Vicious cannon fodder loves farming

Yao Yan's hair is very thin, but also a lot. When Han Xiucai held it in his hand, he couldn't help rubbing it gently.

Yao Yan raised his head in confusion, although he didn't meet Han Xiucai's face, but he also knew that the other party was uncomfortable after being discovered by him, so he smiled, "Brother Han thinks I have a lot of hair?"

"... much, looks good."

For example, his hair is very thick, and it feels rough in the hand, which is not as comfortable as Yao Yan's.

Yao Yan laughed lightly when he heard this, and said in a low voice, "I've heard people say that the thick and thin hair also means that the owner's skin is good or not."

The big hand that wiped the hair paused, "How do you say?"

Yao Yan stretched out his hand and motioned the people behind him to look at the skin on his hands, "A person with very thin hair like me means that my pores are also very thin, that is, the kind that is not rough."

Han Xiucai's eyesight is very good, and he can clearly see the hand that lifted Yao Yan to him. His hand is very skinny, with a small palm and fine lines. It is generally so heavy when carved with a knife.

By coincidence, Han Xiucai reached out and grabbed Yao Yan's hand.

The moment the two touched their hands, they were taken aback.

After reacting, Han Xiucai was about to withdraw his hand, but Yao Yan grabbed it with his backhand. He turned around, took Han Xiucai's hand and looked at it carefully.

Han Xiucai swallowed the explanation he had thought up, and looked at his head.

"Brother Han is taller than me, so his hands are bigger than mine, but your skin is not as good as mine," Yao Yan said with some pride.

Han Xiucai's Adam's apple rolled, "You are good."

Even the exposed neck is so fair and beautiful.

"But Brother Han's skin is pretty good, and those who look like my brother are the real rough men." Yao Yan made a gesture with helplessness on his face, "I don't know who my brother looks like."

Let's say it looks like Yao's father, but Yao's father is not that rough, but rather like their uncle.

Thinking of the beard on his uncle's face, Yao Yan hurriedly touched his cheeks, "I don't know if I will grow a beard in the future."

"It's good to be long."

With a big beard, the appearance is not so eye-catching.

Han Xiucai turned the dishonest Yao Yan over, pulled his hand away from the opponent's hand, and picked up the handkerchief again to wipe Yao Yan's hair.

Yao Yan was still immersed in Han Xiucai's answer. After hesitating for a while, he asked softly, "You, you like to grow a big beard...?"

"I don't know how to grow a beard. Our family doesn't grow a beard," Han Xiucai didn't hear Yao Yan's last word.

"yes……"

Yao Yan touched his cheek, and finally gave up the idea of ​​growing a big beard. After all, he is not like his uncle, and it is not easy to grow a beard if he wants to.

He thought it was funny when he thought about hugging a dog man with a big face in the future.

Seeing his head moving violently, Han Xiucai quickly stopped and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

Father Han, who had just trimmed the hoe outside and placed it in the corner of the wall, was taken aback when he heard this.

He couldn't believe his ears, so he raised his hands and rubbed his ears, then leaned forward, trying to eavesdrop on something again.

But the next sentence is.

"It doesn't hurt."

Han Xiucai didn't believe it, so he relaxed a lot.

"I'm lighter."

Yao Yan shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "You make me... very itchy."

Han Xiucai almost pulled Yao Yan's hair. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I try not to be so light... If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

"it is good."

Father Han almost trotted into the main room, and he who was originally angry dissipated immediately after seeing the posture and movements of the two of them clearly.

"father?"

Han Xiucai, who was brushing Yao Yan's hair, was taken aback, "Is something wrong?"

"Han Erbo," Yao Yan was a little embarrassed. After all, he was such an old man and asked his son to wipe his hair.

"No, it's okay, I see that the rain will not stop for a while, or Yao Xiucai can have dinner at our house."

Han Xiucai lowered his head to look at Yao Yan, Yao Yan nodded, "Then excuse me."

"Don't disturb, don't disturb," Father Han went to the kitchen with a smile.

The atmosphere of the two in the main room was a bit strange.

Yao Yan lowered his eyes, "Er Bo Han must have misunderstood us, that's why he came in so anxiously."

It was said that Han Xiucai's heart was also very chaotic. He had lived for more than 20 years, and he had never been so chaotic as he is today.

"...It's okay, your hair is dry, I'll pour you some hot water," Han Xiucai put the handkerchief aside, took the bowl in front of Yao Yan, and went to the stove.

Father Han was cooking. Han Xiucai put the bowl aside and asked while pouring water, "Father, were you angry just now?"

Father Han, who felt that he had misunderstood someone, waved his hands, "It's just that your ears are not working. Speaking of which, you have such a good relationship with Yao Xiucai now, and you will have someone to talk to in the village in the future."

In the past, Han Xiucai had no friends.

Even if you win Tongsheng and Xiucai, there is no one to talk to.

"Yes," Han Xiucai suddenly felt depressed, he didn't say anything more to Father Han, put the water in front of Yao Yan, and said, "I'm going to help cook, Brother Yao hasn't tasted the food I cooked, right? Just try it."

"Okay," Yao Yan nodded.

After Han Xiucai went to the kitchen, Yao Yan stared at the heavy rain in a daze.

