husband, he picked it up [farming]

The place to stay is in a broken temple.

The temple is located to the east of an unknown village, in a mountain forest.

After walking about the same distance in the afternoon, the crowd arrived at this location.

There is still two hundred miles away from Suining, and it takes another day to go to Lingyang after passing Suining.

Bullock carts can't move fast with heavy goods, and they can't travel day and night, so this trip will take at least six days.

This temple was discovered when they took this route for the second time, and they have always chosen to spend the night here.

Song Sheng also had his reasons for not considering going to the village. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, so it was hard to guarantee that others would not have bad intentions because of money.

The crowd rushed to the ruined temple before dark, and when they arrived there, they consciously divided the labor. Two people went outside to collect some firewood for the night, one cleaned the ruined temple, and the remaining four let the cattle out to rest.

Fang Mu and Qiao Song are responsible for placing the goods.

The cattle were untied from the noose, and they were all led to the left side of the gate of the ruined temple to rest and eat. On the right side where half the wall was rotten, there were six carts of goods stored.

There are wing rooms behind the ruined temple, but everyone is resting in the front yard. Normally, people are not allowed to disperse to avoid accidents.

The colleague cleaned up the temple first, then picked up some dead branches outside and lit the fire with a torch.

At this time, the four of them finally put the goods in order.

Old Abacus stretched his waist and said, "I'm exhausted."

After a long day of driving, it is impossible not to be tired.

But it was only the first day, and the few people who were used to this kind of life felt fine.

Song Sheng instructed his colleagues inside to bring in the pot and cook some hot soup for everyone to drink, and then he ordered Fang Mu and Qiao Song: "You two stay on guard in the first half of the night."

The two nodded.

Before everyone closed their eyes, Fang Mu and Qiao Song found a place to sit down and rest.

Night vigil is an indispensable part of the journey. If you are in the wild mountains and mountains, if you fall asleep and encounter wild animals entering the house, you will only be eaten.

There is dry thatch under the buttocks. Although it is still hard, it is better than sitting directly on the ground.

Qiao Song sat next to Fang Mu. Although he had no complaints about the night duty, he still couldn't help complaining: "I want to sleep even when I go back to the night duty."

Fang Mu unplugged the water bag and poured saliva into his mouth. When he set out in the morning, the water bag was filled to the brim, and it could last until tomorrow night. By now, it had deflated a lot, only half of what it was before, and he moistened it. throat, put the stopper back on, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Qiao Song looked at him suspiciously: "You don't want to slap me again, do you?" It's not that Qiao Song wanted to doubt Fang Mu, but that Fang Mu had done it before. I’ve seen it before, and it was Qiaobo who woke up while shaking and shouting. At that time, Fang Mu didn’t know. Seeing that there was no response after shouting for a long time, he could only use his hands. The strength is not very strong, it’s just the meaning of shouting. Otherwise, Qiao Song would have fought him long ago.

Fang Mu glanced at him with a smile on his face: "Then is there another way?"

Qiao Song clicked his tongue: "You are a very bad man."

At this time, the two brothers who had gone out to collect firewood also came back. These two are colleagues who were temporarily transferred.

Both carried a large bundle of branches, large and small, enough to burn them till dawn.

A fire was burned in the temple, and a pot was set up on a shelf, and vegetable soup was being boiled in the pot.

The torch used for lighting has been extinguished, and it will be used for the rest of the journey, so it cannot be burned overnight.

Song Sheng dug out their large meatloaf for dinner tonight and asked everyone to go and get it.

The big patty is not thick, but it has a big face, and eating one is enough to last through the long night.

Qiao Song went and got two back, one for Fang Mu and one for himself.

The food for business trips is provided by the team, which is usually dry food. Of course, if you are not satisfied, you can bring some by yourself, such as pickles, which are durable.

Qiao Song took some with him. His mother loved her son so much that she wanted to make the kitchen smaller so she could hang it on Qiao Song's belt, so she prepared a lot.

It's just that Qiao Song didn't take more.

He just brought a bottle of pickles and some jerky. The jerky is made by himself, and he usually eats it when he is too hungry. Qiao Song cherishes it very much.

But pickles can be divided.

Everyone held meatloaf in their left hand and chopsticks in their right. Picking a little red oily pickle and spreading it on the meatloaf was also very interesting.

When you go out, you still need to prepare. Although bringing bowls and chopsticks sounds a bit excessive and a little cumbersome, it is impossible to stay in inns along the way, and there are many times when you sleep in ruined temples, so pots and bowls are still some.

It's just that they carry their own backs.

This thing is not heavy, a big man can carry it on his back.

Song Sheng said: "Fang Mu and Qiao Song guard in the first half of the night, and the two of you in the second half of the night. These days take turns." He nodded with his chin to the two brothers who went out to collect firewood.

That's the thing about the night watch, and no one can escape, so the two of them have no objection.

The vegetable soup was also cooked, and everyone ate the last bit of pancake with the vegetable soup that was short of oil and salt, and they were ready to rest.

After tidying up the pot and bowls and chopsticks, except for Fang Mu and Qiao Song, the remaining five fell asleep in seconds.

What's more, he snored within a few breaths.

Hearing the sound of snoring, Fang Mu became more awake, but Qiao Song became more sleepy: "Old Abacus' wife must dislike him for snoring, that's why she doesn't let him go home."

In fact, the real reason is not the case. Old Abacus doesn't go home, only because he is an important figure in the caravan, and occasionally goes to the caravan to handle affairs, so he lives there.

But Qiao Song was just joking, even if Lao Abacus heard this, the other party would just smile and spit at him.

