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

Xue Yinsong tied the bamboo basket around his waist, squatted down and waited for the little scholar to lie on his back and said, "Changhui, you go ahead, be careful."

Changhui nodded in agreement, carefully leading the way ahead.

Xue Yinsong stood up, supported Xiao Xiucai's legs with both hands, and reminded: "Hold my neck." Xiao Xiucai had to put his arms around him and said, "Actually, I can walk by myself, or you can help me."

"Little ancestor, don't worry about it. You'll sprain your other foot later, and I'll have to help you when you go to the latrine to shit."

The little scholar was too ashamed to raise his head, and it took him a while to hold back a sentence: "You, you are so vulgar..." Xue Yinsong took a few steps indifferently, feeling that he was slipping backwards: "Hold tight, haven't you eaten? I'm not a big girl, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Xiucai strangled his neck fiercely and said, "Is it tight enough? Let's go quickly. After a while, the moon will enter the clouds, and the road will be hard to see."

Back home, Xue Yinsong first boiled water for the little scholar to take a bath, then sent Changhui to wash his face and feet before saying, "I'll sleep on the floor tonight, if you want to drink water at night, just call me at night."

The little scholar quickly shook his head: "No, no."

In the flickering dim light, Xue Yinsong's face seemed to be painted with gold, making him look like a mature man.He raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Yesterday I hurt my right hand when I fetched water, today I broke my left hand when I went out, and I hurt my left foot when I caught frogs at night. Are you going to wake up in the middle of the night and sprain your right foot and then eat and drink in bed?" Lying down for a month?"

The little scholar's face was full of anger but he couldn't express it, so he could only reply: "How can people sleep on the ground? At worst, I'll call you from the door at night."

"Don't worry about how you sleep, I'll rub some wine for you." With that said, Xue Yinsong went to the bed and sat down, reached out and grabbed his feet and put them on his lap.

The ankle was a little swollen at this time, and it was still slightly hot. Xue Yinsong first rubbed his hands to warm them up, dipped some wine in the bowl, and gently rubbed it on and kneaded.

This force was not small, and Xiao Xiucai grinned in pain and hummed, hugged his arm and begged: "It hurts, please be gentle." , kneading non-stop, slowly kneading the entire ankle before stopping.

The air was filled with a strong smell of liquor, and Xiao Xiucai leaned on his shoulder in pain and pinched him vigorously: "The foot is going to be broken—" Xue Yinsong dipped his hand in the wine and rubbed it as if he hadn't heard it. Seeing the bruised and purple blood all over again, he said: "It will be fine, rubbing the bruised blood will reduce the swelling quickly, and if you recover quickly, you will be able to walk on the ground the day after tomorrow."

The little scholar lowered his head and pushed him away, hugged his legs with his two disabled paws and said, "Brother Xue, please." Then he turned around, took off his coat and lay down.

Xue Yinsong went to the kitchen and took a few bundles of straw and spread them in the corner: "Would you like to go to the hut or drink water?" Seeing the little scholar shaking his head, he went to blow the oil lamp and lay down.

For a moment, three even breathing sounds came and went in the room. Although the floor was covered with straw, it was still a little hard. Xue Yinsong turned over several times in a row, only to hear Xiao Xiucai say: "Brother Xue, why don't you come to sleep on the bed."

"I'll just sleep on the floor, it's okay."

"Come and sleep on the bed." Little Xiucai climbed up and sat on the edge of the bed: "This bed is quite big, and it is wide enough for the three of us to sleep sideways." Xue Yinsong thought for a while and got up and said: "Okay, I will And go change your clothes and come back."

The little scholar hurriedly persuaded him: "Don't bother, don't treat me like a young master in the city. Now that I'm here in Chenjia Village, I never thought of being a young master. Come and help me move Changhui and let him Sleep in the middle."

Although Xue Yinsong was not satisfied with the result, he made progress anyway, so he had to agree to gently move Changhui over and put him in the middle of the bed.

Xiao Xiucai slept on the right side, Xue Yinsong went to lie down on the left side, and after thinking about it, he turned his back to them again.

Although it was the end of summer, the room was still a bit hot. Xue Yinsong wanted to turn over, but the bed creaked when he moved, so he had to endure it. Who wants to sleep more and more awake, and in the end he doesn't even want to close his eyes.

He remembered that in the previous life, he and the Huang family boy made an appointment to go up the mountain to see the stars, but in fact they just wanted to find a place to touch their little hands and kiss their little mouths.As a result, the Huang family boy was very smart. He took his five-year-old brother with him, and when he lay down to watch the stars, he stuffed his brother between the two of them. As a result, he touched the wrong hand, and the Huang family boy screamed that there was a ghost. He was ridiculed a lot.

It's even worse now, the one in the middle doesn't say anything, and the one next to him hasn't made up his mind yet, so he really doesn't know what to say.In terms of relationship, there is a master and a servant, if you make him unhappy, you might get rid of him as soon as you get angry... This evil old society!

The best way is to get rid of the slavery first, and then earn some money to become a landlord. Of course, the more ideal is that the little scholar can't pass the Jinshi exam at all, and he won't make a living and ruin his family business, leading Changhui to nowhere, and then he Then he jumped out with a triumphant smirk: You just obey me obediently!When the little scholar saw his pretty face blushing, he said affectionately: I hate it~~

This room hasn't finished flirting yet, only the little scholar said: "Brother Xue, are you asleep?"

Xue Yinsong hurriedly withdrew his saliva: "Remember Ye?"

