I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

The carriage was driving on the narrow road, Ye Xingwen lifted the curtain of the window and looked out excitedly.

There are many mountains and mountains, and kingfishers chirp and hover among the lush trees. They drive under the shadow of the giant mountains, and they can breathe the fresh air that is close at hand, but occasionally the wheels of the carriage run over a few small stones, which makes him a little uncomfortable .

"How long will it be?" Ye Xingwen couldn't help asking.

Wang Er drove the carriage, whipped the horse's back one more time, estimated: "About...less half an hour?"

Wang Er himself doesn't know much about it. He only knows about Shanghe Village, but he hasn't actually been there. Naturally, he doesn't know the exact time when he needs to arrive.

Although it was a bit novel at first, after a long time in the car, Ye Xingwen's heart became unspeakably stuffy, like a stone was pressing down on him, and it seemed like waves were churning in his stomach, the movement was not strong enough to cross the barrier, but once The slapping of the waves also bothered him.

He Jiaxiang hugged Ye Xingwen's waist and let him lean on his shoulder, "If you feel uncomfortable, rest well."

Ye Xingwen also lost interest, and submissively softened his body when he heard the words.

He Jiaxiang sighed and said: "Didn't I say that I can do it alone? You are inconvenient to take a car, why do you have to come out?"

Ye Xingwen pouted: "I also want to see who wrote it."

"By the way," Ye Xingwen suddenly remembered the name mentioned by the shop assistant Wang Er, and frowned slightly, "What's the real name of that person...really...Shen...an?"

He Jiaxiang smiled and said: "Who would call this kind of name, I guess Wang Er got it wrong. It's not like you don't know him."

Ye Xingwen bit his lip and said worriedly: "Then what if you can't find someone because you misheard?"

"Why can't I find it." He Jiaxiang patted his head and comforted him, "Even if I misheard him, the pronunciation will not be much different. When the time comes, I will ask in the village and I will always know."

After burning incense, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the village.

On the road, there were a few villagers who were talking and picking up wheat to go home. Wang Er stopped the carriage, leaned forward and asked, "Excuse me, is this Shanghe Village?"

The villagers stopped when they heard the sound, and when they turned around, they were shocked in place.

Wherever the villagers go, they just take an ox cart, but at this time they see a tall horse appearing in front of them. The horse is tall, majestic, mighty and powerful, and its hair is shiny and sleek.

Everyone was stunned by this luxurious luxury for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, it was like a swarm of bees had been blown apart, and they started whispering.

Zhang Shuan stood at the front and did not chatter like the others, so Wang Er asked him again, "Is this Shanghe Village?"

Hearing this, Zhang Shuan nodded hesitantly: "Yes."

Wang Er was overjoyed, and turned his head to report inside: "Steward, madam, we're here."

Ye Xingwen regained his energy immediately, poked his head out to look at the crowd, and asked, "Please everyone, is there any family in the village called... Zhen... Shen... An?"

"... Really Shen An?"

"Why is this name so awkward, is there anyone named this in our village?"

"But don't say it, although it's awkward, it still sounds familiar."

Li Laosan smacked his lips: "... Really Shen An? There is only one named An Zi in the village, right? Are you looking for... Zheng Chengan?"

"Zheng Cheng'an?" Wang Er read it again and exclaimed happily, "That's right, that's the name."

Then he continued to ask: "Then do you know where his home is?"

Li Laosan pointed in one direction, but immediately turned his hand back, frowned and said, "But there should be no one in his house right now. If you want to find him, it's more convenient to go directly to the field."

Li Laosan told them the specific location, and then heard the delicate young man who got out of the carriage thank him, and then the carriage moved slowly and left here.

The fabric on the hood was shining delicately under the blazing sun, Li Laosan blinked and said with emotion: "My dear, you really deserve to be a rich family, even the materials used on the carriage are more expensive than our best clothes. "

After speaking, he couldn't help being puzzled, scratched his head, and asked the person next to him, "What do you think such a wealthy family is looking for Zheng Cheng'an?"

He knew that there was someone standing next to him, and seeing the shadow on the ground, he turned his head to ask him, but he saw Zhang Shuan, who was not good at speaking. Turned his head back.

Hey, why did you ask the wrong person?

"Old man Geng, you are close to his house, what do you know?" Li Laosan asked with a smile.

The old man Geng was also curious. The Zheng family was no different from other families in their village. Eight generations of poor peasants, why did they suddenly have a relationship with a wealthy family?

The old man Geng shook his head: "I don't know that, hey, don't you have a good relationship with Zheng Dashan? Ask him."

Li Laosan also wanted to join in the fun, so he said, "That's fine, I'll go after I put this load of wheat home."

This kind of closed mountain village can't have a big event for a few years, let alone this kind of wealthy family. Suddenly, a person with gorgeous clothes and words and deeds came to the village, and it was immediately spread and talked about.

