The little man on the apex

After Jia Yuanwai's incident, Yuanxi's good handwriting became famous. Zhou Yuanwai looked at it and clapped his hands and laughed, saying that it was better than those teachers he had seen.

The two agreed with Zhou Yuanwai that after they got married, they would let Yuanxi teach his young master Zhou how to write. Yan Heyi was worried, so she discussed with Zhou Yuanwai again, and asked him to accompany Yuanxi to Zhou's mansion to attend classes.

A few days ago, Zhou Yuanwai came to the door with snacks in person, and set a class time with Yuan Xi.

Yan Heyi's private school closed for one day every ten days, and on this day, he would accompany Yuan Xi to the Zhou Mansion to attend classes, and there would be a carriage to pick him up, so it wasn't too tiring.

Moreover, Zhou Yuan is very generous when he goes out. Each class is nearly two taels of silver, and every year, field leave and various festivals are removed, at least 30 taels of silver.

After Zhou Yuanwai went back, Yuan Xi took an abacus and crackled in the yard for a long while, smiling so hard that his eyes almost narrowed, "Brother, with so much money, wouldn't it be possible to eat hazelnut halva every month?" ?”

The candy shop in the town came up with a new pattern, the fried hazelnuts were wrapped in syrup and covered with a layer of sesame seeds, which was Yuanxi's new favorite during this time.

Yan Heyi went over to hold Yuan Xi in her arms, "We don't seek great wealth and great wealth. If we have money, we will buy you delicious food and new clothes. Just being together like this, don't you think it's too ordinary?"

"It's not sweet." Yuan Xi grabbed Yan Heyi's collar and pulled him over, tapped his lips lightly, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick him again, "It's quite sweet."

Yan Heyi touched his chest, took the abacus in his hand, put it on the stone table next to him, and carried him high into the house with his thighs.

With a touch of his foot, the Tuanzi who followed behind were shut out of the door.

Tuanzi grunted a few times in grievance, turned around a few times, and then ran to the chicken coop to scare the eldest and second children.

Half an hour later, both of them were sweating and talking next to each other, Yan Heyi suddenly got out of bed wearing a coat, opened the bedside cabinet, and brought over a small locked box.

"This is the cash box. I have saved it over the years, and it is left to me by my parents. Now it belongs to you."

Yuan Xi shook the box in his arms, took the key and unlocked it, and exclaimed in surprise, "I'm rich? How much hazelnut halva do I have to buy!"

Yan Heyi regretted it immediately, and begged: "Don't forget that you still have a husband who wants to eat."

Yuan Xi glanced at him: "What husband?"

"Just now you were biting my earlobe and calling him Mr. Yan." Yan Heyi stretched out his hand and squeaked at him, "You didn't even get out of the bed, so you didn't admit it?"

Yuan Xi closed the box, stuffed it into the bed, and then stuck it to Yan Heyi again.

As a result, he was naturally crushed by Yan Heyi, who was getting stronger and stronger, and was forced to call "Xianggong" several times.

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The lotus roots in the pond were ripe. Yesterday, Yuan Xi pulled Yan Heyi, rolled up his trouser legs and worked for a long time, and brought back two bunches of lotus roots that were taller than Gouwa.

Clean the lotus root with a bamboo brush, cut off both ends, fill the hole with pre-soaked glutinous rice, poke it firmly with chopsticks, then use the cut end as a cover, fix it back to its original place with a thin bamboo stick, and throw it into the sugar water It was gurgling and cooking.

Two quarters later, the glutinous rice candied lotus root is ready. Cut it into slices with a knife and pour some honey on it. The taste is sweet and glutinous. You can tell it is Yuanxi's favorite taste at first glance.

At the exact hour of the morning, Zhou's carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley on time. Yuan Xi specially wore a long gown today, which was modified from Yan Heyi's long gown. The shoulders and waist were tucked away, and the sleeves and hem were also cut off.

This time, I didn't bother Aunt Gu, it was Yan Heyi who sewed it bit by bit with the lamp, and the craftsmanship was still good, as if it was made specially by Yuanxi.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the Zhou Mansion, an old housekeeper came out to welcome them. After exchanging greetings with the two of them, he bowed his waist and led the man into the mansion. Alright, the young master is in the house, gentlemen, please."

