From farming to business

After entering the twelfth lunar month, the weather is getting colder every day. Although it has not snowed yet, the piercing cold is unambiguous. When you wake up in the morning, the ground is covered with frost. If you don’t pay attention, you will fall to the ground. .

On such a day, Yu Feng would run to the town every day, saying that the clothes in the shop were going to be in new styles, and some new leathers just came in during this period, so he naturally wanted to help keep an eye on them.

Ever since she knew his identity, Su Yongyue didn't worry about the man doing work in the town anymore, and rarely asked questions on weekdays.

It's just that every time I see him coming and going against the cold wind, I feel a little distressed. No matter how strong my body is, I can't bear this kind of tossing, so I let him live in a house in the town, and it is more convenient for him to do things.

But it was fine for the lonely family before, but now that he is at home, the other party is not at ease no matter what, only that he has nothing to worry about.

For this, Chang Le expressed his pain. His young master and his young husband were like glue, and he had to drag him such a homeless man to suffer, and no one could see him.

Of course, he thought so, but he really didn't feel so sad. Yu Feng said that he didn't need him to follow him every day, because he didn't want to stay in town to come back, and there was ginger soup prepared every time. .

Su Yongyue couldn't persuade them, and there was nothing they could do. Fortunately, Qin Shan's family's ox carts didn't go to town every day, and they seldom went there when it was cold. For convenience, the two recently borrowed the shop's carriage and took turns on the road. Hurrying up the car, he can still keep warm in the car. Jia Hong is careful, and he specially prepared a small stove, so that he can feel a little more at ease.

Although there was a lot of discussion in the village when the carriage came back for the first time, most of them didn't take it to heart, and they lived their own lives behind closed doors, and those jealous people couldn't do much except talk about it .

After Su Yongyue took care of the household chores, she went back to the house, and found out the fabric that Yu Feng had cut a while ago, planning to make clothes for the two members of the family.

The weather was getting colder, but the clothes on them looked a bit flimsy. He made two new ones and filled them with more cotton, so they would feel warm when they went out.

Especially Chang Le's body is still growing at this age, it seems to be a little taller recently, the cuffs and trousers are a little short, and it feels cold to look at.

Along with it, his appetite has increased, and he eats more and more, which can rival the two of them. Yu Feng often jokes that the family will feed him poorly.

He dug out a few pieces of dark material, and carried the sewing basket to the main room. The stove here was lit at the beginning of the month. The carbon was brought from the town by the man, and he was reluctant to use it after explaining it several times. Without him buy again.

In order to avoid waste, the work of boiling water is now placed here, and a copper pot is warmed, even if the family comes to visit, it can be entertained.

He picked up the iron hook to pick up the charcoal fire in the stove, moved a stool and sat down beside him, rubbing his hands that were a bit cold from working outside just now, and after a while, he picked up the fabric and cut it.

The materials that Yu Feng brought back were all cotton cloth, which was much smoother and softer than coarse cloth, and they were mainly used to make clothes for him. Most of the time, he wore coarse cloth clothes.

According to his words, the old man's skin is rough and fleshy is not so delicate, and it is convenient to do things, so don't feel bad if it is dirty or broken.

Su Yongyue naturally disagreed, and later made some clothes for him and Chang Le, and those coarse cloth ones were reserved for dirty work.

He had seen the other party wearing brocade clothes in the town before, he was really handsome and handsome like a rich young master, he just felt that he was very far away from him in a trance.

Until the hand was held by the man, and he called Fulang with a smile, the uneasiness that he hadn't even noticed receded from his heart, and he tightened the fingers being held.

I don't know if it's because of knowing his identity, these days watching him feel more and more unreal, and I always feel that the person standing in front of me is not so close to him.

Every time such thoughts popped up in his mind, he would despise his hypocrisy, anyone with a discerning eye could see how the man treated him, why bother to think so much.

As he was thinking in his heart, his hand felt a pain, his fingertip was scratched by scissors because of running god, some blood was coming out, he raised his hand to his lips and sucked it.

Shake the cut material and check it for a few times. After seeing that there is nothing wrong, I feel relieved. I straighten it and put it on a small stool on one side. I move the material and cut the other part.

In the past few days, the sky has become more and more gloomy, and the heavy clouds are pressing on the top of the head, which makes people feel a little breathless. He estimated that there will be snow in these two days, and the two of them can put on their clothes sooner after they get out as soon as possible.

Just thinking like this, the cold wind coming in from nowhere made him startled, he raised his head to look at the closed window, and his eyes fell on the corner of the curtain that was raised.

Thinking that he hadn't closed the door properly just now, he put down the things in his hands and walked over, lifted the cotton curtain to pull the door panel, just as his fingertips touched it, he saw something through the crack of the door, and paused slightly.

Snowflakes started to fall outside, he changed his movements, pushed the door open and stepped out, looked up at the sky, the snowflakes were not too big, but fell very finely, a few flakes touched his cheeks and nose, cool.

Su Yongyue frowned slightly, the road from the village to the town was not easy to walk, horseshoes were more likely to slip when it snowed, and if the snow did not stop in the evening, Yu Feng and Chang Le would not be safe when they came back.

He was worried in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He only hoped that the other party would be smarter, and he would stay in the town today and not come back. It would not be a problem for him to be at home by himself.

He raised his hand and wiped the slightly itchy tip of his nose that was covered with a few flakes of snow. He walked out of the eaves against the wind and snow. The sheets he washed yesterday were still hanging in the backyard before they could be collected in time. Don’t get wet with the snow now. up.

