Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Xie Feng put his legs together and tried his best to act like a little brother.

He went to take out the remaining taro from the wooden cart, observing the movement of the crowd with anticipation and trepidation.

"Oh, this is embarrassing, I guess it must be your wife." The villager with thick lips said firmly.

"Huang Hu, you have bad eyesight. This kid must have been with that brother as a brother."

Song Jingwen smiled and took two taro cakes from Xie Feng's hand, and sent them directly to Huang Hu's table, "The answer is correct, please eat taro cakes."

Whether it was from the heart or not, the other villagers quickly said a lot of good things when they saw this, and used their limited vocabulary to praise that the two were a match made in heaven.

Song Jingwen happily gave each of them a small piece of boiled taro, "You all have good eyesight, and you can speak nicely. Then I will give you something new, taro."

Xie Feng's handsome face was getting redder and redder. Seeing Song Jingwen keep sending out taro, his expression changed suddenly. He pulled Song Jingwen over and shook the few taro in his hand, "Whatever they say, why are you giving it away for nothing? , it’s all money.”

Song Jingwen brought the whole pot of taro over, and tapped his nose, "I don't want children to be caught by wolves, I have to let them taste it first before anyone buys it."

Xie Feng stopped talking and stared straight at the group of people.

Slowly, Xie Feng didn't have time to stare at them.More and more people came back to the village, especially the bullock carts from each village drove past the intersection one after another.

The sharp-eyed villagers of Shipo Village shouted directly, "Old man Song, isn't that your grandson, and the little brother of Xie's family, what are you selling?"

Song Xingping also looked at the intersection in bewilderment, and finally turned his head to look at the two brothers Song Shishan and Song Shihai, both of whom had their hands together.

Song Xingping waved his hands at everyone calmly, and what he said was complaining, but his tone was so proud, "He must have messed with something to eat again, and I will definitely not send him to study. I will study these things every day."

Song Shihai jumped off the bullock cart, rubbed his legs and ran towards Song Jingwen, "Nephew, what is this? Why is it also called 'Xianghuan'?"

"Second Uncle, this is skewers, as well as taro, taro cakes are all made by Xie Feng." Song Jingwen pulled Xie Feng, and circled the person in front of him, "His hand is a coincidence, look at these taro paste, it looks good Well. Well, good people always attract each other."

Song Shihai felt that he was inexplicable and kept saying things that others couldn't understand. He once suspected that Song Jingwen's mind was not good enough.

"Don't make some things that are not there, get some for your second uncle and me to try."

Xie Feng had already packed it, and after hearing this, he brought the bamboo tube to his eyes without hesitation, "These offal have been blanched, and the taste is very good."

Song Shihai stared at him with a happy mood, and he looked quite upright, "Not bad, his hands and feet are also quick, and this helper is well hired."

Song Jingwen broke Song Shihai's body and told him to eat elsewhere.Look at what you said, this is your future niece and daughter-in-law, what a helper, this is a cover-up.

When they were all at the entrance of the village, the villagers of Shipo Village simply got off the bullock carts.Song Dali filled the bamboo tube with bone broth, and put a few skewers in the middle, "Son, come and eat something."

Song Yan tied up the ox cart, and there was a gust of wind when he walked, "Father, have you eaten yet?"

Song Dali nodded naturally, he was happier watching Song Yan eat than he was full.

There are only so many things made, and the stalls will be closed when they are sold out.

On the way back, the wooden cart was handed over to the second uncle, and the three men of the Song family were able to run after a tiring day.

Song Jingwen distanced himself from them intentionally or unintentionally, and turned halfway to Xie's house, "Tomorrow we will go to town."

Xie Feng nodded, holding the fifty cents in his hand, which he earned by himself.There are as many as fifty words, which always makes him feel a little unrealistic.

The money was not secure, he tugged at Song Jingwen's sleeve and muttered, "It's too much."

"How many farts, doing business to make money." Song Jingwen rubbed the back of his head, looked up at the stars, "I really want to marry you now."

The speaker is interested, and the listener is also interested.

Xie Feng stared until dawn, made breakfast energetically and ran out.

Sun Cui stood in the yard leaning on a broom, "Where are you going to die, now you don't cover your face every day, and you still run around. Why, do you have a man outside?"

What I heard early in the morning was harsh scolding, Xie Feng's bloodshot eyes were sour, "I went to help Song's family, and I told you about it the day before yesterday."

Sun Cui snorted, "If An'er hadn't told me, I would have thought you were an An'an worker. I didn't expect you to be dishonest. Seeing that the Song family's life is getting better, you want to post it?"

Sun Cui stretched out her hand, "Where's yesterday's salary?"

Xie Feng bit his lip and handed in thirty Wen, and he hid the remaining twenty Wen.Therefore, when he arrived at Song's house, he was like an eggplant beaten by frost.

The Xie family had a lot of troubles, Song Jingwen hugged him distressedly, "Don't wait until next year, give me another two months, and I will let grandma go to your house to propose marriage."

Ningchang Town is still as prosperous as ever, and the bun sellers have already set up tables.

Song Jingwen set up the Chuan Chuan stalls next to the chili sauce, and asked his grandfather to take care of them first, and took Xie Feng to Donglin Street by himself.

