Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Li Xiaodong went to Shipo Village in a carriage. Because it was too cold and the temperature dropped sharply, he would not choose to blow the cold wind if he could take a vehicle that shielded from the wind.

Li Xiaodong held the hand stove, pushed open the small window and looked out of the carriage, a depressed scene came into view.

The groom steadily parked the carriage at the entrance of Song's courtyard, and Li Xiaodong opened his eyes.He jumped out of the carriage without the help of the boy's arm.

Both legs were numb from the shock, and I almost sprained my feet.Li Xiaodong couldn't help but blame that the road was so uneven that his bones were about to be knocked apart.

The boy knocked on the door and was told that Song Jingwen had gone to the factory.Fortunately, the distance between the two places was not too far, so he left aside the care of the servant and ran towards that direction happily.

This Shipo village has changed a lot, there are several small buildings, and a wall is being built.

Li Xiaodong followed the directions to the second floor, opened a door casually, and rubbed his hands excitedly, "Boss Song...who is this?"

When the voice fell to the ground, Li Xiaodong froze in place immediately, there were too many people in this room.And they are all wearing veils, no matter how they look, they don't look like good people. He once thought he had fallen into a den of thieves.

When Li Xiaodong pushed the door, there was quite a commotion. Dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on him, and the original conversation immediately disappeared without a trace.

The whole room was so quiet that he couldn't breathe, and everyone locked on his movements blankly.

It doesn't feel good to be stared at by so many people, Li Xiaodong twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "Well, you are busy, I will find Boss Song."

He closed the door as he stepped back, and waved with a smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, you guys continue."

Li Xiaodong was about to turn around when he closed the door, when a big, generous hand appeared on his shoulder. He jumped up in fright, and reflexively cursed, "Mother! Who the hell is this?"

Zha Yushu pursed his thin lips, looked at this strange face strangely, and said slowly, "Boss Song is next door. Hello, Young Master Li."

Zha Yushu no longer needs to work with these mountain people, and spends most of his time working in Song Jingwen's studio.

It wasn't the first time Li Xiaodong saw Zha Yushu, but he was shocked by the man's strange eyes. He moved his lips and walked past Zha Yushu, "I'm looking for Song Jingwen."

Cha Yushu shrugged, pointed in a direction, and didn't mean to take him there, "Over there, remember to knock on the door."

After Zha Yushu finished speaking, he entered the room, Li Xiaodong choked for a moment, thinking that Zha Yushu was really not tactful at all.

Li Xiaodong originally guessed where so many people wearing veils came from, but he never thought it was the mountain people who were consigned back by his own boat, but he didn't recognize them wearing veils!

Li Xiaodong knocked on the door, and straightened his clothes seriously.

"Come in, the door is open."

With a smile on his face, Li Xiaodong walked towards Song Jingwen, "Hey, it's really hard to find you. I said that your factory has really raised a lot of people."

Song Jingwen raised his head from behind the table, holding a writing brush in his hand, the tip of the brush was already split, "Hey, why did this Young Master Li come here in person?"

Li Xiaodong clicked his tongue, "I have nothing to do at home, why don't I come to your place for a walk."

He circled around Song Jingwen's table and case, and even lowered his head to search the ground for a while, then straightened up, and jokingly said, "Where is Baby Feng? Aren't you two inseparable? Why are you not together now?"

Song Jingwen took a rubber tree fruit from the table and threw it at him, and laughed and cursed, "You're also called Feng Baobao, I'll beat you up sooner or later. It's next door, I just finished my work here, let's go and have a look."

Song Jingwen smashed a few more fruits in dissatisfaction, "What's wrong, don't ask me to ask about my wife."

Li Xiaodong jumped back with a playful smile, folded his arms and nodded, "Baby Feng is more interesting than you, what's the point of talking about you, a stinky man."

Li Xiaodong held the fruit between his fingers with a smile, and leaned down on his table unceremoniously, "Hey, how many hot posts are left on your side? I'll take it to the town for you to sell."