Fortunately, the snow should have just fallen, and the white that fell from the bed sheet had not had time to melt, and it was crowded and stuck to the place where the pole was erected.

The things washed in winter always dry slowly, and the sheets in his hands still felt a little damp, so he simply took them back to the main room, the warmer floor should dry faster.

Having brought two high-backed chairs by the fire, he pulled the sheets on them, pulling them to keep them from dusting the floor.

He had just finished his work and before he could sit down again, he seemed to hear the neighing of the horse vaguely. He stopped and turned his head with some doubts. There was no other horse in the village except the one borrowed by Yu Feng from the town. .

With a thought in his heart, he put down the clothes he had just picked up and went out. Sure enough, he walked down the steps in front of the main room when someone slapped the door panel of the courtyard, and at the same time there was Chang Le's voice calling him.

He quickly walked two steps over to take down the latch, the people outside pushed the door open against the wind and snow, first called "Young husband", and then opened the door wide, allowing the man behind to pull the carriage in.

The horse obediently "tapped" into the yard with the people, and after standing still, it snorted lightly, sprayed a small white mist, and blew away the lightly falling snowflakes.

Although I don't know why they came back at this time, Su Yongyue felt relieved. Seeing that Chang Le was going to untie the horse's rope, she stretched out her hand and gave him a hand to signal people to enter the house. It is bright red.

The kid looked at him hesitantly, Yu Feng waved his hand to signal him to be obedient, and asked people to go back to the main room with him first, his husband would appreciate them if he felt sorry for them.

Seeing the two of them enter the house one after the other, Su Yongyue felt relieved, and untied the horse by himself, pulled it to the backyard, tied it to the cowshed that was built when the house was being repaired, and added some food to it. forage.

When he returned to the front yard, he didn't rush into the house, but turned his head and walked into the stove room. He lit the fire and added a pot of water as usual. He planned to boil the ginger soup first. He might catch a cold in such weather.

Putting some more firewood into the stove to boil, he smoothed his sleeves before going back to the main room, the two of them drank hot water and recovered a bit.

"It's really not something that people do." Chang Le put down the teacup in his hand, rubbed his hands and placed it by the fire to keep warm. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew on his face and it was so cold to the bone.

After hearing this, Yu Feng raised his head and gave him a blank look, then what are the two of them who did this, they became more and more outspoken.

Shaking his head and ignoring him, his eyes fell on the person who had just opened the curtain and patted the stool beside him to let him come and sit, "What are you busy with, let's drink some water, it's not that delicate."

Su Yongyue sat down next to him and didn't respond to his words. This person is relying on himself to get better now, forgetting what he looked like before, so it's better to be more careful when he finally gets back.

Looking at the expression on his face, Yu Feng knew that he didn't take his words to heart, so he smiled helplessly and stopped talking, because someone was thinking that it was ironed.

He took out the small book that the man gave him from his pocket, put it on his knee, wrote a line of words, and held it up for others to read.

——Why are you back at this time?

Yu Feng glanced at it, paused for some unknown reason, rubbed his fingers on his knees slightly, and said after a while: "Seeing that the weather is not good, I thought I would come back early so that you don't worry, who knew that I was halfway And it snowed."

Chang Le, who was picking up the charcoal fire in the hearth with an iron hook, raised her eyes and looked at him when she heard the words, and nodded in agreement, "Isn't it? Thanks to our early return, the snow is going to be heavy in the evening."

Su Yongyue vaguely felt that the two of them were a little strange, looked back and forth but still didn't ask anything, thinking that maybe there was something in the shop that it was inconvenient to tell him.

After sitting with the two for a while, he got up and went back to the kitchen to look at the ginger soup. It didn't need to be boiled for too long, as long as the taste came out.

Seeing his figure disappear outside the curtain, Chang Le withdrew his eyes and pulled the stool to move towards his young master, lowering his voice as if afraid of anyone hearing, and said, "Young master, you plan to hide it from your young husband?"

But Yu Feng shook his head, picked up the copper pot on the stove and refilled himself with another glass of water, blew and drank before saying: "I haven't figured it out yet, I'll talk to him later."

Only then did Chang Le nod his head and back away. In fact, his heart was indescribably complicated at the moment. If it was too late for him to be happy a few months ago, it is different now.

Yu Feng put down his cup, stared at the door in a daze, he also expected such a situation to happen, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

As expected, some things still cannot be avoided, he sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the faintly aching forehead, what should come will come after all.

The quietly drooping curtain was lifted by someone, he put down his hands and put away his heavy expression, stood up to meet him, and took the bowl in his hand.

Su Yongyue, who pushed open the door curtain with his back, just turned around when the bowl was picked up. He let go of the situation, brushed the cotton curtain over his body, closed the door, and followed the people into the room.

The effect of ginger soup to keep out the cold is very good, but the taste is really unflattering. Chang Le took it with a bitter face, pinched his nose and poured it into his stomach. It was warm but without the slightest chill.

Yu Feng finished the soup with a calm expression, put the empty bowl by his feet, raised his eyes and saw that Shuang'er was busy with something with a ball of fabric, after a few glances, he realized that it should be making clothes.

That size should be made for him or Chang Le. He pursed his lips and smiled, and stretched out his hand to straighten the hair hanging down the other side's face, in exchange for a suspicious look.

"It's messed up." Yu Feng replied, he followed the lock of hair and tucked it behind the man's ear. Seeing him lower his head again, he felt a little more at ease in his heart.