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

Ye Xiaozhou didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and he was awakened by Jing Min during the period, and he was forced to drink the extremely bitter decoction again, and was fed a few times of gruel mixed with sugar.

But when he woke up, the room was pitch black, and there was no sign of Jing Min.

The sky outside seemed to be still dark, and even the candles in the house were not half lit.

Ye Xiaozhou got out of bed in a panic, pulled a piece of clothes at random and put it on his body. He pushed open the door and ran to the yard in the dark, only to find that it was still before dawn and the yard was empty.

Ye Xiaozhou felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar.He approached the old lady's room lightly, and opened the door only to find that a low candle was burning inside, lingering, as if it was about to go out.

He swallowed, then bravely walked in.

Then he soon discovered that the old thin quilt on the bed in the room was neatly folded, but the old lady herself was nowhere to be seen.

The sense of fear stemming from that day's nightmare quickly arose spontaneously, and Ye Xiaozhou was sobered up by Doutou.

Ye Xiaozhou quickly retreated to the door and then to the yard, but unlike in the dream, he didn't dare to run outside.

An unformed thought repeatedly washed through the pictures in his mind, and he thought anxiously: Was it because his desire to go back at that time was too strong, and what he said was too serious, so that he hurt Jingmin's heart?

He only remembered that his consciousness was not so clear at that time. As for what he said, he actually didn't remember clearly.

But I clearly promised him that no matter how hard the life here is, he will advance and retreat with him, and will stay by his side without hesitation. It's only been a few days, why do I want to get away?How much should it hurt his heart?

When Ye Xiaozhou was sitting in the courtyard and thinking wildly, there was suddenly the sound of footsteps outside, and then the sound of pushing the door.

Ye Xiaozhou stood up immediately, and saw a familiar brown figure in the dim light of dawn.

He immediately ran up and hugged him whole, Jing Min raised his hand to touch his forehead, and found that it was no longer hot.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

"I don't know," Ye Xiaozhou rubbed his head in his arms with an aggrieved face, "When I woke up, I found that you were gone, and my mother was gone, I thought..."

Jing Min looked down at him: "Why?"

Ye Xiaozhou's voice was still hoarse, and his nostrils fluttered slightly: "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Jing Min patted him on the back lightly, comforted him and said, "How could I not want you? I got up early today, thinking of going to Uncle Wang's house in the village to buy a fish, and cook you a bowl of fish porridge, so that I can make up for it." Make up your body."

Ye Xiaozhou went to look at the carp he was holding in his other hand, it was still bouncing around and flicking its tail, and suddenly remembered that the next room was lit but there was no one there.

He asked, "By the way, why didn't your mother disappear?"

"She's getting old and often can't sleep," Jing Min said indifferently, "Maybe she went to dig some wild vegetables or pick some herbs near here."

Ye Xiaozhou was a little skeptical: "It's not yet dawn, can she see clearly when she goes out alone?"

Jing Min's face was calm, as if he was used to it: "She has lived here for decades, and she is very familiar with this place, and her eyes are very clear."

Ye Xiaozhou nodded, and then followed Jing Min to the kitchen, took a small bench and sat beside him to watch him kill the fish, and watch him slice the fish and add it to the rice porridge.

He sat on the side for a while, and suddenly said with some guilt: "Don't take what I said yesterday, I... really want to go home, but I don't hate this place. to be with you."

Jing Min gave a soft "hmm", and then said, "I know."

"It's human nature to be homesick, not to mention how broken I am here," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "I owe you too much."

Hearing what he said, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly felt even more guilty. He smelled the aroma of fish porridge, sniffed and said, "Don't say that, you are already very good to me."

Ye Xiaozhou has always had a temperament of forgetting to eat but not to fight, and now he doesn't remember at all the self who was disappointed with Jing Min yesterday and desperately wanted to go back to Jiangnan.

Jing Min's craftsmanship is not very good, but Ye Xiaozhou is very happy to eat the bowl of porridge. In the past, he always disliked fish with fish bones. If no one picks them clean for him, he would never touch them.

But today he drank two big bowls, and almost got his throat stuck by a fishbone, so he didn't dislike the fish with too many fishbone.

After Ye Xiaozhou finished his porridge, Jing Min simply cleaned up the kitchen, and then said to Ye Xiaozhou: "You can stay at home in the morning and have a good rest, you don't have to go to the fields with me."

Ye Xiaozhou volunteered: "I'm full, I can work!"

"It's just weeding." Jing Min gently touched his cheek, "I don't need you for the time being, so you can rest at home for a day. Tomorrow, the wood I sent someone to buy will arrive, and we will repair the house together one time."

