The pretty boy of the landlord's house

Yu Nineteen stood far away and only heard what was in front of him. He couldn't hear what Du Zhou was catching up with behind him. However, Zhao Fengye seemed dissatisfied with the marriage, and Du Zhou held his hand in a pretentious manner, which made him He frowned when he saw it.

Du Zhou talked for a long time, to the effect that he had just recovered, so don't always run out to blow the air, this winter is so cold and so on.

Zhao Fengye saw his plush fur scarf wrapped around his neck, his small face was fair and clean, and his eyes were looking at him seriously. Anyway, every time he looked at him so seriously, his heart would always sink into a piece, just like Waking up from a coma for the first time, met his eyes, and felt at ease.

"Hands are cold." Zhao Fengye stretched out his hand and looked at Du Zhou.

Du Zhou was puzzled for a moment, but facing Zhao Fengye's cold face, he still held his hand, but his hand was even colder. He couldn't help but frowned, and asked, "What are you doing? Your hands are so cold? "

Du Zhou thought for a while, and said proudly: "I cut out those happy characters."

Look at this appearance, a look that wants to be praised.

Zhao Fengye was about to praise him, when Xiaohu's voice suddenly came, shouting: "Hey, don't go over there."

Du Zhou hurriedly let go of Zhao Fengye's hand, he turned around and saw Yu Jiujiu, he was wearing a patched but clean cotton coat, his long black hair was tied behind his head, and the bright red mole between his eyebrows added to his face. With a somewhat feminine temperament, he was also holding a wooden barrel filled with goat milk.

His footsteps were unsteady, and the goat milk in his hand seemed too heavy, and he almost bumped into Du Zhou's body. Fortunately, Zhao Fengye took over the wooden bucket and put it on the ground.

Yu Shijiu hastily apologized, "Sorry, I didn't see anyone."

"Hey, aren't you Yu Nineteen? I heard that you can settle accounts before, but I have never had a chance to ask you. You didn't tell me who you are when I saw you before. Are you here to help me this time?" When Du Zhou saw Yu Nineteen, his eyes lit up immediately, and he smiled very brightly, "I think you are too powerful, you have a lot of knowledge, and you have those ingenious ideas, and you have made many rare things..."

Yu Shijiu didn't hear him finish, so he interrupted him and said, "I came to Du's house this time to do a part-time job to subsidize some households. The milk is going to be sterilized, and I can prepare some desserts tomorrow."

"Is it pudding?" Du Zhou asked curiously.

Yu Shijiu felt a little disdainful, for an ancient person who had never seen the world, he pondered for a moment and said, "It's for making double-skin milk."

"Then you still want to come to my house to be the accountant?" Du Zhou asked again.

Yu Jiujiu was silent, looking carefully at Zhao Fengye, and found that he was not looking at him, so he said slowly: "If the young master sincerely asked Mr. Accountant, he wouldn't wait until today to ask me."

"Ah?" Du Zhou was stunned for a moment, and it was because of this anger that he ignored him!

Yu Jiujiu said again: "I heard that other people's uncles have to pay three visits to the thatched cottage in order to invite military advisers down the mountain. The young master's status should not be more noble than the emperor's uncle, right?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fengye looked at Yu Nineteen with eyes like a sharp sword. Yu Nineteen suddenly felt chills down his spine, and subconsciously looked at Zhao Fengye. He had already withdrawn his gaze, with his eyes half downcast, not knowing what he was thinking.

Du Zhou was stunned for a moment, and carefully savored what he said. The words seemed a bit impolite, probably because he was angry, and he said patiently: "It's actually like this. I went to find you that day, and the mountain was blocked by heavy snow. On the official road, I happened to meet my cousin on the way..."

"It's fine if he doesn't want to, what more can you tell him?" Zhao Fengye interrupted Du Zhou coldly.

Yu Nineteen was terrified when he heard that, looking at his appearance, it was cold and cold, which made this harsh winter even more chilly. He was shocked, but he was even more sure that it really didn't look like he was willing to marry Du Zhou. Du Zhou It will definitely be bad luck in the future!

Du Zhou wanted to say something, but Zhou Steward came over in a hurry, and Du Zhou hurriedly asked, "Uncle Zhou, what's the matter?"

Steward Zhou greeted the two of them, and said to Du Zhou, "Master Biao is still here, all the bridesmaids are waiting for you, you can pack up and live in the house outside."

Du Zhou wondered, "Why do you want to live outside?"

"Before getting married, the couple can't meet each other. Also, Young Master Biao has a regulation to enter the house. Young Master Biao has to pack up his things and live in the house today, and pick him up in a sedan chair the day after tomorrow." said Butler Zhou.

Du Zhou nodded and said, "That's the truth."

Butler Zhou said with a smile, "Then I'll take Master Biao to pack up."

"Can't we go tomorrow?" Du Zhou asked.

Butler Zhou joked, "Are you so reluctant? We can't meet tomorrow, so we have to leave today."

"Then keep warm and drink the medicine on time." Du Zhou reminded Zhao Fengye.

