Vicious cannon fodder loves farming

Mrs. Zhao was very upset when she heard that, she turned her back, "Who's son is willing to be the son-in-law? That's something you can't hold your head up for the rest of your life."

Speaking of this, she also felt a little sad, after all what Dalang did to Yao Yan, after marrying into the family, Yao Yan would also be pointed at by others, even more talked about than being a son-in-law.

Mrs. Zhao's heart sank as she thought about it.

Aunt Tang pursed her lips, and knew that what she said was true. She had three sons herself, and the first two were married, and the youngest one was at the time of marriage negotiations. He and the old man must beat people out.

Looking at Mrs. Zhao with a serious face, Aunt Tang, who was about to say a few words, sighed slightly, "Then you really plan to give him money to marry him?"

Mrs. Zhao didn't speak, and Yao Yan just walked up to her. "Second Aunt," he greeted the Tang Aunt.

Looking at Yao Yan who was white and tender, Aunt Tang responded with a smile, but she thought in her heart that the child was so fair and handsome, he didn't look like a refugee from the famine, but the sister-in-law and the others believed it.

"Go and do your work," Mrs. Zhao was afraid that she would say something here, so she just wanted to drive people away.

"That's right," Aunt Tang looked at Yao Yan again, and left with a basket on her back.

"Auntie, let me help you."

Yao Yan put the back basket away, took out the sickle inside, squatted down beside Mrs. Zhao, and began to cut pigweed. His movements were not fast, but he carefully shook off the bamboo leaves that fell in the grass every time.

It was the first time Mrs. Zhao had seen a boy who worked so carefully, not to mention their big brother, but the old man had lived for so many years, and every time the pigweed was brought back, she had to pick out the bamboo or leaves inside.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Zhao still mentioned the old He's family when the two of them were resting.

"Not long after entering the village, on the right hand side, there is a blue brick and tile house with a newly built courtyard wall around the house. The house with the red courtyard door, do you have any memory?"

Mrs. Zhao tried hard to describe.

Yao Yan followed the original owner's mosaic memory and recalled that there was indeed such a family, and the houses and courtyard walls of that family were very new.

"I have an impression."

He nodded.

Mrs. Zhao looked around and found that no one was coming to them, then continued to whisper, "The family name is He, and the couple have only one daughter, she is very strong, she works quickly, she is a good girl. "

As she was talking, when she met Yao Yan's eyes, Mrs. Zhao suddenly felt that she was a bit cruel, but she still had to continue talking, after all, Yao Yan had to understand the pros and cons of it, and then she could make her own choice.

"Old Hetou means to find someone to marry."

Mrs. Zhao said it very hard.

Yao Yan listened calmly, "Did they fancy me?"

"...It probably means that," Mrs. Zhao glanced at the aunt who was some distance away from them, "No, let someone come to be a lobbyist."

Seeing that Yao Yan didn't speak, Mrs. Zhao became ruthless, and continued, "Let's not talk about Dalang, me and your uncle, just talk about marrying and being a man's wife. There are many men and wives, don't patronize what we think, you have to think about your future life."

Saying that, Mrs. Zhao took a deep breath and looked at Yao Yan with loving eyes, "You are a good boy, your uncle and I like you very much, to tell you the truth, your uncle went to the temple yesterday and asked the master to calculate you and your uncle. Lang's horoscope is very suitable, we are naturally happy that you can come to our house, but still the same sentence, you have to think about your future life, so after thinking about it, I still leave the decision to you."

At the end, Mrs. Zhao's voice trembled a little.

After thinking about it, Yao Yan raised his head and smiled, "I also like my aunt and uncle, and Da Lang very much. I'm not afraid of those gossips. I live my life by myself. They can eat me up with a word. ? But Da Lang has to be happy with it, I don’t want to force him.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhao was distressed and happy at the same time.

In the evening, Zhao Hengliang was called by Mrs. Zhao to the firewood room after carrying water, "...that's what he said, you are too old, and your father and I are too old, so I can't control you. If you think it's okay, you can It's settled, your father and I will have a companion after a hundred years, if you want a child, we can adopt one."

"If you don't want to, don't delay him. Your father and I have made up our minds. If you don't want to, we will recognize Yan'er as our adopted son. You owe him a lot. We will make up for it in the future. When he builds a house, we will make it up. We can also get some silver, which is what we should do."

Zhao Hengliang now has no desire to explain.

My mind is full of that little thing, is it completely entangled with me?Or is it that the other party really likes him?

Thinking of this, Zhao Hengliang's heart beat faster, he was a little upset, his frowning made Mrs. Zhao say again, "Your father and I won't force you, you should think about it yourself, and there is more."

Zhao Hengliang looked over.

His mother raised her eyelids, "Before you decide to come down, don't go under Yan'er's eyes, you have to avoid suspicion."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Zhao Hengliang: ...is this really my mother?