The dog man must pass the entrance examination for fame and fame, and he will always be a teacher if nothing happens. Once the dog man makes a name for himself under the emperor's feet, he probably won't come back.

What should he do then?

Yao Yan didn't dare to think anymore, he patted himself on the face, reassuring himself to live in the present, even if the two separated, they could still pass the letter by flying pigeons.

Or just be the other party's good brother, confidant, and stay with the other party for a lifetime not far or near.

The first meal at Han's house made Yao Yan feel a little uncomfortable.

When the rain stopped, he bid farewell.

"I'm just going to have a look at the foundation," Han Xiucai took Yao Yan's umbrella and went out with him.

On the way, Yao Yan was not as lively and talkative as when he came here. Han Xiucai was not used to it. He looked at Yao Yan and felt that the other party was far away from him.

Just when he was about to speak, Yao Yan said softly, "Brother Han is so talented and learned, he will definitely win the exam next year, and then I will cook a table of meals for Brother Han."

"...Brother Yao can also cook?"

"No, but I know how to learn." Yao Yancai didn't know what he was, and looked at him seriously, "It's also a blessing to cook for Brother Han."

Han Xiucai suppressed the throbbing, coughed, and stared ahead, but the hand holding the umbrella was very hard, which showed how excited the master was.

"Brother Yao treated me like this, but I don't know how to repay Brother Yao."

Looking at the dirt road under his feet, Yao Yan pursed his lips and said, "Brother Han, come back with a champion. Let me, let the whole village see how far Brother Han can go."

Han Xiucai, who took a deep look at Yao Yan, nodded, "Okay."

Seeing Yao Yan's return, Yao Sanmei hurried to the kitchen and told Yao's mother who was cleaning the dishes, "Second brother is back."

Yao's mother wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen door. As soon as she saw Yao Yan, she knew that he had something on her mind. Yao's mother signaled Yao Sanmei to clean up the kitchen, and she came to Yao Yan and asked softly.

"Your third sister hasn't seen you for a long time, and she was very worried. Someone saw you and Han Xiucai together, so she didn't go out to look for you."

Yao Yan came back to his senses and said very apologetically, "I made everyone worry. Brother Han doesn't have an umbrella, and the umbrella sent by the third sister just solved the urgent need. I will send Brother Han back, but the rain is getting heavier. The Han family left food."

Yao's mother saw that he was preoccupied, and she looked sad in the middle of speaking, so she turned around, "No wonder you changed your clothes, you go back to your room to rest first, if you have anything to do, you can talk to your father and your elder brother, everything is fine." As a man, he can relieve worries and boredom."

"……it is good."

Yao Yan really wanted to sleep.

He fell asleep shortly after lying down.

In the dream, a piece of clothing was chasing after him, as if he had become a spirit, and he couldn't be chased away...

"Anything on your mind?"

Yao's father came back happily, but Yao's mother pulled him aside and talked about Yao Yan's weirdness.

"Yeah, I'm so preoccupied, but I don't have much energy," and then told about Yao Yan's dinner at Han's house, "Did I get provoked by Han Xiucai?"

Yao's father shook his head, and took out the pipe to fiddle with, "Han Xiucai is open-minded, and he is not a talkative person, maybe he saw something at Han's house, which made him unhappy."

After washing his hands, Brother Yao, who came over and heard this, said casually, "Maybe he read Han Xiucai's book at Han's house. Didn't Brother Yan say that Han Xiucai's knowledge was superior to his? But he just didn't like it." I am willing, I must have read Han Xiucai's better writing or something."

This reason makes sense.

Yao's father and Yao's mother looked at each other, but they didn't understand this aspect either.

At this moment, Big Brother Yao came to Father Yao with a sigh, "Father, I quarreled with Youngest Lin, and you don't even know how annoying he is."

Abba aba aba aba aba...

Father Yao, who was dragged by Brother Yao to tell the young man's thoughts for most of the day, wiped the sweat off his face.

Why are these two sons so alike?

Yao Yan, who was chased by the clothes and woke up, felt uncomfortable all over, with a stuffy nose and a cough. Didn't he just catch a cold?

Soon Yao's mother heard it, and she hurriedly asked Yao's father to go to the village doctor to get medicine for Yao Yan and come back to boil it.

So at night Yao Yan had an extra bowl of dark medicine.

"Mother, I just catch a cold, it's fine if I don't drink the medicine."

Yao Yan looked at the bowl of medicine and sighed.

"How could it work? You said the same thing last time, but you were so sick that you couldn't get out of bed. Drink it quickly. The doctor said that you're just starting, and you'll be fine once you take the medicine."

Mother Yao urged.

Even the little niece looked at him who was being urged.

If you don't cooperate with taking medicine in front of your child, can you still expect your child to drink medicine in the future?

Yao Yan gritted his teeth and drank it.

Yao Yan who drank the medicine felt even worse.

There were bursts of cold sweat.

Brother Yao boiled a pot of hot water, and after letting him take a bath, he felt much lighter.

As soon as he lay down, he heard the dog man's voice coming from outside.

"I heard from my fourth uncle that Brother Yao fell ill when he came back. I was really worried, so I came here to have a look."

Then he heard the sound of elder brother Yao leading someone into the room.

Yao Yan immediately collapsed on the bed, looking out of breath.

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