The decoration of the Zhou Mansion is very simple and the yard is also large. Several servants are busy coming and going. Seeing Yan Heyi and the others, they all greeted Yan Heyi and the others with a smile. They did not have the trembling appearance of the servants of a rich family as imagined.

The mansion specially tidied up a courtyard, the main hall was used as a tutor for Young Master Zhou, and the side room was used for Mr. Zhou to rest.

On weekdays, a gentleman with a white beard came to class, but according to Butler Yu, Young Master Zhou had a problem with handwriting, and that gentleman couldn't teach him, so he invited Yuanxi to teach him.

The main hall was tidy, and Yuan Xi arranged the posts he had brought, and then sat with Yan Heyi and waited for Young Master Zhou to come over.

After sitting for a stick of incense, there was still no sign of Young Master Zhou, so Steward Yu ran to the young master's yard, and came back in a hurry.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Yan." Steward Yu took a breath, bent down and poured some tea for the two of them, "Please wait a little longer, young master...he hasn't woken up yet."

Yan Heyi nodded slightly, and said softly: "It's nothing, we came early."

Yuan Xi held the cup and took a sip of tea, which was very fragrant with sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Did Member Zhou say that on the day of class, Master Zhou is the one who has the final say?"

Yan Heyi rubbed his head: "Mr. Jiang, what do you want to do?"

"Yes," Yu Butler replied with a smile, "Master said, the young master will listen to you."

"Then...I'll go and have a look at my lazy student." Yuan Xi lowered his head and sipped his tea again, then raised his chin and raised his eyebrows at Yan Heyi, "Brother, come with me."

This time, Yan Heyi was Yuanxi's teaching assistant. When he came, he was on the way, and Yuanxi gave him thousands of instructions, saying that in order to maintain the majesty of his husband, Yan Heyi must listen to him.

Yan Heyi was fascinated by a sentence of "Xianggong" whose voice was not much louder than a mosquito. Let alone obeying his orders, it would not be impossible to be his servant.

At the door of the house where Young Master Zhou lived, two girls wearing light scarlet waistcoats were standing there anxiously, one was holding a wooden basin filled with hot water, and a moon-white handkerchief was placed on the side, the other In one hand was an earthen jar of salt.

Yuan Xi went over to open the door, but was stopped by that round-faced girl, "The young master is still awake, are you?"

Butler Yu hurried forward: "This is the gentleman invited by the master, please open the door."

The round-faced girl puffed her cheeks, exchanged glances with the other girl, and slowly opened the door together.

Yuan Xi took advantage of the opportunity to push the door open, poked his head to look inside, and then pulled Yan Heyi in.

The two girls were about to follow in when they were stopped by Steward Yu and told them to wait at the door.

There was a bowl of milk on the table in the room. It looked like it had been sitting there for a while, but a thin layer of milk skin had formed on it. The beaded curtain separated the room into two rooms, and Master Zhou slept in the inner room.

The bed curtain has three thick layers, and there is an open box on the table next to the bed, which contains small things like straw woven butterflies.

Is it possible that the young master is not too old this week?

Yuan Xi was about to lift the bed curtain when Yan Heyi grabbed his wrist.

"Isn't this... not very good?" Yan Heyi shook her head lightly, "Or, let's go outside and wait."

Yuan Xi patted his chest, and closed the long gown on his body again: "Brother, I'm sir."

Cheng, you are sir you are the biggest.

The three-layer bed curtain was pulled open, revealing a small round face with its mouth slightly open, and it seemed that it was sleeping soundly.

"Brother, our Young Master Zhou doesn't look very old."

Yan Heyi smiled silently, stretched out her hand to pull up the quilt for Young Master Zhou on the bed, and said in a low voice, "It's not just that he's young, he's obviously still a child."

When Zhou Yuanwai invited Yuan Xi to be his teacher, he only said that he would teach him how to write from the beginning. Yuan Xi thought he was a disobedient little dandy, about half a teenager, but he didn't expect to be such a small doll.

