Vicious cannon fodder loves farming

"Tsk! It's so cold!"

Yao Yan shivered, and immediately let go of the hand holding the door, and kept blowing on it, a pair of big hands embraced him from behind, and held his hand, "It's too snowy, take medicine Keep warm over there."

"I want to build a snowman." Yao Yan raised his head eagerly.

"It's snowing hard, wait until the snow stops before going."

That's true, Yao Yan agreed, and after washing, he went to the medicine hut, there was a stove in the medicine hut, and everyone kept warm there these days, because Yao mother and the others came over, and this breakfast was made by Yao mother.

She is diligent and wakes up early, but in this cold weather, Yao Yan wakes up later than usual, and even if she cooks meals early, she will still be cold, so she sleeps in bed, anyway, she wakes up a quarter earlier than Yao Yan .

Not long after, the family began to have breakfast.

After eating, Yao Yan helped Zeng Xingzhi sort out the medical books. Zeng Xingzhi taught him how to read during this period of time. Yao Yan's understanding of traditional characters is naturally better than that of simplified characters, so he followed carefully.

Seeing that he is talented now, Zeng Xingzhi will let him practice calligraphy while teaching him how to read.

Calligraphy is very difficult for Yao Yan, his hands can't use his strength, and the characters he writes are crooked, not as good as those written by children.

Zeng Xingzhi couldn't describe it in words, he taught him hand in hand for more than ten days, and finally made some progress, no, after sorting out the medical books, Zeng Xingzhi asked Yao Yan to grind them again to prepare for today's calligraphy practice.

Grandma Yao and Mother Yao are very happy, it is such a great thing to be able to read and write.

So Yao Yan, who originally wanted to hide, could only bite the bullet and continue under Yao's mother's gratifying eyes.

"Doctor Zeng! Doctor Zeng!"

Uncle Hu is here.

"My mother-in-law had a fever last night, so she couldn't eat anything this morning."

Yao Yan and Zeng Xingzhi came to Hu's house together carrying the medicine box.

"Why didn't you send me the fever last night?" After seeing Hu Sanniang's face, Zeng Xingzhi's face turned black.

Hu Dalang said hastily when he heard the words, "It's my mother who insisted on not going, and said that it would be fine the next day, but it turned out that I couldn't even eat anything this morning, and it's not good to look groggy."

"Yes, Doctor Zeng, is mother serious?" Mrs. Hu Dalang asked hastily.

After taking the pulse, Zeng Xingzhi signaled Yao Yan to bring the medicine box, and then gave Hu Sanniang the injection. When the needle was taken away, Hu Sanniang's complexion improved a lot, and she became conscious.

When she opened her eyes and saw Zeng Xingzhi and the others, she didn't know what happened to her.

When he came to the main room, Yao Yan put away the medicine box, and Zeng Xingzhi looked at Second Uncle Hu, "I caught wind and cold again in a hurry. Fortunately, I found it this morning, otherwise something serious will happen."

Uncle Hu turned pale.

Hu Dalang slapped his wife directly. Looking at the disbelieving face of Mrs. Hu Dalang, he said sharply, "If something happens to my mother, go back to your mother's house!"

Mrs. Hu Dalang covered her face and went back to her room crying.

The atmosphere was very embarrassing, but Zeng Xingzhi didn't feel anything, and asked Hu Dalang to follow them back to grab the medicine.

After the people left, Zeng Xingzhi looked at Yao Yan, "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and it is better not to know some things."

In fact, Yao Yan didn't need to guess much to know what happened to the Hu family.

At the beginning, there were rumors in the village that Hu Sanniang and Uncle Zhang had a relationship, which made Mrs. Hu Dalang feel very ashamed, so she had several quarrels with Hu Sanniang at home.

Hu Sanniang felt uncomfortable, so she said a few words to Yao's mother, which happened to be heard when Yao Yan returned.

It seems that Mrs. Hu Dalang wanted to separate the family, and she said something in Hu Sanniang's ear that made her anxious. It snowed heavily last night, so she must be sick.