The two of them kept watch in the middle of the night and could not rest until midnight. They were exhausted after a long day of driving. If Qiao Song was not allowed to talk and relax, it would be hell.

"How do you know you don't snore when you're asleep?"

Qiao Song looked shocked: "Impossible, no one ever said I would."

Fang Mu couldn't bear to look at him: "Maybe I just didn't say it?"

"..." This man is really bad.

If tying a villain is not a technique of being tired of victory and being banned by the court, Qiao Song really wants to slap one, but... the night is long, and if you don’t talk about this, you can talk about other things. He moved his buttocks and leaned closer to Fang Mu: " Tell me, how do you and your brother-in-law see eye to eye?"

Fang Mu didn't want to say: "You are really gossip."

Qiao Song sighed and said, "Yesterday I couldn't hold back and told my parents about this, but my mother told me about it again."

Fang Mu nodded: "Your brother told me this morning, are you angry?"

"Don't be angry, she is also doing it for my own good, but there is no rush for things like feelings."

Fang Mu still nodded: "It's okay to get married later."

"Then my mother wondered if I, like you, like men."

"..." Fang Mu didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Qiao Song still didn't realize it: "Although I play well with you, it doesn't mean that we are the same in this matter."

Fang Mu put on a face: "Then what do you say?"

Qiao Song said: "I can't say no to my mother, she is already planning to find a brother for me."

"..." It can be seen that Qiao's mother did everything she could to get Qiao Song married: "You agreed?"

Qiao Song looked helpless: "Look, maybe I really like brother."

"Then you have to think clearly, this is a lifetime thing."

Qiao Song nodded: "If I like it, they have to like me."

Fang Mu is not worried about this, if Qiao Song is really a casual person, he would not be unmarried at this age.

Then Qiao Song changed the subject: "You haven't said how you and your brother-in-law see each other."

"..." If you can go back and forth, I underestimate you, Qiao Xiaosong, but when it comes to Chao Yan, Fang Mu really misses him. In the past, he didn't know what it was like to be alone, but now he has someone in his heart. When he was free, he couldn't help thinking, because of such emotions, he didn't hide it: "He is very cute."

"!!!" Qiao Song said with horror on his face, "Are you crazy?"

"It's also very interesting." Fang Mu added with a smile.

Qiao Song was even more afraid: "That's it?"

Fang Mu recalled, the corners of his mouth deepened: "Of course not only, Yanyan has many advantages. She loves me, farms the land, cooks...and is good at quarreling." Not only does she quarrel, her mouth is soft and sweet , Thinking of the kiss in the morning, Fang Mu couldn't calm down a little.

What is the advantage of being good at fighting?

Looking at Fang Mu, who was smelling sour all over his body, Qiao Song couldn't help but move away from him: "I can understand the points before you say you like my brother, but what if you quarrel?"

Fang Mu had an expression that you, a mortal, didn't understand: "He won't suffer if he fights."

Qiao Song really didn't understand: "It seems that I can't mess with my brother-in-law in the future."

Fang Mu nodded in agreement.

The two chatted in a low voice, and the night didn't seem long.

......................

After Li Yeshi tied up the cut bamboo branches, Li Huiyuan had to carry the bamboo poles and bamboo branches home with her, so he couldn't continue to help Chaoyan.

But Chaoyan is almost finished, if there is not enough, I can chop some more at another time.

So while Li Yeshi and Li Huiyuan were running back and forth, Chaoyan also carried the chopped bamboo poles and branches back to the wasteland.

He is strong, and he can carry more weight than Li Yeshi and Li Huiyuan, and he lives closer to them. When the two of them first carried the bamboo pole and bamboo branch to the foot of the mountain, Chaoyan made two more trips and finished it.

Li Huiyuan had a preliminary understanding of his strength, and it was only then that he deepened his understanding.

It’s already mid-youth when we get all the bamboo poles and branches home, and the evening is coming. Today’s weather is clear, and the sky will still be blue, with a few clouds hanging in the blue sky, which is really beautiful.

When he got home, Chaoyan had to prepare dinner, only then did he remember that today was the day when Li Datong's family delivered tofu.

Saying that everyone has arrived, Li Yuhui's voice came from outside: "Uncle Muzi, are you at home?"

Chaoyan went out quickly, his body was still dirty, only his face was clean, his eyes were bright, and he smiled when he saw Li Yuhui: "Brother Mu, he's gone out."

Li Yuhui had met him before, knew his relationship with Fang Mu, and was not afraid: "Uncle Chao Yan, did you go out to work earlier?"

Chao Yan nodded.

Li Yuhui really had such an expression on his face: "No wonder you weren't here when I came here just now. This is the tofu my father asked me to give."

When Chaoyan heard this, she was very sorry: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you would bring tofu over today."

"It doesn't matter." Li Yuhui smiled and said, "I saw that you were not at home, so I gave it to someone else first."

Chao Yan also smiled: "Wait a minute, I'll get the money."

Li Yuhui nodded.

Chao Yan entered the room, put the tofu in a bowl, took out a copper plate from the one hundred Wen that Fang Mu had left for him, and gave it to Li Yuhui.

At the same time, he told Li Yuhui: "If you come over and see that I'm not at home next time, you can put your things at the door."

But Li Yuhui said: "It's okay, I'll just make another trip. It's easy to get dirty by leaving the door, so you don't waste it."

Their tofu is served in baskets, so it does tend to get dusty.

"Then trouble you."

"Then I'll go back, see you to Uncle Yan." Li Yuhui waved to him.

Chaoyan also waved her hand in response.