Yuan Xi couldn't bear it anymore, hesitated for a moment, then put down the curtain again: "Let him sleep for a while."

Waiting outside until Sishi, finally there was movement on the bed.

"Sister Baoyue, I want to urinate..."

The sound of milk was milky, as if it had been soaked in milk. The round-faced girl at the door heard the movement in the room, put the basin in her hand on the outer shelf, and poked her head in: "Master, are you awake?"

Because of the presence of the two face-faced men, Baoyue didn't dare to enter the room for a moment, Yuan Xi waved his hand at Baoyue, and said bluntly: "We are here."

Baoyue backed out step by step and turned her head three times, and asked another girl to put the pot in her hand into the room, and they went to do their own work together.

The doll on the bed muffledly called "Sister Baoyue" a few more times, and Yuan Xi lifted the bed curtain, only to see Young Master Zhou rubbing his eyes with both hands raised.

"Sister Baoyue is outside, can I take you to have a pee?"

Little Master Zhou squinted his sleepy eyes, looked at Yuan Xi for a long time, and then curled his lips and said, "Who are you?"

Yan Heyi put away the bed curtain, and patted Yuan Xi on the shoulder: "This is Mr. Yuan Xi, here to teach you how to write."

"Daddy said that a good-looking gentleman is coming today." Young Master Zhou stretched out one leg and clamped the quilt on his body, "You are more beautiful than what Daddy said."

Yuan Xi was very flattered by the compliment, so he sat down on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and pinched the little baby's cheek, "Don't you want to relieve yourself? Get up and put on your clothes, sir will take you there."

Young master Zhou groaned a few times, hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed a few times, rolled to Yuanxi, and crawled into Yuanxi's arms while grabbing the long gown.

"Mr. Xi, I don't know how to wear clothes." He stuck to Yuan Xi stickyly, "Can you help me get dressed?"

The little baby exuded a unique childlike fragrance, Yuan Xi couldn't help but hugged him and shook him, "Success, Mr. Xi will dress you."

Young Master Zhou tilted his head again, and pointed to Yan Heyi who was standing beside him, "Is this also the teacher who taught me?"

Yuan Xi gently squeezed the little baby's hand, and together with him tilted his head to look at Yan Heyi: "This is Mr. Yan, your husband, and my husband."

"Sir's sir?" Young master Zhou looked at Yan Heyi curiously, "No wonder he grows so big."

Yan Heyi understood that what Young Master Zhou wanted to say might be "tall" or "strong", and he was right to say "big", because he looked much bigger than the thin Yuan Xi, and he could almost fit him in.

Yuan Xi blushed inexplicably, and quickly changed the subject: "Where are your clothes?"

"Here." Young Master Zhou pulled over a set of neatly folded clothes by the bedside, and stuffed them into Yuan Xi's arms.

"Okay." Yuan Xi hugged Young Master Zhou by the waist and put him aside, stretched his hands behind his shoulders, and tied the red belt behind him, "Did the little guy not sleep well? The belt of the bellyband is all open .”

Young master Zhou's stomach is round, his arms and legs are starting to twitch, but there is still a layer of soft meat covering it, which looks a bit like the tender lotus root he ate in the morning.

"Open your arms." Yuan Xi patted the hand that Little Master Zhou stretched out to pull the ribbon on his head, "The little guy is not good."

Seeing Yuan Xi's serious look, Yan Heyi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

On weekdays, the little ancestor is clingier than a little baby, and he will never hesitate to hide as lazy as he can. When he woke up this morning, he still complained that his body hurt, his legs were weak, his arms could not be lifted, and his clothes, shoes and socks were all sore. I wear it myself.

Now that I met a real little doll, I have become gentler, patiently dressing people up a little bit, this look is quite...unaccustomed.

Thinking about it further, Yan Heyi felt that she was going to be jealous of this little baby soon, so she quickly pinched herself, and then remembered to ask this young master Zhou's name.

Young master Zhou put on his clothes, and wrapped his arms around Yuanxi's neck without letting go, "My name is Zhou Yu, and my father always calls me brother Yu."