The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

Ye Xiaozhou swayed up and down on the river with a pile of goods in the cabin. He vomited and vomited all the way, his round face had become thinner, and the slightly protruding cheekbones under the corners of his eyes could be vaguely seen. bone.

Because he was hiding in the cabin all day long, his already pale skin looked even more bloodless, and his whole body was as fragile as a foam falling into the water.

Jing Min raised a cloth curtain outside the cabin, finally a glimmer of light leaked in from the harsh sun outside, Ye Xiaozhou's eyes moved while sitting on the cargo box, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around Jing Min's waist.

Jing Min leaned over and rested his chin on his head: "Be patient, it will be here in a while."

"It's not your fault," Ye Xiaozhou grumbled and complained, "It's agreed that each of us will hide half of the valuables I brought from home, and if I lose it, it's fine, but you lost it too... ..."

Jing Min has always been very gentle to him, and he can even completely tolerate any unreasonable troubles from him. He rubbed the top of Ye Xiaozhou's hair, and said softly: "It's my fault, I did something wrong, how do you want to punish?"

He always answers like this, and Ye Xiaozhou always likes his way.

Sure enough, Ye Xiaozhou hugged him with a smile, and walked unsteadily in the cabin with his arms in his arms: "You liar."

Jing Min's footsteps suddenly paused slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at him, with a smile on his face that did not diminish.

But Ye Xiaozhou said again: "You know I don't want to punish you, but you always coax me like this, you are so cunning."

After half an hour, the sun was flickering outside the cabin.

Ye Xiaozhou finally heard the long-awaited shout from outside.

"The ship is docked, ready to unload!"

The two were quickly pushed and squeezed off the boat. Ye Xiaozhou was still in a daze when he stepped on the shore. It was a strange feeling to be back on the flat ground again. Ye Xiaozhou always felt that his feet were still fluttering.

"Let's find an inn first. I haven't bathed for several days. I'm about to die." Ye Xiaozhou's eyes were bright, and he was alive and well as soon as he got off the boat, as if he wasn't the dying person hiding in the cabin just now.

Jing Min looked at him quietly: "But we don't have an inn here."

Ye Xiaozhou was greatly disappointed, but he didn't feel disappointed for too long. He quickly grabbed Jing Min's arm, and his tone was still cheerful: "Then let's go back to your home first."

In Ye Xiaozhou's understanding, as long as it can be called a home, there should always be a place to bathe.

Apparently it has just rained here, and the ground is full of mud, and there is a fresh scent of grass and trees and the smell of damp soil in the air.

This kind of breath made Ye Xiaozhou feel very familiar, and it also made him more relaxed unconsciously. He hummed a few out-of-key tunes on the muddy and difficult mountain road. Growing up in the south of the Yangtze River, this song still has the delicate and delicate accent unique to Wu Nong's soft language.

Jing Min turned his head and stared at him for a long time. Because he was distracted, he stumbled over a small pit that suddenly sank by the side of the road. Ye Xiaozhou couldn't help laughing at him: "What are you thinking? Why did you step into the pit? where?"

"Your voice is nice." Jing Min pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, which seemed shy.

Ye Xiaozhou felt very satisfied in his heart, except for this person in front of him and his mother who died young, it seemed that no one could care about him like this.This feeling that no matter what, he is the number one in his heart, filled Ye Xiaozhou with a sense of security.

The two of them walked the mountain road for nearly two hours before they finally arrived at the entrance of Yunxi Village. After about a stick of incense, when Ye Xiaozhou proposed to rest in place for the third time, Jing Min finally found himself in a small courtyard. stopped before.

It sounds like a small courtyard, but it actually looks quite dilapidated, with nothing more than a thatched roof on the top, and a yellow mud-wrapped stone wall underneath, and there are two pitifully small and shabby houses inside.

Ye Xiaozhou's face was full of disbelief: "This is it?"

This place looks worse than the place where the servants live. According to Ye Xiaozhou's understanding, he may believe that this place is a toilet, but it is absolutely impossible to call it home.

However, Jing Min nodded naturally and said, "Let's go in."

"Okay." Ye Xiaozhou was greatly shocked, but considering Jing Min's self-esteem, he didn't say anything to complain.

"Is there a place to take a shower here?" Ye Xiaozhou asked cautiously.

Jing Min blurted out, "We usually go to the river."

Ye Xiaozhou:? ? ?

Seeing him like this, Jing Min only thought it was funny, but his tone was still very gentle: "I'll boil water for you later, and go to see my mother first."

"You still have a mother?" Jing Min never mentioned his mother or his father. Ye Xiaozhou thought he was an orphan without father or mother. He didn't want to say it, so Ye Xiaozhou kept talking Did not dare to ask.

Jing Min gave a calm "hmm".

