I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Zheng Chengan knew that he shouldn't have such thoughts, but from a distance, there was a petite and delicate young man next to a muscular man, one was soft and clingy, the other was doting and powerful.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pair of mandarin ducks who are in love with each other!

In particular, Zheng Chengan never felt that the twins were any different from the man. When he first saw this scene, his brain skipped a beat.

Ye Xingwen was hiding under the tree with Lian Xing, listening to him tell stories to himself.

Zheng Chengan's writing was really too sloppy, his heart suddenly became cold when he ran to read the following text, and he tried hard to identify it for a long time, but he was also confused when he read it.

However, Lian Xing has long been used to this identification process, and in his eyes, it is no different from reading other books, so seeing the men in the room talking excitedly, the two of them sneaked out.

While talking, Ye Xingwen became curious about the story of the two of them.

It is rare for Lian Xing to see Shuang'er who is the same age as willing to get close to him. This is the first time that someone who is about his size gets along with him as a friend.

Lian Xing himself didn't have anything to say, he felt that he was just talking dryly. Unexpectedly, this young man had never seen life in the countryside, so he listened with great interest.

And he just said that her husband fell into the river by accident, and he married him for joy. After a while, her husband woke up from a coma, and after waking up, her husband treated him tenderly, never because of his appearance And discriminated against.

Ye Xingwen opened his eyes wide after hearing this, and clapped his hands in praise: "It's really a marriage made in heaven, a match made in heaven! I'm so touched!"

This little boy is so cute, Lian Xing couldn't help but bend his eyes at him, but the next moment he heard a deep voice calling himself: "Lian Xing——"

"coming."

The two put away the draft book and walked over together.

Zheng Cheng'an's eyes became hotter when he saw it.

He Jiaxiang beckoned and called Ye Xingwen back to his side, saying, "We should go."

"Ah, are you leaving now?" Ye Xingwen was still a little bit reluctant.

But he looked at the sky following He Jiaxiang's eyes, and immediately realized that it was time to eat, and if he didn't leave, it would be like a waste of time.

Zheng Chengan and Lian Xing sent them into the carriage, they were very embarrassed, because his family was really simple, and there were only some simple food, and rich people like them must not be used to it, so even if they knew it would be impolite, they still put People send away.

Zheng Chengan clasped his fists and watched them go away.

Lian Xing breathed a sigh of relief as soon as they left, and whispered, "It's really stressful to get along with them." He was really ashamed of himself, that young man was good-looking, had a good family background, and was gentle and kind, and Lian Xing was always careful , lest his vulgar words and deeds be unworthy of others.

Zheng Chengan smiled: "Hey, that's nothing. You don't know, I also force myself to stand in front of them, and my brain is about to fail after speaking such a few polite words. It's better for us to talk like this."

Lian Xing didn't expect that Zheng Cheng'an, who was so comfortable in front of the nobleman, would sigh like this, and couldn't help asking: "Really?"

Zheng Chengan said: "Of course it is true."

Before he could say a few words, Zheng Chengan noticed a few people slowly walking towards his door.

The villagers had long been staring at the door of their house, wanting to know what was going on. They didn't dare to move when the nobleman was around. Seeing people walking away at this moment, people soon surrounded them.

There were several people who came, and they still had smiles that Lian Xing couldn't understand. Lian Xing subconsciously turned his body sideways, protecting Zheng Cheng'an behind him.

Guo Li: "Hey, Zheng Cheng'an, what the hell is that lord doing here? When did you hook up with the nobleman behind our backs?"

"That's right, what kind of money-making work is it that you can't steal behind our backs!"

"Tell me, we grew up together anyway."

Zheng Chengan opened his mouth.

"I know!" Zhang Xiaowu's triangular eyes seemed to be shining with jealousy, looking at Zheng Cheng'an, "You just want to hide it, but you didn't expect me to know that person, did you?"

When Zhang Xiaowu heard someone say that a rich man was looking for Zheng Cheng'an, he ran over in a panic. Just now, he happened to see that man's face, and he recognized it immediately. If others don't know who that man is, how can he not know?

"Xiao Wu, don't be foolish, tell me who it is!"

"That's right, who is it?"

"That person is - the steward of Mingde Bookstore." Zhang Xiaowu is also literate, and when he was in the academy, he often went to that bookstore to buy some scripts. He thought that the things Zheng Chengan wrote at home were all jokes. I didn't expect to attract the steward of the bookstore to come to him on his own initiative.

"Huh? Bookstore? Isn't that a place that sells books?"

"So you're making money there."

"Oh, forget it, even if we can make money, we ordinary people don't have that ability."

"But Anzi is not bad, you can actually make money in the bookstore, you have a hand!" Guo Li's family is poor and illiterate, only hearing Zhang Xiaowu's words, he thought he was compiling that kind of sacred book of sages, his eyes lit up admire.

