The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

Father Xue was so angry that he jumped outside and scolded: "Baby, get up quickly, this duck soup will not taste good after turning off the fire, it's an urgent time!"

Xue Yinsong buried himself in the young scholar's neck, took a few deep breaths before getting up: "Got it! Here it comes!"

Father Xue just left thinking about it. A batch of wine will come to the shop in the afternoon, and he needs his labor to help carry it.

Xue Yinsong got up and put on his clothes, and went to the stove while buttoning them up. Chen Qi was standing stupidly in the backyard, and asked, "Father, are you not going to sleep?"

Xue Yinsong nodded, went to the stove to see that there was some lack of firewood, and called Chen Qi: "Come on, you come and guard the pot. If you see that the fire is low, add another firewood. I'll chop some firewood for backup."

As he said that, he turned around and took the axe. The energy that was useless just now could only be wasted on the wood. Xue Yin was so loose that only a small gown remained, revealing the muscles all over his body. Down.

Chen Qi looked at it with a blink of an eye, and said after a while: "My mother chops firewood in my house."

Xue Yinsong sneered: "Boy, you remember, in the future, taking a daughter-in-law is for pain. Beating your wife and making her do heavy work are all things for men without skills."

Chen Qi lowered his head, and it took him a long time to say: "My father...my former stepfather liked to beat people, he beat people whenever he drank, my mother..."

"Don't think about it," Xue Yinsong interrupted him. "The past is the past, and it will never become your future. Do you want to chop firewood? I remember there is a small ax with a short handle in the utility room. You can chop wood with small sticks." Bring out the firewood."

Chen Qi nodded, and when he got the axe, he sat down on a wooden stake beside him and chopped slowly.

The front and back yards are not far away, and the ancient houses are not soundproof. The little scholar just got into a commotion and now he has a headache from the sound of chopping firewood, so he got up angrily, put on his clothes and went to the backyard: "Can you still do it?" It can’t be better, I can’t sleep peacefully even if I sleep.”

Only then did Xue Yinsong come to his senses, "Arguing with you? I ran out of firewood, so I'll prepare some. Then go to sleep, I won't move here."

The little scholar sat down sleepily: "I won't sleep anymore, it's so uncomfortable to wake up, I have a headache."

Seeing that his face was flushed from sleep, Xue Yinsong hurriedly pulled up his clothes and tied his belt: "It's not too hot today, so be careful to catch a cold when you just wake up." He poured out a bowl of hot water and mixed it with sugar. Pass him a drink.

It was only then that the little scholar noticed the children in the yard, and turned his head to raise his spirits: "What's your name?"

Chen Qi replied timidly: "Chen Qi, Erdong Chen Dakeqi."

Little Xiucai saw that he was cute and handsome, so he couldn't help laughing and beckoning: "Come on, let me see, he is really a good boy." Then he turned around and asked Xue Yinsong: "Now can you tell me what's going on? ?”

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "You will never believe what I say, why don't you let Xiao Qi tell you by himself."

Chen Qi let him touch his hand, restrained his inner fear, and replied obediently: "My parents are dead, I was adopted by Uncle Xue."

The little scholar wondered: "Which family, how did he die?"

This question turned out to be bad, Chen Qi lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "My mother was beaten on the head, and she jumped into the well because she felt sad. My father got drunk and fell into the river and drowned."

The little scholar is the most kind-hearted, he sighed and made a decision immediately: "Come and live at our house, and play with Changhui in the future, you can also be regarded as a companion."

Chen Qi hurriedly said: "No, no, Uncle Xue said that Changhui is the young master of the family, so we must take good care of him... let him."

The little scholar cast a reproachful glance at Xue Yinsong, but what he said was true, so he could only reply: "There is no distinction between master and servant in the family, and our family is not one of those noble mansions, so there is no need to make such a clear distinction. Huiwan is, if there is anything wrong with him, you have to tell me, don't spoil him."

These words were quite unreasonable, Xue Yinsong laughed, winked at Chen Qi, shook his head slightly, and signaled him to just listen.

Chen Qi was also well-behaved, he agreed with his mouth, and nodded no matter what he said.

The little scholar was delighted in his heart: "Have you ever passed the household registration?"

Xue Yinsong took the opportunity and said: "It's just that I never thought of being under my name, thinking that I was originally a slave, and I was afraid that he would suffer if I passed, so I wanted to wait for you to come back and discuss it."

The little scholar smiled: "This is easy, just pass it under my head, and I will teach you to read and write in the future, okay?"

Chen Qi's eyes lit up and he nodded hastily.

Seeing that this was wrong, Xue Yinsong said hastily: "Didn't you have Changhui under my name? You finally had a son, and you stole it from me again."

The little scholar shook his head: "Changhui said he was my son, but in my heart I still regarded him as the second young master of the He family. After all, he is from the He family and is my cousin's blood. I can't bear to let him be my surname for the rest of his life." Yes, when he grows up, let him return to He's surname."

Xue Yinsong finally snatched it from his father and aunt Huan, and of course he was not willing to give it up to a scholar so easily: "No, no, this is what I fell in love with first, and I made an agreement with him."