Zhao Fengye nodded, his cold face softened a bit, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw Yu Jiujiu who was poking his head, and he became cold again.

This person, with evil intentions, was Zhao Xiaochun looking for him to get close to them on purpose?

Let's see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd.

Zhao Fengye received a letter from Fei Ge in the afternoon, and the members of the Yu family were very interesting.

He raised his eyebrows happily and burned the note.

Around lunchtime, it started snowing again.

After a while, a thick layer of snow accumulated, and Zhao Fengye was taken by housekeeper Zhou to pack up his things. Xi Po also came, said a lot of auspicious words, and then went to teach Zhao Fengye about getting married.

Du Zhou wanted to follow along to listen, but was kicked out by Xi Po, saying, "I'll teach you the one on your side later."

"Okay." Du Zhou didn't understand what was different.

The process of folk marriage is cumbersome. It was the first time in Du Zhou's life. After standing in the yard for a while, he found that the wintersweet branch was blooming.

He was about to reach out to pick it, when suddenly a hand stretched out and broke off the flower he was looking for, almost tore half of the tree. It is worth breaking straight and needing to be broken, don’t wait for the flowers to be broken in vain.”

Du Zhou looked at his red plum tree in shock, and then at the person beside him. Isn't it Feng Yuan? What is he doing here?Why no one reported?

Du Zhou turned to leave, so he handed the plum blossom to him, smiled softly, and said, "Does Zhou'er want this flower?"

"I don't want it." Du Zhou kept a straight face and didn't give him any good looks.

Feng Yuan looked at him fixedly, with some melancholy in his eyes, and asked, "Are you blaming me?"

"What is there to blame?" Du Zhou asked back.

Feng Yuan didn't answer, but started talking to himself, saying, "I know you're blaming me for not being firm enough and being seduced by Du Xu. If you didn't blame me, why do you avoid me every time you see me?"

Seeing that he was talking nonsense, Du Zhou turned around and wanted to leave, planning to go to Gao Wu to drive this disciple out, but for no reason, he came to him and talked in his sleep.

Feng Yuan refused to let him go, grabbed his sleeve and looked at him worriedly: "Even if you are angry with me, you can't joke about your lifelong happiness."

Du Zhou asked without pretending: "Feng Yuan, who do you think you are? Who wants to be angry with you, and you let me go, or I will let the servant beat you out?"

Feng Yuan let go of his hand resentfully. Although Du Zhou was usually amiable and good-tempered, he knew that Du Zhou was always right in his words, and he was very clear about what he said. If he did what he said, he would really find someone to beat him.

Du Zhou straightened his sleeves and said, "It's getting late, you can go back, don't worry Du Xu."

As soon as Feng Yuan heard Du Xu, he immediately started talking, and hurriedly said: "Zhou'er, don't marry that person, I can't let go of you, so I came to the door abruptly, I know your heart is always on me , you still mind me marrying Du Xu, I..."

Hearing this, Du Zhou twitched his brows, interrupted him coldly, and said, "My heart is not with you at all, so stop being sentimental."

"But our two childhood sweethearts grew up together, and we married each other. Although I'm married to someone else now, the relationship between us can't disappear all at once. How can we pretend that nothing happened? "Feng Yuan's pretty brows were tightly furrowed, and his amorous eyes were stained with melancholy.

Du Zhou couldn't help but sneered when he heard this, and said, "You also know that you married someone else?"

"Sure enough, you are angry with me." Feng Yuan looked like I could see through you.

"Since you are married to someone else, don't pester me endlessly. I saw you avoiding you because I blamed you, got angry, and got angry. These have nothing to do with me. They are just to avoid suspicion. Do you understand?" Du Zhou asked road.

Feng Yuan looked at Du Zhou's determined face, and said stubbornly: "I don't believe it, what you said was angry."

Yu Shijiu ate leftovers by the stove with his parents. Even the leftovers in the landlord’s house were better than those at home. Yu Shijiu had been in school for several months, and the family only bought pork once. .

Du Zhou got married this time, but the Du family killed a whole pig.

Yu Nineteen watched his mother put the lean meat into his bowl, and said impatiently, "I've finished eating, let's go for a walk."

"Don't wander around, come to work later." Yu Wangshi urged.

Yu Jiujiu waved his hand and left. He had the cannon fodder in his hand to counterattack and become the queen's script, and now he is living under the fence, but it is only for a while. Although he thought so, he was still very upset.

He has always been proud and arrogant, so why should he eat other people's leftovers? ?When he was walking into the yard, he saw the backs of Du Zhou and Feng Yuan. When Feng Yuan handed the plum blossoms to Du Zhou, he saw them squarely. how?

This kind of thought is like a seed, which starts to take root when it is buried in the heart.

He hurried to the courtyard where Zhao Fengye lived, and Xi Po happened to talk to Zhao Fengye about the need to cover his head. Zhao Fengye asked back: "Is it shameful for me or what? Do I need to cover my head?"

"Uncle, you are a married woman, so you should cover your head according to reason." Xi Po persuaded her kindly.