After speaking, Jing Min took Ye Xiaozhou to the room that looked a little bigger. Jing Min pushed open the door, and Ye Xiaozhou subconsciously took a small step back. The room was filled with stale atmosphere, small and dark The room seemed to be full of quilts that hadn't been cleaned all year round, which made Ye Xiaozhou feel a little dizzy.

But Jing Min had already gone in, Ye Xiaozhou had no choice but to bite the bullet and stepped into that room, he heard Jing Min call out very kindly: "Mom, I'm back."

The figure on the bed didn't move, Jing Min took the trouble to move forward, and shouted in her ear again: "It's me, Tianzhu."

Hearing this sound, the figure moved, then turned around, held Jing Min's face in his hands and said, "It's my son, you're back?"

"Well," Jing Min glanced back at Ye Xiaozhou, "Xiaozhou, come here and let my mother see you."

Ye Xiaozhou twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a beautiful but slightly stiff smile, then stepped forward a few steps, and walked to the bedside: "Ma'am."

The gray figure finally sat up straight, squinted his eyes to look at Ye Xiaozhou up and down, and then asked Jing Min: "Tianzhu, who is this?"

Jing Min looked at Ye Xiaozhou with a gentle face like water: "This is my wife."

Ye Xiaozhou looked at him, and smiled so that his brows and eyes turned into crescent moons, bright and dazzling.

There was something strange on the old lady's face, she tilted her head and asked Jing Min, "Why do you look like a young gentleman?"

"Mother," Jing Min said to her patiently, "Nowadays, there is no distinction between men and women when it comes to marrying a wife."

The old lady said: "That's what I said, but men are not easy to give birth to after all, you... look like you can't lift your hands or carry it on your shoulders."

"Mother, didn't you say that in matters of marriage, as long as it suits your son's wishes?"

The old lady stretched out a dead wood-like hand, patted the ashes on Jing Min's cuffs, and sighed bitterly: "Oh, you are still young and don't understand, children always don't dislike too much."

For the first time in Ye Xiaozhou's life, he was looked at like a piece of pork sold by the catty, and even said so to his face, the smile on his face gradually froze.

From the bottom of his heart, he didn't like this old lady who seemed a bit mean, but thinking that she was Jing Min's mother, he just endured it and didn't attack immediately.

When the two of them left the house, Ye Xiaozhou asked Jing Min angrily, "Don't mother take a bath?"

Jing Min responded silently, but turned his head to look at him.

Ye Xiaozhou continued to say: "Mother's body and the room smell bad."

Jing Min's face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "Xiaozhou, that's my mother."

"But I left my father and you here too," Ye Xiaozhou pouted, "Your mother doesn't like me, I can tell, so I don't like her either."

The two walked silently to another house that looked more dilapidated. The house was not too big, and there were several leaks visible to the naked eye.

Jing Min finally opened his mouth to break the deadlock. He seemed to comfort him and kissed his forehead: "But I like you."

"Don't be angry, okay? Let's boil water and take a bath."

Ye Xiaozhou's complexion improved a lot, but he still said what he said: "I want to convince me with a bucket of bath water, what do you think I am?"

That's what he said, but Ye Xiaozhou sat in the room obediently and waited.

However, when Jing Min prepared the bath water and clothes for him and came back, Ye Xiaozhou had already counted the leaking holes on the roof of the house several times, there were six in total, two big ones and four small ones.

It was indeed a sad day, and there was nothing in the room except a bed made of a few planks—if that could be called a bed.

But Ye Xiaozhou has always been optimistic by nature, when Jing Min pushed the door and entered, he had restrained his worried expression.

Ye Xiaozhou put his arms around Jing Min's waist with a smile, and asked, "Are we really going to live here?"

Jing Min frowned, bent down slightly, put his chin on his earlobe, and asked: "This is my home, don't you want to accompany me?"

"Of course I would," Ye Xiaozhou said, "It's a pity that we lost the belongings I brought, otherwise we could buy a new house to live in, and we don't have to live here."

He said he was willing, but his dissatisfaction with the environment here was inevitably revealed in his words.

As usual, Jing Min gently untied his clothes, helped him step into a wooden barrel that only allowed one person to enter, and the slightly scalding water covered Ye Xiaozhou's body.

And the thin calluses on Jing Min's hands brushed against Ye Xiaozhou's skin like a tease, in front of him, Ye Xiaozhou was always sensitive everywhere.

He grabbed Jing Min's hand and complained: "You only have such a small broken wooden barrel?"

Jing Min said frankly "Yes", then withdrew his restless hands, picked up a wooden comb, and slowly combed Ye Xiaozhou's long and thick black hair.

"But it's nice here, isn't it?"

In the poor and dark room, Jing Min looked at Ye Xiaozhou, as if looking at a prey that had completely fallen into a trap, with bloody tenderness and lustful cruelty.

Ye Xiaozhou sank unhappily: "Only you think it's good."