Make a long-term worker as an old attack

For the next half a month, Niu Geng went to Xue Zhaoqing's house to learn to write every evening. The excitement of learning to write at first gradually wore away. Niu Geng found that writing is sometimes more difficult than working in the field The work is still tiring, and I don't know what's going on with the small pen holder. I can't write with too much strength, and I can't write with too little strength. Even the direction of the force is different, and the written characters are different.If it's just that, Niu Geng doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, but, what's even stranger than that pen is this seemingly frail young master.

In the first few days, the young master thought he smelled of sweat, so he insisted on letting him wipe his body in the room, no matter how many times Niu Geng yelled that he had washed it by the well when he came, it would not work. You can't wipe it in the yard, you have to let him take off his blouse and wipe it in the room. While wiping, he is watching and swallowing while watching. Could it be that the young master regards him as fat and wants to eat it with wine?

It's enough to just watch him wipe his body, they are all gentlemen, can they lose a piece of meat if they look at them more?It's just that after wiping his body, the young master doesn't let him wear a short shirt, and often closes the door of the wing room, leaving him bare-chested and writing for hours.

Although it is cool in autumn, Niu Geng has always been a strong and thick man. He is not afraid of the cold, but he feels a bit awkward to be naked, especially when the young master scratches the flesh of his chest with the unstained brush from time to time, scratching him. His whole body was hot and his forehead was sweating.

On this day, Niu Geng sat at the desk with his upper body naked after wiping his body, writing with a brush. He can now write his name and various numbers proficiently. For the convenience of teaching him to keep accounts later, Xue Zhaoqing didn't teach him the things in the sage book, but taught him how to write the names of various grains and vegetables that appeared in Uncle Zhong's account book one by one.

When I wrote the word "sorghum", I couldn't write any more.

The character "梁" has too many strokes and the structure is compact. Niu Geng copied the character written by Xue Zhaoqing for a long time, but it still didn't look like it at all. One was broken.Niu Geng sighed, picked up the scrap of paper, and nestled into a ball.

"This character is not easy to write. Come here, and I will write it for you to watch." Xue Zhaoqing took a pen and stood up.

Niu Geng walked to Xue Zhaoqing's side, the characters were obviously the same, but the pen couldn't form a shape in his hand: "Master, this character is too difficult, I can't learn it."

Xue Zhaoqing squinted his eyes and looked at Niu Geng for a while, then bit his lower lip lightly, as if he had made up his mind, he said, "It's just a word, and there are still some people who can't learn it? Come here and walk behind me."

Niu Geng didn't know what Xue Zhaoqing's intentions were, but after getting along these few days, he was as used to obeying the young master as he was when he was a child.

"Come closer."

Niu Geng took a step forward.

"Closer."

No matter how close it is, it will be close to the young master's back, Niu Geng shouted in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word in front of Xue Zhaoqing, so he had to take another small step closer.

"Okay, now hold my hand holding the pen from behind, and follow the direction I write." Niu Geng raised his right hand and held Xue Zhaoqing's little hand holding the pen. In an instant, the place where it touched the skin was soft and delicate. It's slippery, like a ball of rice cakes just out of the pot, so Niu Geng couldn't help but want to pinch it twice.

But the young master is a young master after all, even if he had such a wicked heart, he didn't have the guts to do so.Restraining the desire in his heart, Niu Geng followed Xue Zhaoqing's hand to copy the font, writing on his hand, but there is no shadow of half a word in his mind, the young master's body is so small and thin, just wrapped in his arms just like when he was a child Well, the eldest young master's hair is so thin and soft, a few strands of hair brushed around his face, and the fragrance is overflowing.From this angle, the young master's eyelashes are so long, his nose is so straight, and his face is so white.

A wave of urgent fire came from the **** part, Niu Geng is not young, he knows what it feels like, he just wanted to avoid the fire a little bit, suddenly, Xue Zhaoqing moved back, a round curled up The soft thing just hit the part of him that stood up a little bit.

All of a sudden, Niu Geng jumped away with a yell as if someone had stepped on his feet. He crossed his legs in embarrassment, grabbed the belt on his trousers with both hands, and half turned around, not daring to face Xue Zhaoqing.

"you……?"

"Master...Master, well, I...I have to feed the cows and horses at night, I...leave..." He couldn't even speak at the moment.Then he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, I haven't given you the rock candy today."

"Well, I won't eat today..." When he was in such a hurry, he couldn't care less about eating, Niu Geng clutched his lower body, and rushed out of Xue Zhaoqing's small courtyard door in a hurry.

Xue Zhaoqing saw the man running in a hurry, as if being chased by a wild animal, recalled the hard thing he touched when he bent down just now, and he understood most of it at once. He touched his right hand and smacked his chest With a familiar smell, the slender phoenix eyes twitched: "Little boy, once you enter this young master's room, don't even think about going out."

Niu Geng ran all the way back to the stable with his butt on fire, took a bucket of water from the deep well, and poured all of it on his forehead. The bone-chilling coolness penetrated his whole body from top to bottom. I felt that the fire in my heart had subsided a little bit.