When Yao's mother learned that Hu Sanniang was seriously ill, she was also anxious. She picked up thirty eggs and went to Hu's house to see Hu Sanniang.

"I'm miserable," Hu Sanniang choked up when she saw Yao's mother.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Yao's mother quickly comforted her. It was already half an hour later when she came out of Hu's house.

As soon as she took a few steps, the snow fell again, and when she was about to speed up her pace, an umbrella was thrown out in front of her.

Mother Yao: ...

She looked along the place where the umbrella was thrown just now, isn't it Uncle Zhang's courtyard wall?

Yao's mother pursed her lips, walked around the umbrella and continued walking, but after a few steps, another umbrella was thrown out.

Mother Yao sighed, knowing the nature of that person, she could only pick up the umbrella and open it. After she had left for a long time, Uncle Zhang happily came out and picked up the other umbrella that Mother Yao didn't take.

"Mom, I was just about to send you an umbrella." Yao Yan was just about to go out when he saw Yao's mother come back with an umbrella.

Before Mother Yao could find an excuse, Yao Yan looked at the umbrella in her hand and said, "Isn't this the umbrella of Uncle Zhang's family? Have you met Uncle Zhang?"

Well, Yao's mother, who couldn't fool anyone, could only nod her head.

"You send the umbrella back later."

Yao Yan nodded with a smile, and when she entered the main room, he trotted all the way to the medicine house, and said to Grandma Yao and Zeng Xingzhi, "My mother took Uncle Zhang's umbrella!"

"Good thing," Zeng Xingzhi said with a smile.

"I think it must be your Uncle Zhang who threw the umbrella in front of her, and more than one." Grandma Yao said slowly.

Yao Yan felt reasonable.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped again, Yao Yan took a box of pastries from Zeng Nianzhi, and took the umbrella to Uncle Zhang's house.

Uncle Zhang is warming up in the fire room, and there are still sweet potatoes buried in the fire.

The sweet potato had just been baked, and the sweet smell permeated the whole room. As soon as Yao Yan entered, his eyes sparkled, "I came by coincidence."

"It's a coincidence, come here," Uncle Zhang pulled out the biggest sweet potato for Yao Yan.

"Thank you uncle."

"Be careful it's hot," Uncle Zhang smiled openly.

After blowing, Yao Yan carefully peeled off the skin, revealing the yellow sangsang sweet potato meat inside. He took a bite carefully, but his teeth were still softened by the heat, so he waited patiently until he could eat it. Satisfied, I took a big bite.

"good to eat."

Yao Yan narrowed his eyes and swallowed.

"This year's sweet potatoes are very sweet," Uncle Zhang buried a few more with a smile.

When Yao Yan went back, he took three big and warm sweet potatoes back.

"I don't want it anymore," Yao Yan hiccupped the sweet potato and shook his head when Zeng Xingzhi peeled it for him to eat.

"This little greedy cat will only come back after eating at someone's house," Grandma Yao said with a light smile.

Yao Yan didn't feel ashamed after being hit, but instead said, "The sweet potatoes are better than the ones I brought back from the oven, son, let's roast some and eat."

"You can't eat too much in a day," Zeng Xingzhi refused coldly.

Yao Yan is very sorry.

On New Year's Eve, the courtyard is full of oily aromas, and two pots are full of fried things, one pot is fried with meatballs, and the other is fried with pork belly and ribs.

Grandma Yao and Zeng Xingzhi were guarding the two stove doors respectively, and the hot air rushed over them, making them very warm.

And Yao Yan and Yao's mother, who were busy on the stove, were also warm.

In the afternoon, Zeng Nianzhi came back and bought them a suit of clothing and a pair of shoes for each of them.

"Buy everything for us. It's not easy for you to be away. You have to save up your money and use it when you marry a wife."

Seeing Zeng Nianzhi being dragged into talking, Yao Yan sighed, "It's also fortunate that I walked fast, otherwise I would have to be read too."

