aren't you going to leave when you come back this time? What's so interesting about Jianghu? It's not comfortable to stay in the imperial city. You also know that with your father around, the entire imperial city, as long as it is what you want, can't be given by your father." No way!"

In order to keep his son, Han Baoyin couldn't help coaxing people as soon as they met, and played very slippery with the way of exalting the high and trampling the low.