The little husband of the sick prince's family

The breeze is mixed with a little drizzle, falling on the tender willow leaves, on the small stone steps, and on the shoulders of others, leaving only a little wet mark to prove its existence.

On the bank, the shopkeeper held an oil-paper umbrella, cupped his hands, and said Shi Shi: "Young Master Zou, take care all the way." After getting along for this period of time, he has already classified Zou Yun as his friend.

Now, when his friend was leaving, he naturally wanted to see him off in person.

The boatman was paddling the wooden oar. Zou Yun looked at the increasingly blurred figures on the shore, turned his head to look at the people beside him, with regret on his face: "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to see it again in the future." He likes Yunling City very much. Landscape.

Qi Lin stared at the small, brightly colored cinnabar mole under the side earlobe of the young man, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyelids: "If you want to come, I will bring you here often in the future." You, Qi Lin added silently in his heart.

The rain was getting heavier, and the small drops of water dripping down the outline of the oil-paper umbrella wet half of Qi Lin's green shirt.

Zou Yun stood up, jumped to his side, stood next to him, raised his fair and pretty face, "Come into the canopy, the rain is splashing in."

Before he finished speaking, a big warm hand wrapped around his waist, and then he fell into an embrace full of medicinal fragrance, which was strong and could not be refused by him.

Because of Qi Lin's movements, the raindrops on the oil-paper umbrella dripped tremblingly, splashed on Zou Yun's forehead, soaked his fur, and flowed down his outline, leaving an itchy feeling. When it was resting on his chin and seemed to be gathering strength to fall, the man's hand lightly brushed his chin, removing the raindrops.

The two of them rented a small fishing boat, and there was only room for a bed in the tent.Fortunately, most of the food on the road is dry food, otherwise there is no small table, which is really embarrassing.

Qi Lin hung the wet long gown on the long pole of the horizontal frame. Looking back, he saw that the boy had already nestled under the quilt, only a few strands of blue silk were exposed, which indicated that the master was flustered at the moment.

Zou Yun shrunk himself into a ball and covered him under the quilt. The scene just now flashed through his mind, his cheeks were flushed, and he felt that the quilt was getting hotter. In the dark, he bit his fingertips embarrassingly, and murmured: " Just wipe off the raindrops, nothing."

Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.After many years of dealing with those old stubborn people in the court, Qi Lin's endurance can be regarded as top-notch, and the little rabbit has to open his heart obediently. At this time, he must not startle the snake.

He doesn't want to experience the feeling of a cooked duck flying away!

Feeling the sinking of the bed, "Little White Rabbit" Zou Yun slowly moved towards the wall, leaving a large space.

Perhaps it was because of the rain and the ship's windows were not closed. In the middle of the night, Zou Yun vaguely encountered a hot body, and his fingertips were slightly numb from the heat.

He stood up and lit the candle. Due to the strong wind outside, the flames blown from time to time appeared and disappeared, and the cabin was also bright and dark from time to time.

Sure enough, he had a fever. The person on the bed frowned, his lips faded, and his face was flushed abnormally.

Fortunately, the sky was slightly brighter, and some diligent people were washing clothes by the river bank. Zou Yun explained the reason to them, borrowed the kitchen, boiled a pot of hot water and hurried back.

At this moment, Qi Lin was a little confused, the corners of his eyes were wet, and he was muttering and he didn't know what he was talking about.

After working for a while, with the help of the boatman, he finally lowered Qi Lin's temperature. Zou Yun let out a long sigh of relief, it was not easy.

At noon, Qi Lin woke up slowly. The sunlight outside the window filled the river, and the river bank of Baihua Village could be seen vaguely in front of him.

"Are you awake? I'm coming to call you. In about half an hour, we will arrive at the village. It's time to pack up."

Getting closer and closer to the shore, Qi Lin looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

"Son, last night your husband was so anxious that he took care of you all night long. He got off the boat early this morning and borrowed the kitchen to boil hot water and wipe your body." The boatman has sharp eyes and recognized Zou at a glance. Brother Yun's identity and the relationship between the two.

Qi Lin withdrew his gaze, and his eyebrows stretched: "Thank you for reminding me, sir." He fell asleep last night, and after waking up, he felt that his body was not as sticky as before, but rather refreshed and agile.

The boatman waved his hand, indicating that this trivial matter is insignificant.The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear. He can see the ambiguity and restraint between the two people at a glance.

