From farming to business

Lying on the floor, stretching his waist and slamming his mouth again, Chang Le opened his closed eyes, and the sun shone in through the dilapidated window and fell on his side face warmly, making him feel warm. Can't help but feel a little sleepy again.

Still not quite sober, he turned his head and looked around the room, wondering why he was in such a poor place, blinked his eyes for a while, and then sat up abruptly as if remembering something.

When he turned his head and looked to the side, he found that the bed was already empty, and the sheets covering his body were neatly folded. He stretched out his hand and found that there was no residual warmth on the mattress. Obviously, he had been away for a while. .

Chang Le turned around in a panic and put on his shoes. He didn't even bother to tidy up his messy hair before running out of the house, and there was no one in the yard.

He stomped his feet somewhat annoyed, why did he get up later than the young master, and now people don't know where he has gone, he is not familiar with this village, so he doesn't know where to start.

Yu Feng came back with a slow breath after running in the morning, and saw the boy who was still sleeping soundly pacing back and forth in the yard, like an ant on a hot pot, he pushed open the fence door funny, "If you are anxious If not, go to the toilet in the back of the hospital."

When Chang Le heard his voice, he turned his head and looked over, his anxious expression suddenly turned into joy, and trotted up to meet him, "Master, where have you been so early in the morning?"

"I'm going for a run." Seeing him like a hen that lost its cub, Yu Feng found it even more amused. He bypassed him and went to the stove to fetch water and wash his face. The sweat on his face made him uncomfortable, and he continued between movements. :"Exercise."

Chang Le blinked blankly, thinking about the meaning of his words, turned around and took the cloth towel hanging on the rope, walked to him and held it, "Exercise?"

Yu Feng took the cloth towel and wiped off the water droplets on his face, smiled and shook his forearm, which was much stronger than before, "It means to make the body better."

Chang Le lowered his eyes and glanced at his movements, and then he was a little dazed, and then asked curiously: "The young master is much stronger now, is it because of exercising?"

Previously, the young master's weak body and bones could not be cured by countless doctors, and he could only be treated with medicines from time to time. Now that he is good, he is really puzzled.

Exercising is not a cure for all diseases, how could it be so miraculous, maybe it was because he changed the core, but Yu Feng couldn't tell him, so he stuffed the cloth back into his hand, "Are you very Any why?"

"What's the meaning of this?" Chang Le asked again subconsciously, seeing that he was going to carry a basin to pour water, so he rushed to do it first, and put the cloth towel back on the rope by the way.

He didn't get an answer, so he turned around and planned to continue asking, but saw his young master squatting in front of the stove again, taking firewood and stuffing it into the stove, as if he wanted to light the fire, and he hurriedly trotted over to take over, "Master , don’t always do this kind of rough work, just ask me to come if you have something to do.”

Yu Feng was robbed of his job, so he simply stood up and put his hand on his chest, lowered his head and said to him: "Alright then, you can make breakfast."

"Yes...ah?" Chang Le responded subconsciously before realizing what the other party said, and looked up at the other party with a bitter face, "Master, I am a servant and not a cook, how can I cook?"

Yu Feng knew that he couldn't, so he raised his hand and knocked on his forehead, and when the other party was in pain, he said, "So don't brag about it."

Chang Le wrinkled his facial features and rubbed his forehead. He almost forgot that there was nothing in this broken place, and he had to do everything by himself. Thinking of this, he suddenly put down his hands and raised his head, "Master, you did all these things yourself of?"

"Naturally." Yu Feng didn't know what nonsense he was asking again, so he turned around and searched for the place where he put his food, planning to cook some whole grain porridge and steam a few sweet potatoes, breakfast doesn't need to be too troublesome.

Looking at his skillful movements, Chang Le began to feel sad again. The young master used to have ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, and his hands did not even have a callus. Now not only are they tanned, but even their hands are rough.

Yu Feng picked out a few sweet potatoes that he was satisfied with and turned around, seeing his expression of wanting to cry, he immediately frowned with a headache, "Chang Le, a boy who always cries, will not be able to marry a wife in the future. "

"Ah?" Chang Le sniffed subconsciously when he heard his words, then stood up and straightened her thin chest, "I'm usually stubborn, but it's only when I see the young master that I always lose my composure. Daughter-in-law."

Yu Feng laughed out loud when he saw him like this, as if he saw the bold and ambitious appearance of those new recruits, "Come on, I'm already thinking about marrying a wife at a young age."

"Master!" Chang Le raised his voice and called him dissatisfied, "I'm already eighteen, and the clerk in the shop next door in town is about my age, and they already have children."

Yu Feng, who was serving washed sweet potatoes, paused for a moment, then nodded to admit that he often forgot that this place was different from before, and he was no longer at school age, "Then what kind of wife do you want to marry?"

Chang Le tilted his head and thought for a while, squatted down and took the flint next to him to light the stove, and said, "Of course she is a gentle and virtuous girl, just like the peach red in the house."

The peach red in his mouth is the servant girl serving by his wife Wu Yushu. She is delicate and soft-tempered, and she is always gentle and gentle when she speaks to others.

Yu Feng glanced sideways at the smile on his face unconsciously, and teased, "Since you have a girl you like, why don't you go after her?"

Chang Le frowned when he heard this, and pushed the firewood to make the fire even bigger, "That's the girl next to Madam, how close is it, besides, appreciation is appreciation, it doesn't mean I have to marry back .”

