I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

Huo Ran is not an ignorant kid, he knows what it means to have this dream, he has a different kind of affection for Rong Huai, but he dare not let Rong Huai find out that splitting peaches and breaking sleeves is not orthodox at all, let alone him It's just a slave playing with pets. If someone knew that he wanted to covet his master, he would probably be beaten to death.

It's not because he is afraid of death, but because if he dies, he will never see the person in front of him again, and even...will not leave any traces in Rong Huai's heart, Rong Huai may go to find other birds... …

As long as this thought came to his mind, it would make his heart feel like it was on fire.

In this way, at the end of April, the grass grows and the warblers fly, everything recovers, the weather begins to warm up, and it is time to go to the fields to work.

It's not like that icy, snowy and windy outside, Rong Huai often walks around wrapped in fox fur, this day he allowed Huo Ran to plant rice seedlings in the ground.

Villagers stood on the stalks, drinking five and six, usually husband and wife working on the field ridge and planting rice seedlings, and the children were next to them helping or delivering lunch. The paddy fields were bustling with people.

Huo Ran doesn't like to talk to people, he planted rice seedlings with his head down, his strong muscles outlined the tight lines, sweat ran down his abdominal muscles, but he was thinking about Rong Huai in his heart, he said he would come to see him later, and he didn't I don't know whether to go out, the field stalks are muddy and slippery, and it is not easy to walk.

At this time, the woman wearing a headscarf led a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy to look around for a long time, and finally came over, holding a basket covered with a cloth in her hand.

"The boy is not sensible and hurt the young master's bird with a slingshot," the woman wrung her fingers and said, "Thanks to Brother Huo...don't you thank Brother Huo?"

The boy who was pushed shrank and whispered, "Thank you Brother Huo."

It was noon, and the villagers all rested from their work, squatting on the ridge of the field, eating steamed buns or white porridge, eating with relish, chatting together, and looking at Huo Ran from time to time.

"If there is no brother Huo, we orphans and widows don't know what will happen..." The woman choked up, and took out a bowl of porridge from the basket, and put half an egg yolk on the porridge: "Huo brother, hurry up while it's hot!" Drink it."

Huo Ran didn't want to talk to her at all, he didn't even raise his head, the woman wanted to persuade her again, but at this moment, a cold voice interjected: "You are orphans and widows, it's very pitiful, so isn't Huo Ran an orphan and widow?"

The voice was so clear that everyone on the ridge could hear it clearly, as Rong Huai walked past the field stalks, there was a uniform greeting: "Young master."

Huo Ran suddenly raised his head, dropped the things in his hands and rushed to meet him.The woman's crying stopped, her face flushed, and she defended in a low voice: "There are two men in Huo's family..."

Rong Huai chuckled: "Yes, one of them is still lame, suffering from tuberculosis, lying in bed every day, even though you are orphans and widows, your limbs are still healthy."

The woman's cheeks were on fire, and she pulled the boy to leave, but Rong Huai stood in front of her: "Have you ever thought about how Huo Ran will be treated if he takes the blame for both of you? What will happen to his father?" ?"

"After nearly half a year, you have never visited Huo Ran and his father once, and you have never cared about Huo Ran and his father. Why are you pretending to thank me here now?"

The villagers on the field stalks also recalled it, pointing at the woman and whispering, her face was buried in her chest, she didn't even dare to lift her head, Rong Huai glanced at the porridge in her hand: "In your eyes, the lives of the two of them are worth a bowl of porridge? You only put half of the egg yolk, what a way to thank you."

The system also cursed: "This girl is really not authentic, she still has a flock of chickens! Bah! Putting on airs!"

Huo Ran stood beside Rong Huai, looking at him without blinking, Rong Huai was speaking for him, this realization made his blood tremble with excitement.

"Go away," Rong Huai stepped aside, his gaze swept across the shivering boy's face indifferently, "Since Huo Ran did it for you this time, I won't pursue it anymore, so I can take care of myself in the future."

The woman thought that the mother and son were in danger, but she didn't expect Rong Huai to let them go, and hurriedly led the boy away in a hurry.

But after being rejected by the villagers, the life of the mother and daughter will not be easy.

Huo Ran didn't even look there, only Rong Huai in his eyes: "Young master..."

Rong Huai glanced at the sticky mud on the soles of his boots, and frowned slightly: "It's really dirty."

Huo Ran immediately said: "Young master, go back."

He didn't take care of the paddy fields that were halfway through his work, wrapped the clean outer shirt he took off early on in his hands, and supported Rong Huai to walk back with deep feet and shallow feet.

After returning to Rong's house, the first thing Rong Huai did was to take a bath. The medicated bath was just behind the inner room. It was a natural hot spring dug, and a lot of medicinal juice had been poured into it in advance. If it was the first time he heard it, he would definitely frown, but Rong Huai had already gotten used to the smell.

Walking all the way, clothes were scattered all over the inner room.

The graceful and jade-white back came into Huo Ran's sight, and he was caught off guard for a moment, then stared greedily at the figure until Ronghuai noticed the sound of the iron chain on his ankle dragging on the ground, turned around and said: "You Wait outside."

Huo Ran lowered his eyebrows in response, and when he raised his head again, Rong Huai's figure had disappeared.

Rong Huai soaked in the medicine pool, rested his back on the wall of the pool, and the system cautiously poked his head out: "Host, are you going to enlist Huo Ran in the army?"

"How many years will it be before the barbarians start a war?" Rong Huai asked.

The system counted the days and said, "Less than two years."