……

After returning home, the first thing Zou Yun did was to pick up a small shovel and dig a hole in the vegetable field, so that his beloved pepper seedlings could settle down in this land and thrive.

I am ashamed to say that this is the first time he has cleaned up the vegetable field since he came here. The originally vibrant and well-growing vegetable field was consumed by him to overgrown weeds. The poor vegetables are not as good as weeds because of insufficient nutrition.

Zou Yun couldn't help but shovel it all together, dig the ground to fertilize, and place the seedlings. After working for a long time, it can be regarded as completed.

Looking at the fruits of his hard work, Zou Yun felt a sense of pride. With his hands on his hips, he said, "001, the previous farming games were not in vain. It seems that the precious farming genes of my ancestors still flow in my bones."

Zi...Zi...Zi's electric sound kept ringing, 001 did not expect that it would also have a day when it was at a loss for words, seeing the seven or eight chili seedlings that were planted in an entire vegetable field with its own body, it could already imagine When Zou Yun wakes up tomorrow, he finds that the vegetable field is empty.

At this level, he has the nerve to brag about the excellent genes he inherited from his ancestors. Isn't he afraid that his ancestors will beat him in the middle of the night?

It spoke with difficulty: "Host, don't you think these pepper seedlings are a little lonely and weak?"

"Will it be?" Zou Yun asked suspiciously. In order to prevent the pepper seedlings from competing for nutrients, he purposely kept them far away, fair and just.

001 wanted to jump out, pry open his head, and see what was inside?

"Brother Yun, are you back?" Song Dazhuang shouted in surprise from outside the fence.

Since Zou Yun taught him the recipe, he prepared the materials the next day and took the stall to the neighboring town. Because the things were novel, there were crowds of people watching as soon as he put them up.

As we all know, people like to chat and chatter. Seeing that there are people chattering in twos and threes at your booth, he will also squeeze in to have a look. So it didn't take long before his booth was crowded with people. The elderly, children, and women shopping for vegetables and so on.

"Brother, what is your crystal clear thing?"

"Don't underestimate ice powder, it's a tribute from the royal family. The emperor can't sleep if he doesn't eat three bowls a day." Song Dazhuang has been in business for many years, and he has long understood people's psychology. He can brag as much as he can.

Sure enough, the crowd of onlookers immediately became agitated when they heard it, and stared straight at it.

"Is the brown sugar water on the side?" an old man asked. The price of brown sugar has dropped a lot in recent years, but it is not affordable every day.

"Grandpa has good eyesight. Add a few spoonfuls of brown sugar water to this ice powder. It's sweet and delicious, and it's memorable. In this severe summer, if you don't drink a few bowls, you will be sorry for this summer."

The old man thought of his wife who recently had a poor appetite, and said, "Give me a bowl."

"Okay, three pennies."

"Boss, this is too expensive for you, you can buy a meat bun for three pennies."

"Yes, yes." Everyone responded one after another.

"This is the real thing. Everyone knows how much a catty of brown sugar costs. Besides, there are small ingredients such as crushed peanuts and sesame seeds. For small businesses, just make money."

After doing some calculations, everyone found that the price is reasonable. If you eat a rare thing once, if it is unpalatable, you will not buy it in the future, so as not to miss it.

"Boss, give me a bowl, the money is on the table."

"Boss, I'll buy one too..."

"Boss, pour more brown sugar water..."

……

The business was surprisingly good. After a while, all the prepared ice powder was sold out, and those who had finished eating were still reluctant to part with it, asking him if he would be able to get out of the stall tomorrow.

Ice powder has finally become famous in this small town.

"On the day it was sold out, my mother and I came to look for you. I didn't expect that there was no one in your house."

"Originally, everyone drank sour plum soup and ate home-grown watermelons. After the ice powder appeared, it was as cool and thirst-quenching as the former. The business was better than expected."

After telling Zou Yun, Song Dazhuang scratched his head, smiled foolishly, and handed Zou Yun a bag of copper coins: "This is yours, Brother Yun. I have earned a total of more than three taels these days. Do you think it is right?"

"Don't count, I trust you, how many ice powder seeds do you have?"

"Probably make two more quantities. During the days when you were away, I was worried that there would not be enough ice powder seeds, so I set up a limited amount. Every day, people urged me to order more."

It seems that Song Dazhuang really has a business mind, and he has started hunger marketing. Zou Yun thought that he had underestimated him before.

"Wait a minute, I'm getting some ice powder seeds for you."

"Row."