The little scholar blushed again, wondering if you wish I could get up at night, but said: "I'm a little hot, I want to sit in the yard."

The room was already a bit stuffy, besides, one more person would make it hotter. It was really unbearable, and Xiao Xiucai usually took off his clothes to sleep, but today there were people around, so he had to wear his middle coat because of embarrassment.

Xue Yinsong got up and helped him put on his shoes, and then carried him to sit on the stone bench in the backyard: "Aren't you sleepy yet? Why don't you just sit down and go back when you feel sleepy." He also sat down on the stone bench next to him. superior.

Xue Yinsong only wore a pair of trousers, and because of the heat, a thin layer of hairy sweat appeared on his body, which shone brightly under the moonlight, and he could see that the beautifully shaped muscles were outlined by lines and stretched from the shoulders in an imaginative curve to the waist, and then submerged in the tight belt.

Little Xiucai froze and turned his eyes to the sky: "The moon is a little dizzy, maybe it will rain." Xue Yinsong also looked up and said: "No, although there is a saying that the moon is going to rain, according to my Experience, it doesn’t mean that the moon will definitely rain, if you don’t believe me, we can bet.”

The little scholar was very confident in his method of observing the moon, so he agreed immediately: "Okay, have you decided what to bet? If I lose, I will give you a tael of silver."

Xue Yinsong thought for a while and said: "How about this, no matter who loses, just serve the other party for a day?"

"How to serve?"

"In the morning, wash your face, make breakfast, feed the livestock, boil water for a bath in the afternoon, and cook in the evening."

The little scholar immediately agreed: "Okay, a gentleman can't chase after a word."

Xue Yinsong also smiled and said, "Then I've made money, and I can finally enjoy the feeling of being served."

The little scholar waved his hand: "Who wins and who loses, we will see the result within three days."

After sitting for a while, Xiaoxiu felt a little tired, so Xue Yinsong carried him back to the room, but Changhui had already rolled to the other side of the bed.Xue Yinsong originally wanted to hug him out, but Changhui was in a light sleep at this time, humming when he moved, and Xiao Xiucai was afraid of waking him up, so he had to tug at the corner of his clothes and say, "Just sleep like this."

The two were lying side by side, and Xiao Xiucai felt that the heat next to him was provocative, so he pushed him and said, "Come over, it's too hot." Xue Yinsong had no choice but to squeeze to the side again, with his body half on his side, and he was also sleepy at this time. To the extreme, fell asleep in a short time.

Little Xiucai couldn't stand the heat, so he woke up and slept all night, and didn't sleep until dawn.Xue Yinsong woke up at five o'clock, got up lightly and cooked some grain porridge, and after Changhui had eaten, he took him to the butcher shop in the village to buy meat to make wontons.

The meat was only willing to cut two or three taels, and I bought the most tender front clip, and bought half a catty of shallots and a piece of fresh ginger. When I got home, I made good noodles and woke up, and then washed the meat carefully and chopped the meat with the belt into stuffing.

Changhui squatted aside and watched excitedly, took a green onion and said: "Uncle Xue, I will help too." Xue Yinsong demonstrated how to pinch the head and tail and peel the old skin, and when he saw him peeled a green onion, he praised: "Changhui You're really smart, and I can help you with the work in the future." Changhui was very proud, and was about to cock his tail when he heard the knocking of the door outside, and someone shouted: Sending rabbit grass!

Xue Yinsong went to open the door, only to see two and a half young men standing at the door with two baskets of grass. Seeing them answering the door, they hurriedly said: "This is what Chen Liang's family ordered. He also said that two baskets will be delivered every day, and the delivery will be full of 100 straws every day." sky."

Xue Yinsong nodded: "You guys are responsible for mowing the grass?"

The tall boy replied: "Exactly. My name is Chen Changlin, and his name is Chen Jing. They are both tenants at the east end of the village. The two brothers Chen Liang said they were injured and couldn't get out of bed, so that's why we sent grass."

Although the tenant is a commoner, he really has no land. He usually rents other people's land for farming, and the tax is very high. Xue Yinsong was moved in his heart and asked, "How much money will they give for two baskets of rabbit grass?"

"Five texts."

It was only then that he noticed that Chen Changlin's clothes had several patches of different colors, so he asked, "After the [-] days are over, if you are willing to just come to me, I have other work for you to do." Chen Changlin and Chen Jing Looking at each other, they immediately agreed with a smile.

"My family has chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits and pigs, and we will harvest different kinds of grass in the future."

The two boys agreed and poured the grass in the backyard before leaving.

The little scholar had already woken up at this time, and when he heard the door close, he got up and asked, "Why can't the two Chen Liang brothers get out of bed? Aren't they not seriously injured?"

"I practiced martial arts when I was young, and I was a soldier when I grew up. Yesterday I fought with dark energy. Although they looked healthy yesterday, they were already injured. They had to sleep for at least ten and a half months before they could get up. My injuries were caused by slipping on the rainy road and rolling into the grass, and they were all skin injuries, nothing serious."

Only then did the little scholar know that he was still a good man, and asked curiously, "Can you fly over walls?"

"will not."

"Can you kill a tiger and a bear with one punch?"

"No."

"The knife doesn't bleed, and the spear sticks to the throat or breaks the wall with a punch?"

"This... Martial arts is not just a sideshow."

The little scholar sighed with emotion: "Then practicing martial arts is more useless than studying——"

"..." For some reason, Xue Yinsong felt that Xiao Xiucai's brows stretched, as if he let out a dirty breath.