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

The two walked forward for a hundred meters, only to see Father Xue standing at the edge of a field talking to an old woman with white hair.

When the white-haired old woman saw the scholar, she hurried up to the field to say, "Master." The little scholar was taken aback, and hurriedly bowed to return the gift, feeling uncomfortable, so she pulled Xue Yinsong to leave.

Father Xue pointed to the wheat field proudly and said, "Look, what a good wheat, it will definitely have a bumper harvest this year."

The old woman also nodded: "Thanks to my boss for having such a wonderful recipe, now the family is not only planted with wheat, but also can plant a season of rice in summer. This year will definitely have a bumper harvest."

Xue Yinsong replied with a smile: "It's everyone's credit. Without your hard work, fertilizing and turning the soil, how could the wheat grow so well? Look, you planted it 20 days later than mine, and the growth is almost the same!"

People carried people in flowery sedan chairs, and the old woman smiled so that her wrinkles stretched out: "It's all due to the good location of the master, and it's all thanks to the master."

After accepting the invitation to sit down at Jiajia's house, Xue Yinsong took the lead to leave, and led Xiucai to the small river outside the village. This time he walked in front, and there were pits and stones along the way to remind the rear to be careful.

Not far from the village is a small river, where a stream of water gathers from nowhere, it is never dry or frozen all year round, it is crystal clear and there are small fish and shrimp.

It was afternoon, and there was no one doing laundry by the river, so the two sat down on a clean stone on the river beach.

Xue Yinsong didn't speak, just listened to the rushing of the river and the occasional birdsong. Fortunately, the weather was warm in spring, and the wind from the river didn't feel cold.

After a while, the little scholar said, "I bumped into an old classmate when I was taking the exam, and the second young master asked someone to tell me that I had dealt with the examiner, so I must be asked to fail the exam."

Xue Yinsong laughed: "It's rare for you to worry about such a trivial matter, and you're not afraid to make yourself angry."

The little scholar tugged at the hem of his clothes with such force that he almost tore his clothes: "How can this be called a trivial matter, it only happens once every two years, if you don't pass the exam this time, don't you have to wait two years later?"

Xue Yinsong let go of his fingers for him, pulled him into his arms and persuaded him: "Okay, don't be angry, it's his freedom to do what others do, if they don't pass the exam this year, they will do it next year."

"After spending so much money, how can I not pass the exam." Little Xiucai was indignant, "I worked so hard, and my family managed to scrape together some travel expenses. If I don't pass the exam, I, I..."

Xue Yinsong patted his hand and said: "It's up to God to make things happen, and it's up to people to plan things. Exams are even more difficult to talk about. Even if there is no He family, if the examiner doesn't like your writing style, they may not admit you. ah."

The little scholar was stunned: "The teacher said that my writing is ready."

"No, no," Xue Yinsong imitated the sour tone: "Everyone has their own preferences. If your essay hurts the examiner, he will not let you pass it. You can't pass the exam this time, go home and work hard, and take the exam next year, don't worry, there will be enough travel expenses in the next year."

The little scholar bowed his head: "Brother Xue, I always make trouble for you."

Xue Yinsong smiled, stroked the new hair growing on his forehead and said softly: "As long as the person is fine, anything is fine."

Little Xiucai thought about it, then bent over and lay on his lap, quietly crooked.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Xue Yinsong eagerly: "It's really okay? Do you think that I didn't pass the exam in the first place, so you didn't expect me at all?"

Xue Yinsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Thinking too much." He slowly touched his head, and after a while he said: "Don't be angry, let's take the exam next year, he can't bribe the examiner every year for you, let's talk Now, in case he just said a joke, you will be angry for a long time, so it's not worth it."

The little scholar pouted, and it took him a long time to say: "Five taels of silver, five taels of silver."

"So it's a money fan." Xue Yinsong laughed loudly.

The scholar looked at him angrily: "Aren't you angry? It costs so much money to go there, and it's not good enough. If I knew it, I wouldn't go. You can do other things with the few taels of money."

Xue Yinsong said seriously: "Money is something outside the body. As long as people are around, you can make money no matter what. Life is too short. Once you open and close your eyes, you are afraid that people will lose money and still have money." Xiao Xiucai smiled after thinking about it. , "En" and leaned on his lap to watch the water flow.

"Oh, boy Xue."

Xue Yinsong straightened his back, held down the scholar and looked back: "So it's Mama Zhang, what a coincidence."

Matchmaker Zhang came over with a basket of dirty clothes: "Isn't this a scholar? What's wrong? Fainted?"

Xue Yinsong replied very naturally: "He slipped his foot just now, fell down and knocked his back, and I'm rubbing it for him."

Xiucai hurriedly hummed: "It hurts, it hurts, hurry up and rub it."

Matchmaker Zhang hurriedly said, "Are you going to ask the doctor?"

Xue Yinsong smiled: "Don't worry about it, I'll rub it for him, just go home and lie down."

Matchmaker Zhang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the roads are slippery during the spring rain, so be careful. Boy Xue, I have something very happy to tell you."

Xue Yinsong was taken aback for a moment, only to feel a sudden headache: "Why... is there any joy?"