Song Jingwen put the drawing under the book calmly, leaned back and stretched his waist, opened his eyelids a little, and said calmly, "Things are rare and expensive, and this thing is only sold in winter. "

Li Xiaodong walked side by side with him, the stove in his hand was no longer so hot, he asked puzzled, "Then who do you want to sell to?"

Song Jingwen smiled, stepped forward and hugged Xie Feng affectionately, "Kyoto, although the general model sells in quantity, the price is not affordable by ordinary families."

Li Xiaodong didn't say much, and happily called Feng Baobao, "Why do I feel that it's a bit hot here?"

Xie Feng still held a folding fan in his hand, sporadic beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, "I'm burning something, you can take off your cloak and wear it when you go out."

Song Zichen and Pan Yue nodded politely, one was responsible for screwing the water bag, and the other controlled the heat, sweat dripping down the neck into the clothes.

Pan Yue turned his back uncomfortably, wiped his face all over his face, and muttered to Song Zichen, "Why isn't this person leaving? There are too many outsiders in Boss Song's factory."

Song Zichen smiled at him reassuringly, and patted his tense back with his free hand, "You have to get used to it, Boss Song said, you have to look forward."

Xie Feng hooked Song Jingwen's little finger, he was having some fun, "I know how to make cakes, I made one last night, my brother said it was delicious. I still have a small piece, you wait. "

Song Jingwen looked at Xie Feng's back and raised his eyebrows, bumped Li Xiaodong's shoulder, and flaunted, "Look at how good my wife is and how skillful she is."

Li Xiaodong looked at the door eagerly, his stomach that had never eaten cake was ready to move, he leaned on the door frame, "I'll go and have a look, why haven't you brought it yet?"

"It's not for you, why are you so excited." Song Jingwen rolled his eyes speechlessly, dragged him back by his collar.

Xie Feng came out of his studio, carefully holding a plate, the cake on it was cut into nine small pieces, "You have a taste."

Song Jingwen took a bite under his expectant eyes, and the root of his tooth suddenly became sore.

Xie Feng blinked his eyes, bit his lip, "Is it delicious?"

Song Jingwen nodded with a wry smile, and walked away from Xie Feng's hand without stopping Li Xiaodong, his expression almost tense.

"This is a steamed bun... um..." Song Jingwen swallowed the bangbang hard cake without changing his expression, covered Li Xiaodong's mouth, and smiled very gently, "Eat more if it tastes good."

Li Xiaodong's eyes widened in horror, and the eyeballs almost popped out, "Ummmmmm..."

"Oh, do you still want to eat?" Song Jingwen let go of his hand thoughtfully, and quickly stuffed another piece into Li Xiaodong's mouth.

Li Xiaodong wanted to cry, but couldn't pull Song Jingwen's hand away, so he could only swallow the sweet, salty and fishy cake with tears.

This is not a cake, it is pig food.

Song Jingwen didn't dare to say this, so he could only test, "Little ancestor, have you eaten yet?"

Who would want to eat more, Xie Fenghong nodded with his ears tipped, "I tasted a little bit when it came out of the pot, it's not as delicious as the one you cooked for me on the boat."

Song Jingwen took the plate and stuffed it to Li Xiaodong without hesitation, turned his head to stop Xie Feng who was about to snatch it, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "He is very hungry, let him eat if he wants to eat. Let's go home and continue cooking, it's rare for him Come here, you can't let him go back on an empty stomach."

Li Xiaodong's hand holding the plate trembled slightly, and he cursed, "Song Jingwen, you..."

Song Jingwen blocked Xie Feng's line of sight, covered Li Xiaodong's mouth, and winked to deliver the message, "Pudding, five! Only I can make it, and the town hasn't started selling it yet."

Li Xiaodong's eyes lit up, he folded his fingers together, and yelled vaguely, "Ten!"

Song Jingwen gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely, "Deal!"

Xie Feng pulled Song Jingwen's sleeve unwillingly, "Here's something to eat, if he's hungry, he can eat something else."

Song Jingwen rubbed Xie Feng's head dumbfoundingly, "I'll teach you how to make a more delicious one. I will teach you how to make it. I'll give this to Li Xiaodong."