Hearing what he said, Ye Xiaozhou suddenly felt that the days to come seemed brighter. He smiled so much that his eyes were crescent-shaped, and he nodded heavily: "Yeah!"

Jing Min is not here, and his mean old lady is not there, Ye Xiaozhou has nothing to do at home, and he has had enough sleep, so he can only wander around the house bored.

Then for some reason, he suddenly remembered the chicken in the backyard, and Ye Xiaozhou planned to go around to the backyard to tease the chicken.

When I arrived in the backyard, I suddenly found that there was a snow-white puppy in the chicken coop. It should have gotten in through a small hole in the courtyard wall. Grab the rice bran and eat it, it looks like I'm starving.

Ye Xiaozhou was still very affectionate to these fluffy animals. He rolled up his sleeves, carried the little milk dog out of the chicken coop, took it to the kitchen, scooped some rice bran, and Mix the leftover porridge and rice bran with the two of them just now, and then use it to feed this little milk dog.

The little white dog was eating happily, and Ye Xiaozhou couldn't help but smile and stroke his fluffy back.

The dog meal was only half eaten, but Ye Xiaozhou suddenly heard some noises from outside, and then he heard a man outside the door asking: "Is this it?"

Another voice sounded like a local villager here: "Yes, this is this, I've checked everything for you, if you can't find anyone, I'll give you back all the money you gave. "

Ye Xiaozhou heard that the voice of the previous person sounded like Yan Xingyao, his heart tightened, he didn't expect him to find this place so quickly.

He immediately picked up the little white dog, took it into the house, and then closed the door lightly.

Yan Xingyao outside knocked on the door first, but when he found no one answered, he couldn't hide his instincts, and started shouting outside the door: "Ye Xiaozhou, come out and open the door for me!"

His volume is really not low, Ye Xiaozhou could hear it clearly even if he was hiding in the room, but he still hid behind the door and didn't intend to say a word.

Then the movement outside gradually weakened, but before Ye Xiaozhou had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of someone entering the courtyard again.

That person first pushed open the door of the old lady's room, but he probably couldn't find anyone, and then walked to the room where Ye Xiaozhou was.

Ye Xiaozhou's heart lifted.

Yan Xingyao in front of the door first pushed the door, and after finding that the door was locked, he tentatively asked: "Ye Xiaozhou, I know you are inside, the villager just told me that your man has gone out, You are the only one at home now."

After talking about it, Yan Xingyao felt that he looked like the kind of flower picker who broke into other people's houses in broad daylight and harassed women from good families. He was really wretched enough.

So he changed his tone and said: "Ye Xiaozhou, if you don't open the door, I'll kick the door in. You didn't kick the door at all, did you?"

Ye Xiaozhou imagined it for a while, and felt that if there was no door at night, there would be more mosquitoes, and he would not be able to sleep well, so after weighing the pros and cons for a moment, he still opened the door latch.

"I knew you were hiding inside," Yan Xingyao's mouth was still blue, but he still had that haughty, mean look on his face, "Now I know you're afraid? Why didn't you give me any cowardice when you kicked me while robbing me? "

Ye Xiaozhou hugged the dog, his tone and face were not very good: "You deserve it."

"Hey, do you have a stool here?" Yan Xingyao looked around in disgust, "Why don't you even have a place to rest your feet? Are you living in such a shabby life? It's not right for the young master of the Ye family to be a beggar here. I don't know what's in your little brain."

Ye Xiaozhou pushed a stool over with his feet, and he always had a bad attitude towards people he hated: "Is it in the way of you? Take care of yourself."

"Tsk," Yan Xingyao looked at the dilapidated small courtyard, and suddenly said mysteriously, "You know, Ye Xiaozhou. I originally planned to tell your father about your presence here, and then send your man to the prison In the end, guess what happened?"

Ye Xiaozhou was not attracted by his play hard to get, but threatened in a cold voice: "If you dare to tell my father, I will be arrested, and you will not feel better about it."

Yan Xingyao suddenly smiled: "How do you want to make it difficult for me? Let me tell you, I have already gone to the government, but my father hastily asked someone to send a message, telling me not to mess with your little concubine , What do you think he is from?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Xiaozhou obviously didn't believe what he said at all.

Yan Xingyao was about to open his mouth, but Jing Min suddenly entered the yard with a hoe.

Although he was dressed in coarse brown clothes, he really didn't look like a farmer in terms of appearance or temperament. Even if he was standing next to Yan Xingyao who was dressed in gold, he didn't look inferior.

"Mr. Yan, why didn't you ask me?" Jing Min approached with a half-smile, "Speaking of which, I still have some friendship with your father. It was really rude to hit you by mistake that day."