Rong Huai casually poured a medicinal bath on his arm, "Then send him into the army according to the original plot."

The system was worried: "Isn't the host worried? After Huo Ran became a marquis in the First World War, his power was overwhelmed. I'm afraid he will be the first to attack the Rong family."

Rong Huai laughed: "Will he?"

Looking outside the system, Huo Ran was touching Rong Huai's clothes and staring at the door of the bathroom. He didn't know what he was thinking of, his eyes seemed to be breathing fire, and the system was aggrieved: "...he won't .”

Two hours passed in a flash, Rong Huai walked out slowly in his obscene clothes, the slightly damp water vapor stained the snow-white clothes, and he could vaguely see the flexible outline underneath.

Huo Ran's position among the servants is not what it used to be. He stretched out his hand, and the maid handed him the handkerchief. He took it, and gently picked up Rong Rong's hair to wipe off the moisture on it, and the maid bowed. He said, "Mr. Qiang is already waiting outside."

"Mr. Qiang?" This is not the first time Huo Ran heard this name, he also heard it occasionally when chatting with other servants.

Rong Huai said lightly: "Let him in."

Mr. Qiang is very young, with a plain appearance, wearing a plain white gown, without any accessories on his body, but he has a clear feeling of the moon shining on the hills.

The voice is also clear and pleasant: "How is the young master feeling today?"

Rong Huai said: "It's not bad."

Mr. Qiang nodded: "Please come to the couch, young master."

Rong Huai lay down on the soft couch wearing only obscene clothes, with a soft pillow under it, and propped up half of his body. Mr. Qiang sat down next to him, gently kneading his palms on Rong Huai's shoulders.

It was only then that Huo Ran realized that Mr. Qiang was a master of acupoint pressing, which was a branch of medicine and medicine. Kings, grandchildren and aristocrats enjoy pressing acupoints and pushing their backs. Almost every household has several masters who are proficient in this craft.

Rong Huai is frail and often sick, especially in winter due to deficiency and coldness. In the season of alternation of cold and warm, it is inseparable from pressing the acupoints and pushing the back.

Once every half month is already a customary rule.

Huo Ran couldn't accept it. When he saw Mr. Qiang put his hand on Rong Huai's back, his heart seemed to be burned by jealousy and corroded by sourness. His eyes were red and he suddenly pulled him away. Before Rong Huai could question, He took the lead to kneel down: "Young master... I beg my slave to push your back for you, I beg you not to..."

Don't let Mr. Qiang touch you with his hands.

Mr. Qiang was taken aback by being torn apart suddenly, but he devoted himself to practicing Buddhism and was indifferent by nature, so he didn't get angry, and only looked at Rong Huai.

Rong Huai sat up in his clothes and looked down at Huo Ran who was kneeling on the ground. Even if he was kneeling on the ground, his back was straight and resolute.

There was silence in the inner room, Rong Huai stared at him for a moment, and then said: "You have a big heart..."

Huo Ran trembled, Rong Huai raised his head again and said to Mr. Qiang: "Then trouble Mr. Qiang to pass on experience to Que'er."

Mr. Qiang responded and looked at Huo Ran calmly, even he could see Huo Ran's selfishness towards the young master.

Possessiveness is often the beginning of passion.

How could Huo Ran not know that his reckless actions today would reveal his thoughts?

Although he got what he wanted, he was not half happy. Did Rong Huai know his wish?How will you treat him?These questions hung over his head and neck like a sharp sword, making him restless.

Half a month later, Xiao Wu returned to Rong's house, not only brought a letter from home, but also a basket of red pomegranates that Rong Huai had always loved, with golden skin and bright pomegranate seeds inside, like agate.

Although Rong Huai loves to eat red pomegranates, he also hates peeling pomegranates, so this task fell to Huo Ran.

He took a small porcelain white bowl and put it beside him, peeled the pomegranate seeds and put them into the bowl before handing it to Rong Huai.

It's just that he not only has to peel the pomegranate, but also plays chess with Rong Huai.

There are no TV dramas to watch in this world, the system is bored every day, just watching two people play chess, it is amazed: "Huo Ran hasn't made any progress in this chess skill for many days, you really taught it for nothing in the past few months, right?"

Rong Huai said with a smile: "Ah Yan is really not good at chess."

The system was curious: "Ah Yan won't download either?"

"To be precise, I'm not good at it, and I'm not good at fighting, which he is good at." Rong Huai said.

The system said: "However, you can be regarded as complementary personalities."

Rong Huai sipped the pomegranate juice, and there were still pomegranate seeds in his mouth. He looked around, but he didn't see an empty plate. Huo Ran spread his hands: "Young master, spit it here."

Frowning, Rong Huai didn't spit in his palm, but wrapped it with a silk handkerchief.

Huo Ran slowly withdrew his hand, feeling a little regretful.

Rong Huai handed Sipa to him: "Take it and throw it away."

Huo Ran responded, but held Sipa in his palm.

After eating the pomegranate, Rong Huai wanted to rinse his mouth, Huo Ran observed his words, and immediately handed over a cup of tea, Rong Huai took a sip, sweet and mellow, he raised his eyes: "It seems to be different from Xiaokui's craftsmanship in the past. ?”

Huo Ran lowered his head: "I have practiced when I have time."

The system sighed: "Huo Ran really wants to take care of the host's basic necessities!"

At this moment, there seemed to be a woman's indistinct cries coming from outside, the direction was like the movement from the other side of the village, the woman shouted for heaven and earth, her voice was shrill, Rong Huai's head hurt from hearing it, and said: "Go and see what's going on ?”,