Zeng Xingzhi turned his head when he heard the words, "You seem to be very sorry, why don't I miss you?"

"Don't, don't, don't," Yao Yan hurriedly begged, "I just said something nonsense, don't mess with me."

"Fuck you?"

Zeng Xingzhi smiled lowly, grabbed the back of Yao Yan's head, pressed the person in front of him, lowered his head and whispered in Yao Yan's ear, "If I don't mess with you, who?"

"Pooh!"

Yao Yan, who was shamed away by the hooligan Zeng, continued to work.

A table was set up for the reunion dinner on New Year's Eve, and Mother Yao and Grandma Yao also served tribute meals to Grandpa Yao and Father Yao.

Yao Yan, Zeng Xingzhi and Zeng Nianzhi also offered incense to them.

"This is good wine," Zeng Nianzhi smiled at them as he brought out two jugs of wine.

"It's such a good day, I'll have a drink too." Yao's mother was also very happy today, Zeng Nianzhi hurriedly poured it on her after hearing the words, and then looked at Grandma Yao, "Grandma, too?"

"If you don't have a glass, half a glass is fine," Grandma Yao smiled and handed over the wine glass.

Yao Yan himself carried the jug and filled a bowl for Zeng Xingzhi, but when he came to him, Zeng Xingzhi only asked him to pour half of the bowl.

Everyone didn't drink much, and the feeling of being slightly tipsy was very good. The family gathered by the fire and listened to Zeng Nianzhi talk about the interesting things he had encountered.

Keeping the New Year's Eve is just a saying, and everyone can't really keep it all night. Soon after midnight, they all go to bed.

An hour and a half later.

Zeng Xingzhi dried Yao Yan's body and held him in his arms, "Have you recovered?"

Yao Yan was weak all over, and now he is very sensitive to being touched. Hearing this, he nodded lazily, and then buried his head in Zeng Xingzhi's arms, "You're going to exhaust me to death."

"Where," Zeng Xingzhi chuckled, "It's still early before dawn, go to sleep."

He was really sleepy.

He fell asleep without saying a few words.

On the first day of the new year, when I woke up, there was a red seal next to me.

Sealed in red paper.

Yao Yan opened it with a smile, and inside was a hundred silver bills.

"Wow!"

The door was pushed open, and Zeng Xingzhi happened to see Yao Yan's surprised look, "Do you like it?"

"I like it," Yao Yan nodded vigorously, "I also prepared a red envelope for you, but I am relatively poor, only two taels of silver, but I also made you a pair of boots and clothes."

"Really?" This really surprised Zeng Xingzhi, "Where is it?"

He didn't see Yao Yan doing those things, and he thought that the other party didn't want to find out by himself, so he must have done it in hiding.

"I'll get it for you."

As soon as Yao Yan was about to get up, he felt a severe numbness in his waist. He glared at Zeng Xingzhi, and Zeng Xingzhi hurried over to rub him, and then helped him get dressed.

Yao Yan, who was served comfortably, was happy. After putting on his shoes, he squatted under the bed, dragged out a wooden box, and asked Zeng Xingzhi to open it.

"At this?"

Zeng Xingzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't expect his New Year gift to be contained in the ordinary box under the bed.

"Hey, try it quickly."

Yao Yan urged.

Zeng Xingzhi took out the clothes, it was a navy blue long gown with excellent stitching, and looking at the boots, there were rabbit fur inside.

"Your feet are always cold, so you won't be cold if you wear these rabbit fur boots." Yao Yan put the boots aside, waiting for Zeng to try them out.

Zeng Xingzhi put on new clothes and warm boots, kissed Yao Yan, "I like it very much."

"Brother, you have walked around in front of my eyes several times, do you have something to say to me?"

Hearing the words, Zeng Xingzhi coughed, and slowly stretched out his foot, "My foot is a bit comfortable."

Zeng Nianzhi:? ? ?He has heard of uncomfortable feet, but he has never heard of telling others that his feet are comfortable!

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