"There is a girl in Chen Dafu's family in the south of this village. She is a little older than you, but people say that girls who are three years older hold gold bricks, and women who are three years older are considerate and gentle. Besides, that girl is not bad, and her arms are not bad. Coincidentally, female celebrities are all first-class cooks..."

Xiucai's ears perked up, but he forgot to pretend that his back hurts: "What? What?"

Xue Yinsong frowned: "I'm a slave."

Matchmaker Zhang covered her mouth and smiled: "Everyone knows that Chen Dafu said that as long as you are willing to be a door-to-door son-in-law, he will pay you to get out of your citizenship. They're out."

The little scholar suddenly jumped up: "Unregistered? No, there is only one slave in my family. Who will do the farm work after leaving the nationality?"

Xue Yinsong hurriedly winked, Xiao Xiucai was about to ask you if your eyes are convulsed?Matchmaker Zhang was taken aback: "Oh, Mr. Xiucai, isn't your back hurting?"

Little Xiucai hurriedly crouched down and fell on Xue Yinsong's lap, humming: "You bloody slave, rub it quickly, it hurts to death!" As he spoke, he gently twisted his thigh.

Xue Yinsong held back his pain and asked with a smile: "Chen Dafu? Never heard of it, from this village?"

Matchmaker Zhang hurriedly said: "Yes, I just told me about this matter, although it hasn't been settled yet, but judging from Chen Dafu's intentions, I'm afraid I'm going to want you, and there will be news in just two days, so I hurried to come early congratulations."

Xue Yinsong thought in his heart that you clearly came to do the laundry, but he smiled and said, "Thank you Mama Zhang."

The little scholar refused: "Why is mine better? Even my slaves are better than others? You still have to rush to get money to redeem yourself."

Matchmaker Zhang smiled: "Okay? Don't be afraid of being a scholar. I'm not a guarantee. As long as you like a girl, I can convince you."

The little scholar hurriedly said, "They didn't think about others, did they?"

"You child, why are you so stupid!" Matchmaker Zhang said with a smile: "Such a good thing is a fight, and you don't want it? Then Chen Dafu can be regarded as a big family in our Chenjia Village. He has three acres of good land and only two I have a daughter, and my younger sister will be from another family when she gets married. Although Xue boy came to the door, doesn’t the family’s wealth belong to you? In two or three years, the older girl will have two children, tsk tsk, what a beautiful thing! You can’t find it even with a lantern Good thing to arrive."

Xue Yinsong grumbled: "Why are you here again? Why are there so many women in Chenjia Village?" Zhang Matchmaker laughed and said, "How many girls are there? It's cheap for you foreign boys. In previous years, there were not many girls. If you are a bachelor, you have to spend a lot of money to buy a wife from the other side of the mountain."

The little scholar secretly squeezed his thigh again, Xue Yinsong hurriedly said: "Master Xiucai, why don't I carry you back, if the pain is severe, I'd better invite a doctor to come and see." The little scholar hurriedly said: "Quick, hurry up , please doctor, please doctor."

Xue Yinsong hurriedly stood up apologetically, carried Xiao Xiucai on his back and went home.After walking far away, Xiao Xiucai looked back to see that there was no one there, and squeezed his arm again: "If you dare to leave your nationality, I won't take it off for you."

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "You should take it off for me early. If you don't take it off, sooner or later someone will think about it. If there is an accident next time, what will you do if you export me?"

The little scholar wondered: "How could I export you?"

"That's not necessarily the case. There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. What if one day you don't win the bet and I lose it? If you take it off early, no one will miss it."

"Why is no one thinking about it?" Xiucai yelled. He accidentally raised his voice, then lowered it in a hurry: "Isn't this just because someone is thinking about it?"

"I will refuse this myself," Xue Yinsong turned him upside down so as to continue walking: "Isn't it just to see that I can grow early wheat, this idea turned so fast, hey."

Xiao Xiucai didn't quite understand, Xue Yinsong explained: "I signed an agreement with the tenant, and we are not allowed to reveal our morning wheat secrets. If others want to know the secrets, they can only ask me and my father. And the best way to win him over is to get married, you see my father is already married, you can't give him a concubine, right? Of course the only one who can win him over is me, besides, I'm not bad looking."

The little scholar nodded, hugged his neck excitedly and said: "It seems that you are still a sought-after treasure."

"That's it," Xue Yinsong raised his eyebrows: "Hurry up and get rid of my slave, or I will run away in the future."

The little scholar snorted, "Where can you go?"

"Run to other places, really ran out, who knows I'm a slave? I don't have tattoos on my face." Xue Yinsong said proudly: "Where there is oppression, there will be resistance. If you don't stay here, you will stay at my grandfather's place."

"Enenen, you run," the little scholar suddenly pulled his face down: "You can leave now, don't come back tonight, if you want to touch the bed again at night, I will break your dog legs."

Xue Yinsong: "..."

Xue Yinsong: "You want to find another new love? Hmph, I will never give you a chance!"

Little scholar: "..."

Little scholar: "How about this, if I win Juren this time, I will let you off the loan."

Xue Yinsong snorted: "What if you fail the exam?"

The little scholar smiled and said, "Then please bless me to pass the exam."

"Hey, when will the serfs stand up and sing?"

The little scholar lazily leaned behind his back and replied: "The master must be in a good mood, but the master is in a very bad mood right now."