Song Jingwen bit the three words "hand in hand" so hard that he didn't believe that Xie Fengxue couldn't make desserts.

While speaking, the commotion below suddenly became louder. Ding Feizhou rushed into Song Zichen's studio in a panic, his nose was red, and his voice was crying, "Brother Zichen, save my grandma."

Song Zichen came over from behind in a hurry, held Ding Feizhou in his arms distressedly, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Take your time."

Ding Feizhou's hands were still trembling, and he subconsciously grasped Song Zichen's clothes corners. The originally steady child would lose his balance when encountering a life-and-death event, "I can't wake her up, she's cold, she's cold. "

Song Zichen was horrified, and looked at Xie Feng for help, and Xie Feng looked at Song Jingwen again.

"Go and have a look first, hurry up, don't delay." Song Jingwen made a decision, and seemed to be the backbone of the group, "Pan Yue, go and call Dr. Chen."

Song Zichen was very anxious, his biological father and elder brother were not at home, and his elder brother was a little at a loss, "What did you do today, why did Granny Ding fall ill?"

Ding Feizhou was sobbing, his cuffs were stained with snot, and it was even more damp with such a touch, and he shivered from the cold when he stuck it on his face, "Isn't grandma going to survive this winter?"

Xie Feng's heart felt a little sad, and his footsteps paused.

Song Jingwen noticed something strange, hugged him into his arms, and breathed into the cold ear, "It's okay, don't think too much about it."

Xie Feng looked up at the sky, and said inexplicably, "Winter is dead."

At that moment, Song Jingwen felt that Xie Feng was a little far away from him, as if he would disappear if he let go, he panicked for no reason, and tightened his hand, "Everything will pass."

A handful of snowflakes fell from the sky, Song Jingwen brushed off the white particles on Xie Feng's hair, and said, "Heavy snow heralds a good year, this is Jirui."

Xie Feng's mood became even more depressed, and he walked all the way to Ding Feizhou's house, and a bulge on the worn-out bedding was very eye-catching.

The mass was motionless, as if it had lost its breath.

Song Zichen bravely probed Grandma Ding's breath, which was so weak that it could be ignored. He probed under the quilt with a worried expression, and said worriedly, "It's too cold in this room, and the doors and windows are still leaking."

Song Jingwen noticed it when he was outside. He had imagined that Ding Feizhou's family was in a bad situation, but he didn't expect that the life of the grandparents and grandchildren was worse than that of Gu Feng who lived on the mountain.

Chen Mu was carrying the medicine box, with a thin layer of snow falling on his shoulders, he looked at it carefully, "I'm afraid it's not going to work, let's hang it with some ginger soup, maybe the person will be gone at some point."

Grandma Ding has survived several winters, and her body becomes less and less refreshed as she gets to the back. There are many people who can't survive the severe cold.

Ding Feizhou wailed and threw himself on Grandma Ding, "Grandma, don't sleep. I'm going to collect firewood, we won't sell it, and burn it ourselves. I know you are cold, so I will light a fire for you now, let's get up and warm up."

Xie Feng wrapped his arms around Song Jingwen's waist and muttered, "I'll go to the mountain to see the master tomorrow. It's too cold this year, so I don't worry about him."

"Let's go when the snow stops."

Song Jingwen touched Xie Feng's head, took out two hot stickers with the best materials from his arms, and handed them to Ding Feizhou, "Put these on the soles of your grandma's feet, and warm up the bed first. Make a fire in the house , the doors and windows are closed tightly, if the body gets hot, there is a chance to recover."

Ding Feizhou fell to his knees gratefully, kowtowed to Song Jingwen a few times, and thanked Song Jingwen with snot and tears.

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 17, 9.12th year of Yuanlong calendar

Although the clothes at home had already been washed, the dirty pants were washed by the daughter-in-law herself.I can't break his habit, so I can only make a washboard for him, so I don't have to go to the river to wash clothes.

Lying on the bed today, his eyes suddenly fixed on my abdominal muscles, his slender fingers were dancing on them, he thought he was going to do it again, but he said calmly that my abdominal muscles are like a washboard.I practiced it that night.