The layout of Che's house has the characteristics of a modern garden. Song Jingwen's expression hasn't changed along the way, he doesn't have the bumpkin look of a farmer who is surprised when he sees a big family.He has even seen the Forbidden City, and he was touched by the natural beauty of the gardens and pavilions in front of him.

The boy leading the way couldn't help giving him a high look, even the one next to him showed no signs of fear.

Xie Feng was amazed at the magnificence of the Che Mansion, but his face remained calm, and he followed Song Jingwen expressionlessly.

Cha Jinwu just got up, drinking this year's new tea lazily, while the two maidservants behind him waved cattail fans rhythmically.

He raised his eyes to look at Song Jingwen, passed Song Jingwen and fixed his eyes on Xie Feng.He is from Kyoto, and he has the opportunity to meet people from other countries than people from small places.

At this moment, he also felt novelty, the gray-green eyes gave him a strange sense of familiarity.Can't remember for a while, but what is certain is that he has never seen this person before.

"This is my daughter-in-law, go see little brother Bai." Song Jingwen snorted, and stepped in front of Xie Feng unobtrusively.

Che Jinwu laughed, he thought he was a man, and asked in a good mood, "Tell me, what's your business so early?"

Song Jingwen passed the wooden board in his hand, "I agreed to give you a gift last time."

Che Jinwu flipped through the boards disdainfully, "Just one board? You...are you framing me?"

"Hey, I knew you were ignorant. Little ancestor, show him." Song Jingwen rested his right leg on his left ankle, shaking his leg comfortably.

Xie Feng pulled it lightly, and the wooden board turned into a stool, explaining, "It is a wooden board when closed, and it is a stool when it is unfolded. There is also a table that can also shrink, and it has not been moved here yet."

Che Jinwu became interested, and fiddled with the wooden board in his hand over and over again, "Where did you get this, did you make it?"

Song Jingwen shook his head, so Cha Jinwu locked his eyes on Xie Feng again, "This little brother did it?"

Xie Feng retreated to Song Jingwen's side, enduring the scrutiny of his body, if he didn't see this person as an untouchable person, he would have swung his fist.

"Where are you looking, look at me." Song Jingwen thumped the table angrily, and the tea in the teacup splashed out.

Che Jinwu looked over, raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and said angrily, "The one in your hand is a tortoiseshell lamp, and the market price is 27 taels of silver."

Song Jingwen snorted and wanted to turn the teacup around, "Don't think about the blueprint, I'll sell it. But you can find a carpenter to make it for you. I know you have a way to transport it to Kyoto. I will give it to you." Make a suggestion, it’s up to you whether you make money or not.”

Song Jingwen slipped away after delivering the things, leaving behind the young master of the Che family who was thinking, "Oh, you can transport the table when you have time."

On the way out of the mansion, he bumped into Bai Jinrong head-on, and he couldn't hold back his face. He hurriedly pulled Xie Feng over, "This is my husband." Out of the mentality of doing nothing, he deliberately emphasized the word "my husband."

Xie Feng stretched out his small tongue and licked his lower lip, "I'm Xie Feng."

Bai Jinrong obviously didn't expect this to be a brother, he stammered and held Xie Feng's hand, and said incoherently, "I'm Bai Jinrong, um, what do you usually eat, I want to be as strong as you. No, no, I It means that I feel a little weak, I... I want to learn from you."

Bai Jinrong whispered to Xie Feng behind Song Jingwen's back, and he didn't know what was discussed, so he jumped up excitedly.

Song Jingwen hooked his neck to eavesdrop and was pushed back by Xie Feng, only vaguely heard words such as going up the mountain and coarse grains.

Song Jingwen leaned against Xie Feng's back unhappily, bumped into him and walked forward, couldn't help asking curiously, "What did you and Bai Jinrong say?"

Xie Feng took a step forward, almost throwing Song Jingwen to the ground, "It's about my brothers, why are you asking so many questions?"

Song Jingwen stuck to him stickyly, shaking his head, "If you don't ask, don't ask. It's good to have a good relationship with him. He is the young master of the Bai family, although he is only a collateral branch of the Bai family among the four major families in Kyoto."

Xie Feng paused, frowned and grabbed Song Jingwen's wrist, his expression flustered, "You said, he is a collateral branch of the Bai family? The Bai family in charge of the Ministry of Industry?"

Song Jingwen thought for a while, just looking at the relationship between the Bai family and the Che family, if the Che family has people in Beijing, then this Bai family should also be.

He nodded, his wrists were tightly locked by Xie Feng, and his palms gradually became numb.

Song Jingwen rubbed Xie Feng's hand, inserting five fingers into the other's, "What's the matter, he is just a humble collateral."

Xie Feng was unconsciously taken away by Song Jingwen, and he immediately decided to stay away from Bai Jinrong.Although he didn't know much about the events of his previous life, it was impossible for him not to know about such a big news that the Bai family was ransacked and executed.

Among the four major families, the Bai family was uprooted overnight, and he dared not gamble that if he and the other party had a close relationship, they might not be able to escape.

Xie Feng's mouth was suddenly stuffed with a chubby something sweet, and his wild thoughts were interrupted just like that.

Turning around, Song Jingwen was looking at him with a smile, and put the candied haws in his other hand, "Is it sweet?"

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 14, 2.4th year of Yuanlong calendar

My daughter-in-law loves sweets very much, so I worked hard to find sugar cane.