Niu Geng knows that he has a stupid temper, a stupid head, has never read a book, and doesn't understand any major principles, but since he was a child, all the elder brothers and uncles around him are married girls as daughter-in-laws, and he has never seen any man. He slept in the same bed with the man, but why did he get excited when he smelled the smell of the young master's hair?Could it be the evil nature of the young master?Is it abnormal once you enter?

Niu Geng didn't understand, and he didn't want to think about it, but when he was working in the field the next evening, no matter how much Ren Xuezhong persuaded him, he didn't want to go to Xue Zhaoqing's house anymore.

"You fool, why don't you want to go if you don't want to go?" Xue Zhong shouted.

"Uncle, I'm a farm worker. It's not my job to write with a pen." Niu Geng lowered his head and broke off a handful of wheat with a sickle.

"Eldest Young Master murdered you?"

"No, the young master is very kind to me."

"Then why don't you want to go?" Xue Zhong wanted to smash Niu Geng's thick black head to pieces, how could he not open his mouth when there was meat delivered to his door?

"Isn't it suitable? I still like to work in the field. If the wages are less, I will pay less. I feel comfortable working in the field." Niu Geng bundled the harvested wheat into a bundle and threw it aside to form a hill .

"You baby, why are you so stubborn." Xue Zhong sighed, the burdock was so stubborn that even three bulls couldn't pull it back.

"Uncle, I know you are doing it for my own good. It's just that the young master's room is too elegant. I feel uncomfortable going there as a rough man. You see, uncle, I can write numbers now. Several common I can also write about food and so on. From now on, I will practice by myself at night according to the account books you have kept in the past few years. If you always have time, you can give me pointers. Delaying my work, it’s not difficult for the young master to face me as a vulgar person all day long, what do you think?” Niu Geng wiped his sweat, he didn’t sleep half the night last night, he finally came up with such a set of words, I hope it will be useful.

Xue Zhong listened, and it was useful. How could the master not want long-term workers to work more?Besides, it's a waste of the young master's delicate body to teach this idiot like Niu Geng how to read and write all day long, isn't it?So Xue Zhong stopped pestering him and ran to the front yard alone.

Xue Zhaoqing was in his room, counting the time, Niu Geng should have come a long time ago, could it be that he didn't want to come because of what happened yesterday?Just as he was thinking, he saw Xue Zhong entering the small courtyard alone.

"Uncle Zhong, where's Niu Geng?"

"Eldest young master, Niu Er has opened his eyes."

"Huh?" Xue Zhaoqing was puzzled, what could this idiot do?

"He told me that he has learned to write a lot of characters now, and he is especially grateful to the young master for being willing to condescend to teach him, but he feels that the autumn harvest is too busy recently, so he does not do the work in the master's field and spends all day in the house, thinking I was very uneasy, so I thought about doing more work during the day until I could not see the crops in the field, and then I could study the previous account books by myself at night, and I could learn a lot." Xue Zhong said, sneaking Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, hey, why is this young master's face so ugly?

"He really said that?" The hand behind his back gradually clenched into a fist, Xue Zhaoqing tried his best to restrain his gradually livid face, and maintained a calm tone.

"That's right, Niu Er, he is a little bit taken aback, but he always thinks of the master's family first in everything, and he will not be tired of the field work for as long as he has to do."

"What else does he like to do besides working in the fields?"

"Besides liking to work in the fields, I should feed the cows and horses, and sometimes ride our horses for a stroll."

"He can ride a horse?" Xue Zhaoqing's eyes flashed, and he thought from the heart.

"Yes, young master, except for the master, the second young master, and the housekeeper, no one in our family can ride a horse. The master also loves horses. When he meets some good horses, he always likes to buy them back and keep them for a long time. No one rides a good horse for a walk, it will always add fat, and none of the other long-term workers dare to ride, but Niu Er has learned to ride a horse abruptly, and when he usually has a short life, he rides out for a run. Run." Xue Zhong quietly glanced at the young master's face, he looked a little better than before.

"Okay, Uncle Zhong, I see. You can go back and tell Niu Geng that you can learn by yourself. If you don't know anything, you can come to my room and ask anytime."

"Ok, you rest, young master, I'll go back first, old slave." With that said, Xue Zhong exited the courtyard.

Just as Xue Zhong left here, Xue Zhaoqing looked around to see if there was no one there, and then closed the door of his wing.He took the flint and lit the half-extinguished candle beside his bed. After the candle burned for a while and a small puddle of wax was ignited, Xue Zhaoqing took off his shoes and socks and sat on the bed.

He held his left foot with one hand, and slowly moved towards his foot with a candle in the other. The closer he got to the fire, the clearer the feeling of the burning fire became. dripped on his feet.

"Squeak..." The extremely hot wax juice immediately formed a thin layer of wax oil when it met the cold soles of the feet. Xue Zhaoqing reluctantly put the candle back in place, peeled off the layer of wax oil with his hands, dripping The place where the wax oil was burned was red and red, and a big blister formed in a short while.He limped to find a sewing needle in the closet, and popped the blister.

"Hiss..." Xue Zhaoqing twitched, the tingling pain in the soles of his feet was very clear, he rolled his eyes, he must make this barbarian pay back twice as much in the future for the pain he suffered on his body today! .

The author has something to say: The young master has resorted to bitter tricks, but Zhaoqing Baobao really dares to use anything for the sake of burdock (#^.^#)