Zheng Chengan said modestly: "It's okay, it's okay, just write whatever you want."

Everyone immediately praised it again.

"No, so what if you can make money? Zheng Cheng'an, do you dare to say what you rely on to make money?" Zhang Xiaowu couldn't stand Zheng Cheng'an's self-satisfied look, raised his chin and toes asked proudly.

So what if a steward comes to see you?As long as he dared to say that name, as long as he dared—

"The script."

"Even if I said that I made money by talking about it, so what?" Zheng Chengan didn't care, he never felt that there was nothing he couldn't say.

However, these words were like a bomb, causing an uproar among the crowd.

"What? What is written?"

"The script! How dare he write the script?"

"Tsk, a dignified scholar actually writes that kind of low-level stuff!"

"It's really a waste of so many years of teaching from my parents, and so many years of studying, to do such dirty things?!"

Zhang Xiaowu then added fuel and jealousy: "That's right, how dare you still have the nerve to lick your face? If I had such a shameless son, I might as well have just drowned in the river back then!"

"That's right, what's the use of being rescued, it's better to drown in the river at the beginning."

Li Laosan originally came here just to join in the fun, but he didn't expect that in just a few breaths, everyone would turn upside down and point fingers at Lao Zheng's son.

"Hey——" Li Laosan interrupted, "Isn't it just to write something? Is it necessary? Anyway, Anzi also earns money with his own hands. It's better than staying at home and getting something for nothing, eating every day." His parents are strong."

"Besides, it's not like everyone in the village doesn't know that he looks weak like a chicken. If he can't get off the land, he's not happy. He's thinking of other ways to earn some money to subsidize his family?"

What Li Laosan said was the truth, but it sounded so awkward to Zheng Cheng'an's ears, what is a weak chicken?

What is his body?

What happened to him?He thinks he is very strong!

There were other people who had been listening silently just now without speaking, but seeing Li Laosan coming out to say something fair, they also followed suit.

"Everyone has been an old fellow for decades, don't talk about other people's children like that, can you earn more money for the family, wouldn't it be good?"

"The child's heart is also good. Otherwise, with their family's conditions, when can they have a good meal?"

"Although it's not nice to write a script and say it out, but it's okay to earn a little money so that the old couple of the old Zheng family won't be so tired."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaowu suddenly changed the direction of the wind. He said viciously: "He is the only one who still earns money? How easy is it for him to write a storybook? Don't make money and lose it if you don't earn it."

Someone was surprised: "What's going on? How can you still lose money?"

Zhang Xiaowu sneered: "Don't you have to spend money on the ink, paper and inkstone? It's such a precious thing, and when you spend so much ink and money to write it, you can't sell it, tsk tsk, don't you have to pay for it?"

"Oh, it's so serious?"

"Anzi, listen to my aunt's persuasion, if it's a loss of money, we'd better not do this job."

Zhang Xiaowu turned his nostrils to the sky, "Don't, don't try to persuade him, just let him write, and when the time comes to make him lose his shit, he will know he was wrong."

Zheng Cheng'an smiled faintly. He didn't know whether the things he wrote would be popular. It was metaphysics, but he was sure whether he could make money. He patted Lian Xing's arm lightly.

Lian Xing stared at Zhang Xiaowu covetously, as if he was about to go up and beat him up. He also opened his arms to protect Zheng Chengan behind him. Zheng Chengan himself felt like he was being protected by a hen spreading its wings. little chicks.

This description originally made him want to laugh, but it instantly reminded him of the words Li Laosan used to describe him. When the two overlapped, his face froze and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Zheng Cheng'an gave Lian Xing a reassuring look, telling him not to stand in front of him, while Zhang Xiaowu was still complacently imagining what it would be like when he didn't make any money and lost all his money.

Zheng Chengan looked him up and down, and said with a sneer, "I don't know where I offended you, or do you feel uncomfortable just seeing me live comfortably?"

Zhang Xiaowu curled his lips, he just couldn't be reconciled, obviously he was the one who gave Xiaobai the most things, and Xiaobai obviously liked him the most.

In the end, because of his messing around, he not only jumped into the river, but also publicized that he and Xiaobai were in love with each other as childhood sweethearts, making everyone think that they were having an affair.

Obviously, Zheng Chengan insisted on taking the purse and handkerchief when he saw that Xiaobai gave it to him first, and Xiaobai was not willing to give it to him at that time.

Even, when Xiaobai wanted to make it clear to him a few days ago and not let him pester him any more, he actually bullied Xiaobai and spoke so badly that Xiaobai cried for a long time.

Zhang Xiaowu now thinks of Xiaobai crying and confiding to himself, his eyes and nose are red from crying, like a little red lantern, and he can't help being angry.

Although there are personal reasons, it is absolutely impossible for Zhang Xiaowu to admit it in this situation. He poked his neck and said, "How is it possible, am I that kind of person? Haven't people told me yet?"