His pretentious appearance made Yu Feng chuckle again, shook off the water drops from the cleaned sweet potato, stood up and put it on the side of the stove, "So she is not the one you want to marry?"

"That's not true..." Chang Le got up and helped him add water to the pot, "It's just that the marriage depends on fate, and it needs mutual consent, so it can last for a long time."

Yu Feng was impressed by his great principles, looked him up and down with his arms around his chest, and said, "Is this what you summed up yourself?"

"Hey..." Chang Le smiled embarrassedly when he asked this, scratched his head and replied, "Isn't it always written like this in the scriptures?"

Yu Feng knew that he, a brat, couldn't see through these things, so he shook his head with a smile, "Although it's from the scriptures, the truth is indeed the same."

Most of the people here pay attention to the fate of their parents, their own wishes are not so important, and a life of making do is just like that.

Yu Feng was not willing to settle down like this, nor would he be so hasty. In the end, he ended up in divorce just like his parents. His other half must support each other for the rest of his life. A strong emotional foundation is required.

Chang Le saw that his erratic eyes seemed to be thinking of something, hesitated and asked tentatively: "What kind of girl does the young master want to marry?"

Yu Feng suddenly came to his senses, but he didn't pay attention to the word "girl" he emphasized, thought for a while, and said: "The one who can spend a simple life with me in a simple way."

"How can a person who marries the young master be poor?" Chang Le frowned in disapproval. The Yu family has a rich background, and when you enter the door, you will be the master, and you will have endless blessings. "Don't underestimate yourself."

Knowing that he didn't understand what he meant, Yu Feng didn't say any more, and waved his fingers to tell him to wash some brown rice, and when the water boiled, he could put it into the pot directly.

According to his instructions, Chang Le took a bowl to fill some rice, filled a ladle with water and poured it in, and said unwillingly, "Have you ever met a suitable girl in this village, Master?"

Yu Feng shook his head lightly, most girls' families rarely go out and wander around, he doesn't have much contact with them, so he doesn't know much about it.

Chang Le nodded in satisfaction, the young master is going back to the capital after all, it's better not to be nostalgic for people in such poor rural areas, he filtered out the water from the bowl that had been washed once, filled it with new water, and seemed He said inadvertently: "There are many ladies in the capital who are in very good conditions. You can look at each other when you go back, and you will definitely find someone who makes you happy."

This is planning to have a blind date for himself, Yu Feng looked at him with a chuckle, and then closed his mouth, that kind of prosperous place was not what he yearned for.

Didn't hear him speak, Chang Le raised his head and glanced at him, saw that his eyes seemed to be distracted, pursed his lips and said: "Young Master, you can't bear to be with the acquaintances in this village?"

Yu Feng raised his eyes to meet his hesitant gaze, nodded without denying it, and said, "Chang Le may think that I am your young master, and Yu Mansion is my home and the place I should stay, but for now For me, Xishan Village is the beginning of my memory.”

These words made Chang Le's heart tremble and his pupils trembled slightly. Since he saw the young master yesterday, he has always been thinking about taking him home. He was puzzled by the idea of ​​always wanting to stay here, and he had never thought about it , for today's young master, maybe he is the stranger who suddenly broke into his life.

But any normal person will not follow a stranger to a place he is not familiar with just because of his few words, it is inevitable that he will resist.

His hands that were still soaking in the bowl tightened slightly, and the rice grains were held tightly in his palms, his eyelashes trembled, and he murmured: "Master..."

Yu Feng seemed to see through what he was thinking at a glance, took a step closer and put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I believe what you say, but... I need some time to sort out my thoughts."

His palm lightly rested on his shoulder, which made Chang Le relax a little. He drooped his eyes, and when he looked up again, he seemed to be firm, and said, "It's okay young master, you don't need to worry, Chang Le will wait for you all the time." I want you to think about it."

Compared with the previous three months of panic, seeing the young master safe and sound is much better now, he really doesn't need to be so anxious to bring him back.

Although Yu Feng felt relieved about his retreat, he also felt a little guilty. He knew that what he wanted to sort out was not the memory, but how to deal with those family members of the original body.

Although he didn't take Yu Fengyan's life directly, he did occupy his body, and he couldn't just let it go anyway.

But the young man in front of him is so foolish, and he has no way of knowing whether Mr. Yu, who has been in business for many years, will also be so foolish. If something is revealed by then, it may not end well, not to mention that there is an unsure enemy. Eyeing.

"Master!"

The high-pitched voice brought Yu Feng back to his senses, and he saw Chang Le looking at him worriedly. He calmed down slightly, and before the other party could speak, he turned sideways and lifted the lid of the pot, "The water is boiling .”

"Ah? Then, what should I do then?" Chang Le followed him and looked back, feeling a little flustered. He has been serving the young master for many years, so where has he ever been in the kitchen?

Yu Feng took the bowl in his hand, poured out the water by pressing the rice grains, put the rice into the pot calmly, then put a grate on it, put the sweet potatoes that had been washed before, and covered it again Lifted the lid of the pot, "Okay, just watch it, you can eat it later."

Standing by the side, Chang Le saw him finishing the work calmly, and couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. As expected of his young master, he is really smart and can learn everything quickly.

The eyes that fell on him Yu Feng felt clearly, but he just didn't bother to pay attention to him. After getting along with this child, he finally found out that there is probably a lack of nerve in his head.