The little scholar rolled his eyes, turned around and asked with a smile: "Xiao Qi, who do you want to be your son? If you are my son, I will teach you to read and write in the future, and when you grow up, you will be the number one scholar in the exam, okay?"

Xue Yinsong's eyes turned green, and as expected, Chen Qi clapped his hands happily and replied: "Okay, I want to read and read. My mother always said that I have to study in my early years, but my family is too poor to afford a pen and paper."

Xiao Xiucai smiled and embraced him, "It's no problem, you and Changhui can draw red together from tomorrow on, as long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you."

Xue Yinsong stood aside and said: "Okay, okay, I'll let it go to you, you rascal. Then my slave will always be taken off for me, right? My father always lectures me on this matter, so I will be a dwarf for nothing."

The little scholar giggled: "No, you are my Pei family's slave, you will be for the rest of your life!"

Xue Yinsong was tickled again by that bright smile, dropped the ax and walked over, "Say it again?"

The little scholar laughed and hid behind, and he could reach the bedroom through the utility room. Xue Yinsong knew it in his heart, and hurriedly ordered Chen Qi to watch the duck soup, and chased after him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the little scholar replied nonchalantly when he saw him push the door open: "Are you done with your work? I still want to sleep for a while, and my forehead hurts."

Xue Yinsong hurriedly helped him take off his coat and shoes and sent him to bed, and he also took off his clothes and rolled over to stick them.

The little scholar let him hug his back again, and lay quietly for a long time before asking: "Where's your father?"

"Go to the liquor store." Xue Yinsong said, leaning his face against his neck, "The business in the shop is not bad now, although it doesn't make much money, it is finally off to a good start."

The little scholar turned his head and asked, "What happened to the wheat you planted?"

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "It grows very well, but the temperature is not good. It is in the tillering stage. It would be better if the temperature is higher."

The little scholar heaved a sigh of relief: "What you have done is already against God's will. It is good to have a harvest. How dare you be greedy."

Xue Yinsong smiled: "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's not bad. After four rounds, people fainted when the exam came out. The questions this time were tricky enough. I heard that several people fainted when the papers were handed out."

Xue Yinsong laughed, the imperial examination is similar to the college entrance examination, and many people cannot pass the quality test.

"Why don't you let me get out of slavery?"

The little scholar glanced at him and smiled: "No, you don't care."

"Are you going to shop?" Xue Yinsong felt hot in his heart, pressed forward and said, "I'll give you one last chance, or you will be punished with great punishment."

The little scholar sneered, and put his hands on Xue Yinsong's chest: "No, I won't take it off, I won't take it off."

"Can you take it off? If you don't, I'll be serious!"

Just as Xiao Xiucai was about to speak, he heard Old Man Xue cough loudly and impolitely outside the door, admonishing him, "You can't keep your voice down in broad daylight! Impact! Pay attention to impact!"

The little scholar blushed, and quickly pushed Xue Yinsong away, sat up and replied loudly: "Uncle Xue, you misunderstood, we are talking about leaving the nationality."

Xue Yinsong got up and opened the door, laughing loudly: "Didn't you ask me to find a scholar to take off?"

Father Xue's face turned blue, he couldn't speak after thinking about it, and turned to go to the backyard.

Xue Yinsong wanted to grind it out again, but Xiao Xiucai refused to cooperate, and pushed him away with a smirk: "What kind of affiliation do you have? You were born a slave of my Pei family, and you are a ghost of my Pei family when you die. If you want to leave your affiliation, you will wait for your next life." .”

Xue Yinsong rushed forward with a strange cry: "I never gave me any money for selling my body back then, and besides, I haven't seen a penny for my wages for more than half a year."

"Slaves are divided into two types, one is bought out and the other is paid for wages. Didn't all my money be given to you? You just pay yourself the wages you want."

Xue Yinsong climbed up and pressed on him: "I don't want the wages, so I will use you to pay off the debt."

He thought Xiucai would retort, but he didn't want Xiucai to touch his face and say, "Okay."

Xue Yinsong looked at him with his arms propped up, and saw the inexplicable smile on the scholar's face, and asked curiously: "What's wrong today, why are you so obedient?"

The little scholar thought about it seriously and said: "I have learned a lot from going out this time, and I feel that home is good. I don't want to go so far in the future, unless you accompany me."

This is the sweetest love story that a scholar can say, Xue Yinsong felt warm in his heart, hugged him tightly and said in a low voice: "Okay, I will be with you for the rest of my life, I will go wherever you go."

The little scholar burst out laughing: "You dog."

Xue Yinsong smiled slightly, closed his eyes and hummed: "Well, it's a dog. Don't you know that dogs follow the bones?"

Little Xiucai didn't expect to involve himself in it, and was so angry that he couldn't speak, and slapped him in the face with both hands: "Anyway, you are my family's slave, and you will be one for the rest of your life, so you won't be expelled."

Xue Yinsong hugged him tightly: "If you don't take it off, don't take it off, fasten me tighter, otherwise what if I run away with other bones?"

The little scholar let go, and snorted: "You dare." Xue Yinsong chuckled, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare, no other bones are as good as you."

The little scholar pulled his face down: "You talk."

"Sleep sleep, we sleep."