From farming to business

It was snowing heavily, blurring his vision a little bit, Yu Feng put down the opened car curtain, frowned slightly, put his cool hand back next to the small stove, and turned it over to warm it up.

Seeing that the end of the new year was approaching, and the things at home were not yet ready, he thought about taking Shuang'er to the town for a stroll, buying back everything he had bought, and buying him some new clothes by the way.

Unexpectedly, it started snowing just halfway through the road, and now it was getting bigger and bigger when entering the entrance of the town. The ground was covered with a layer. Two long marks.

It's such a horrible weather that I have chosen so many choices. I don't know if it's for the New Year's goods or to suffer.

Su Yongyue glanced at his not-so-good face, patted the man's forearm, and shook his head lightly when the man looked over, indicating that there was no problem.

It is said that auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the closer it is to the end of the new year, the snow is more auspicious, indicating that the coming year will be a bumper harvest year. Although it is hard to believe these strange forces and gods, there is always something to think about.

Yu Feng, who was comforted by Shuang'er, smiled, retracted his arms and held the man's hand, covering the other's with his warm palm just now, but felt that his hand was somewhat cool, so he couldn't help rubbing it lightly.

Su Yongyue let him move, opened the curtain on his side and glanced out the window a few times, large flakes of snow fluttered down, changed their trajectory with the blowing wind, and stained a piece of snowflakes on his cheeks. , The coolness is quickly melted by the body temperature.

The itching left behind caused him to touch it with his hand, and his fingertips were stained with dampness, and it disappeared without a trace after rubbing lightly, leaving only the smell of ice and snow in his nose.

He likes snow, he only feels that it is covered with pure white, and his heart will calm down when he looks at it, and no matter how much trouble he has in his heart, he can forget it for a moment.

But he also hated snow. When he was young and didn't know the severity, the children in the village would often throw it at him in the form of white balls. Some hit his face, and some slipped into his collar. .

But it's only been two years, when he grows older, he can throw back as much as he throws, often those little devils scream and scream when their heads are smashed, and those who are unlucky can even get a fat beating from him.

His thoughts were drifting back to many years ago, when the curtain was lowered, blocking his view from the window, he subconsciously followed the retracted hand.

Yu Feng pulled back his hand that was resting on the window, put it together in the palm to warm up, raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and said: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

The man's temperature climbed up the entire palm along the cold fingertips, completely covering the smell of snowflakes, his vision was in a trance for a moment, he nodded cooperatively, and sat down obediently without moving.

On the shaft of the car outside, Chang Le shrank her neck and drove, feeling her face was covered with ice and snow, and taking a breath until the cold went to her lungs, she couldn't help shivering.

Cursed in my heart about the cold weather, lightly reprimanded "drive", and drove the horse to go faster. I don't know how many times I have walked back and forth on this road to the shop. Don't say it is him, it is This horse probably remembers it clearly.

It's just that in the past, the two sides of the road were quite lively, and there were many small stalls and vendors, but now they are all cleaned up. The snow will not stop for a while. Before they wait for people to buy things, the stalls may be destroyed first. covered.

Recently, the Chinese New Year is approaching, and it is the time to sell goods. Whoever buys and sells is not happy, but God does not make it convenient, and there is nothing to do except complain.

Those with shops are better, at least they can open their doors for business, but the lack of customers will inevitably have an impact. Some stand at the door with their sleeves pulled out, looking at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky and sighing.

Looking at these people, Chang Le felt a little more balanced in his heart, at least it wasn't his own bad luck, he sniffed and looked away, and then softly called "drive".

The sound of the horse's "clack-clack" hooves is particularly obvious on today's quiet street, and even some echoes can be heard, but half of it is submerged in the snow layer on the ground.

He curled his lips and thought to himself, if the snow kept falling until evening, the snow might cover half of his legs, and he might not be able to return to the village by then.

Thinking of this, he felt a little lucky, fortunately, the young husband came with him today, so that the young master would not worry in his heart, fearing that he would not be able to sleep well all night.

He gave a sour "tsk tsk" twice, he had never seen a couple so tired and crooked like this, it made him, a loner, jealous, and he wanted to marry a daughter-in-law tomorrow, to see who could be more sour than the other.

No matter how much he slandered, Chang Le didn't dare to say a single word of these words to his young master, for fear of being ridiculed by the brat again, he was dissatisfied in his heart, but he didn't dare to refute.

In his twisted and lost thoughts, he finally managed to vaguely see the tailor shop in the wind and snow, thanks to the fact that the horse was quite smart and knew its way.

"Huh." Chang Le tightened the reins and stopped the horse, and jumped off the shaft first, forgetting the situation for a while and not paying attention, slipped and almost fell to the ground.

Feeling that the car had stopped, Yu Feng got up and opened the curtain, and saw the boy crooked and frantically holding on to the shaft of the car, he couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter, playing acrobatics?"

Chang Le, who stabilized his body, was heaving a sigh of relief. Hearing his voice, he looked up sadly, "Master, you don't care about me. Why are you still making trouble..."

"Aren't you standing still?" Yu Feng glanced at his feet with a smile, raised his chin and said, "I won't be too late to care about you when I really fall."

Chang Le pursed his mouth and let go of the hand holding the shaft of the car, and rubbed it to relieve the chill. He had been driving the car for a long time, why should he be laughed at.

Seeing that his hands and face turned red from the cold, Yu Feng stopped making fun of him, and waved his hands to let him go to the shop to warm up first, the boy's hair was covered with snowflakes, it looked pitiful and funny.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes, Jia Hong came out of the shop, just in time to meet Chang Le who was about to enter, watched him stamp his feet to pat the snowflakes on his body, and turned back to tell the shop assistants to make some hot tea.