Made him look like a jackal.

But he really should think clearly, what exactly does the other party want to do?Speaking of pleasing himself, he really didn't feel being pleasing.

Not long after dinner that night, Yao Yan found Zhao Hengliang who was sitting at the gate of the courtyard blowing the cold wind, "I made you a pair of shoes, you try?"

As he said that, he handed over the pair of shoes in his hand, "I heard from my aunt that you are wasting shoes when you walk the darts, so I tried to make a pair, but I don't know if it will fit, Dalang, you can try it. "

Looking at the person whose ears were slightly red but who was trying to pass the shoes to him, Zhao Hengliang suddenly felt a little thirsty. He tried to make himself look colder, but when the words came to his lips, it became: "... It's your first time doing it?"

Sorry after that.

Before he could help, Yao Yan said softly, "My mother is not in good health. I want to share her worries. Making shoes and clothes is a common thing, but... but I haven't done it for anyone other than my family."

As he said that, Yao Yan lowered his head in embarrassment, and he gently put the shoes beside him, and he didn't leave.

Zhao Hengliang scratched his head, thinking whether to try it or not, this is his wish, and this is the first time he has made shoes for someone other than his family, Zhao Hengliang cannot deny that this knowledge makes him feel a little flattered .

"Cough, let me try it." Zhao Hengliang quickly took off his old shoes, put on the new shoes, took two steps, and nodded uncomfortably to Yao Yan who raised his head, "It's very comfortable."

"My soles are thick and wear-resistant."

Zhao Hengliang nodded. He didn't know where to put his eyes and hands. When the atmosphere became awkward, Yao Yan smiled again, "If Da Lang likes it, I'll make you a few more pairs."

Like it or not?

Zhao Hengliang remembered what he said this morning, and now he was wearing shoes made by others. Thinking of shoes, he had seen Mrs. Zhao make shoes, even when the work was not busy, it would take several days.

The pair of shoes under my feet are so solid, they can't be made in a day or two, and Yao Yan has not been at their house for a long time, that is to say, the other party probably stayed up late at night to make them, and he did it for a long time.

For a moment, Zhao Hengliang's mood was very complicated.

When he came back to his senses, Yao Yan was no longer in front of him, and his old shoes were gone too. Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, Mrs. Zhao who was standing at the door raised her eyebrows at him and said, " You also said that you can't feel that people like you? Which boy will make shoes for another boy, and wash shoes?"

"...washing shoes?"

Zhao Hengliang walked into the yard and saw that Yao Yan was washing his shoes in front of the water tank?As soon as he was about to go forward, Mrs. Zhao stopped him and asked, "What are you thinking? Say no, and you wear shoes made by others, say yes, but you don't nod."

"Mom!" Zhao Hengliang is almost the same as the first two, "You forgive me first, let me have a good talk with him?"

By the time Mrs. Zhao let go, Yao Yan had already put the shoes on the wooden bench to dry.

Zhao Hengliang: ...Is it so easy to work?

The pair of shoes were indeed made by Yao Yan himself. The system helped to extend the night time. One hour for him and one minute for others.

So Yao Yan, who was extremely tired, was already yawning.

Zhao Hengliang just watched helplessly as the other party entered the room to rest.

The system is not helping in vain, you have to pay [-] points, but Yao Yan only has [-] points in his account, it is considered as credit, and you have to pay it back later.

That night, Zhao Hengliang dreamed of the bamboo house again, and it was still the same person, but in the end the clear face of that person was still Yao Yan.

He woke up again, faced with the shapeless trousers, and struggled to wash them off in the dark, and let them dry again.

For the next five or six days, Zhao Hengliang was like this every night, very embarrassed.

Compared with him not sleeping well every night, Yao Yan slept very well, and his little face became more and more rosy every day. After seeing this scene, Zhao Hengliang felt a little uncomfortable, so at noon one day, when the old man was not around, , when Yao Yan came to bring him food, he asked while holding the rice bowl.

"Did you put a curse on me?"

Otherwise, how could the person in his dream become Yao Yan?

Yao Yan:? ? ?Is it appropriate to say such words while eating the food I cooked?

"What do you think the curse is?"

Yao Yan asked seriously.

Zhao Hengliang took a mouthful of the food, swallowed it, and replied seriously, "When I was walking the darts, I heard someone talk about a kind of witchcraft, to make a wooden doll, and write the name of the cursed person on the back of the doll." And the horoscope, and then use your own blood to make offerings, and express your wish to the doll every day, and the cursed person will follow the cursed person's wish."

Yao Yan narrowed his eyes and nodded, "I didn't cast a witchcraft, but now that I heard about it, I'll go back and do it at night."

Zhao Hengliang:? ? ?

The food in my hand suddenly tastes bad! !

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