Zheng Chengan straightened his waist and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. The big beads of sweat were soaked up all over the place. This farm work is really not easy to do. The land surrounded by the other three people is larger than his, but At this moment, their progress has surpassed him.

They seemed to be used to working, they buried their heads in the ground without complaining of suffering or tiredness, they cut one bunch and picked up another bunch, Zheng Chengan didn't want to be compared with them, he held the cloth that was about to loosen in his palm, Tie the knot again, and hold the sickle again.

On the first day, he didn't understand, so he directly held the sickle with his skinny and tender palm. After just one day, his palm was rubbed with red blood blisters.

At that time, Lian Xing was holding a burnt needle under the oil lamp to puncture the blood bubble for him, his eyes were red, and he said to him distressedly: "Tomorrow you have a good rest at home, and I will do the rest."

How could Zheng Cheng'an agree to such words, wouldn't it seem that he is too scumbag!

He stretched out his hand to grab Lian Xing's hand, Lian Xing's hand was much rougher than his, and the palm was a bit hard, but one day the scythe was taken off without leaving any marks in his hand, he asked curiously: " Why are your hands all right?"

Lian Xing shrinks his hands shyly, his hands are too ugly, "I, I'll be fine once I get used to it."

Zheng Chengan took a closer look, and it was indeed so.

Lian Xing's palm had a thick layer of callus than his own, it was yellow and yellow, and he couldn't pinch it with his fingers.

Zheng Cheng'an let go of his hand and asked Lian Xing to continue to choose for himself. Looking at Lian Xing's downcast serious look, he said, "In this case, it will be fine when I get used to it."

When he came back to his senses, he faintly heard someone shouting in the distance, but he didn't pay attention. He grabbed a handful of straw with his left hand, and continued to cut it off with a sickle in his sore right arm.

After cutting several more, the sound became louder and louder, Zheng Chengan frowned.

Why did he hear the voice so much like calling him?

The result really called him.

But the sound was not as fast as the carriage, and perhaps the villagers in the distance stopped shouting when they saw that the man had found him. Zheng Chengan stood in the field and looked at the gorgeous carriage suspiciously.

He Jiaxiang asked Wang Er to stop the carriage, but Ye Xingwen wanted to get out of the carriage, but He Jiaxiang pushed him down.

Zheng Chengan and his buddy Wang Er only met once, maybe he could recognize him when he returned to the original bookstore, but at this time Wang Er had already changed out of the clothes in the bookstore, today is a brand new outfit, so Zheng Cheng'an looked at several well-dressed people walking towards him in a gentle manner, and asked, "What do you two do?"

He Jiaxiang froze for a moment when he saw this man who looked like a farmer in front of him. The book was written brilliantly, and the words between the lines were full of emotions. He thought that the person who wrote this book was a poor scholar from a certain village, or at worst an ordinary scholar. The kind who sits at home shaking his head all day long, but he never thought that the author who wrote "Star-Moon Continent" that also amazes him is also the one who rolls up his sleeves and cuts wheat under the scorching sun.

He Jiaxiang was only slightly taken aback, then took a few steps forward, and said to himself: "I am the manager of Mingde Bookstore, did you send two volumes of story books a few days ago?"

There was some noise around, He Jiaxiang knew that there were quite a few villagers joining in the fun around him, and he didn't want to disclose everything here, so he was a little confused.

Zheng Chengan was stunned.

It turned out that the editor took the initiative to ask him to sign the contract, and he was also to blame. He said that he went to inquire about the result the next day, but it was delayed until today.

Zheng Chengan was a little embarrassed, and said: "Sorry, I was busy with family affairs, so I couldn't make it as scheduled."

"It's okay." He Jiaxiang can understand, but...

He looked at the large wheat field, and could faintly hear the villagers behind him guessing the price of his clothes and carriage, he hesitated to say: "Then... is it convenient to continue the discussion?" Zheng Chengan saw the other party In the spotless dark blue brocade robe, he touched the tip of his nose, and said embarrassedly: "It's convenient, please take a step ahead, I'll be there later."

"Go straight along this road, turn right at the end, until there is a tall banyan tree on the right, and my house is on the opposite side."

The carriage left quickly, Zheng Cheng'an said briefly to the three members of the family, and then he left first, they packed up the things in the field and followed them back at a slower pace.

On the ridge, Zheng Chengan realized how indecent his posture was: the hem of his clothes was in the way, so he rolled them up and stuffed them into his belt; his collar was ripped open, and his sleeves were rolled up for heat dissipation; Sitting on the ground for a long time, there were a lot of soil stains.

Zheng Chengan hurriedly patted himself to shake off the dust, then gathered his skirt, put down his sleeves, and tied his belt again.

At this time, people from the village surrounded him.