There aren't many customers in the store today, most of them are scheduled to come to pick up their clothes, and it's rare for them to be at leisure, waiting for the newly released goods to arrive in a while, I'm afraid they will be busy again .

"Why do you come back in such a snowy day, young master?" Before the two of them could say a word, Liang Sheng came out of the room slowly.

Chang Le, who was patting the snow, saw him pause, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the carriage parked outside. Yu Feng had already jumped out of the carriage, turned around and stretched out his hand into the carriage.

Liang Sheng followed his line of sight and saw his young master getting out of the car with a pair of children, his heart suddenly moved, and he had some vague guesses.

Supporting Shuang'er to stand firm on the ground, Yu Feng nodded towards the man who came to help lead the carriage, and pulled him into the shop with his backhand. Seeing the three of them standing neatly, he said with a smile: "You don't need to welcome me like this."

Jia Hong took the lead and smiled and bowed his hands to the two, jokingly said that the young master and young husband came to the small shop to be full of splendor, so they must go out to greet each other to show their sincerity.

Yu Feng smiled and shook his head, saying that he might have learned badly from Shopkeeper Qian in recent days, and became more slippery, and if he continued this time, he would not even dare to come here.

After laughing, he turned his eyes to look at Liang Sheng, and the other party met his eyes, then cupped his hands and saluted as a young master, then paused, and slightly cupped his hands to Shuang'er beside him.

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Yu Feng put his arms around Shuang'er's waist, pulled him towards him, and said to him solemnly: "Uncle Liang, this is my husband, Su Yongyue."

The man in front of this person had already made it clear to him, but Su Yongyue never expected to see him so soon, he looked like a kind-hearted person, he followed the person's movements and leaned towards the person in front of him.

Liang Sheng stretched out his hand and gave it a false lift. When he was standing upright, he retracted it and put it behind his back. He said with a slight smile, "Young husband must not be so courteous. Isn't it a shame."

He spoke respectfully, but his demeanor was a little distant, obviously he didn't agree with this identity in his heart, but it was difficult for him to say much in person with the person the young master loved.

Marrying a pair of sons as a young master is a grievance, let alone a villager in the countryside. At first, he thought that the other party was gorgeous, but now that he saw her, he was still just an ordinary word.

Before the young master left, he had asked Jia Hong for a question, but these two children were still dumb, even if such a person was placed next to the young master as a bed warmer, it would not be worthy.

To be honest, Liang Sheng felt a little worried. Judging by what the young master meant now, it was obvious that he had put his true feelings on this pair. It would be absolutely impossible to persuade him to give up and abandon each other.

But if he really allowed him to bring her back to the capital and become the wife of the second young master of the Yu family, it would lose face to the Yu family if it spread.

For a while, he somewhat understood the embarrassment of this kid Chang Le who didn't take anyone back for a long time. He had no memory, let alone married a dumb son, which really couldn't be explained in front of the master.

The other party's eyes fell on her with some unknown meaning, Su Yongyue felt a little uncomfortable, she lowered her eyes slightly to avoid his direct gaze.

Yu Feng took his hand away, pulled him closer, patted him comfortingly, and met the sight of the middle-aged man instead of him, with a smile on his lips and didn't speak.

Seeing this scene, Chang Le didn't dare to speak out, shrunk his neck and took half a step back, and quietly reached out and tugged at the sleeves of the people around him.

Jia Hong glanced at him sideways, shook his head a little amusedly, and said according to his intention, "Don't stand at the door, go inside and have a cup of tea to warm up."

As soon as he made a sound, the somewhat silent atmosphere was broken. Yu Feng raised his eyebrows first and looked away, and he followed his words and pulled the person inside.

Almost as soon as a few of them entered the house, the man followed him in with brewed tea, poured them one by one and put them at hand, and at the same time lit the fire more vigorously.

After Jia Hong greeted them as usual, he tactfully withdrew.

With Liang Sheng present, Chang Le couldn't sit with them as presumptuously as before. He happened to be a little stiff from the cold after driving for a long time, so he took the teacup handed by the young master and moved a few steps to stand beside the fire, doing Looks like a caretaker.

Yu Feng took care of Shuang'er and drank a cup of tea to warm up his body. He waited for her face to turn rosy before holding the cup and blowing away the leaves to take a sip. Why is Uncle in the shop?"

Witnessing his young master's skilled waiters, Liang Sheng's mood can be described as complicated, but he didn't show much on his face. He put down his teacup and replied: "Although it is located in a remote place, it is also the business of the Yu family. It's a good way to feel at ease, but I didn't expect the young master to come here in snow."

"I was here to buy new year's goods, who would have thought that it would snow on the way." Yu Feng smiled helplessly, bowed his head and took another sip of tea.

Liang Sheng's expression paused, his brows frowned slightly, and he turned his eyes to glance at Chang Le who was beside the fire in disapproval, causing the other party to shrink back subconsciously.

The dignified young master of the Yu family even had to do the work of the servants himself. He had never let him touch the broom before in the mansion.

Seeing his expression, Chang Le turned his face sideways and curled his lips, fearing that he would frighten the other party if he said it. The young master had never done any work in the village, but his health is very good now, with a handful of strength, eat it Well fragrant.

Shuang'er's expression was indifferent, she seemed to be accustomed to this matter, and she didn't feel anything wrong, Liang Sheng's brows were tightened, and his heart was inevitably displeased.

Being able to marry the young master is a blessing he has cultivated, and he should serve him well, but now the situation is reversed, so he is naturally depressed.

He took a sip of tea from the cup with a sullen face, and then his eyes flashed as if thinking of something, he took the cup away and stretched his expression, and blurted out as if casually: "Young master doesn't remember anything now, but you don't even remember the marriage contract with Miss Lin's family." Forget about it?"