After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

After finishing speaking, Yaogong looked at Han Song eagerly, not daring to make a sound.

After waiting for a while, Han Song, who had been quiet all this time, still had a deep expression on his face. He nodded his head and pursed his lips to express his thanks, and then turned and left after saying "excuse me".

Seeing the figure drifting away, the medicine worker let out a long sigh of relief.

"You are really brave. You dare to keep talking when his face is so dark." The tall medicine worker who was watching the whole process stepped forward in time, and said with a thumbs up: "Admiration!"

"No, no." The smile on the corner of Yaogong's mouth did not hide at all.

Seeing his proud expression, the tall Yaogong laughed twice: "But I still advise you to be respectful to him, he is not easy to mess with."

After listening, Yao Gong suppressed his smile, tugged his sleeves and whispered: "I don't think he is as mysterious as you said, he is a very good big brother, but he doesn't like to laugh or talk."

"What do you know!" The tall medicine worker sneered: "You really think he is stupid, so stupid that everyone will know that he is very powerful? The real strong will restrain his edge."

The pharmacist's eyes were full of confusion.

He has heard many words about staying away from Han Song, but few people mention the reasons for it, which frustrates him.

Out of curiosity, he boldly raised doubts: "Do you know how strong he is?"

"This... I know a little bit, but Uncle Wang won't let it go out in private, so you better not know." The tall drug worker was about to leave.

Running away in the middle of the sentence, Yao Gong held his sleeve tightly, looked around and said in a low voice: "If you want Uncle Wang to know that you deliberately refused to receive him and left everything to me, what do you think Uncle Wang will do? "

The tall pharmacist showed embarrassment and flinched a little.

"Just say it, but you can't tell others." The tall man leaned into his ear and whispered: "He went to the battle in Huaicheng a year ago, and went with Fu Hanzhang. He went to give Fu Hanzhang Be a lieutenant general!"

"I don't need to tell you who Fu Hanzhang is. You say that people who mess with Fu Hanzhang can be so gentle. If you are murderous, you will only be left to die."

The medicine worker's eyes were dull, and he said stupidly: "This... this, is this true?"

"Nonsense! Who has the leisure to play with you."

"Then you ask me to receive him every time, do you think I'm going to die?!" Yao Gong came back to his senses and kicked him, "An afterthought! Don't tell me! You have to wait until I piss him off, Lao Tzu If something goes wrong, just wait and see!"

……

On the way back to the village, Han Song did not take the carriage as usual, but walked back step by step, with half a basket of things behind him.

He walked quickly, without stopping or hesitating, and walked straight along the way home.

Against the cold wind, walk firmly.

With loneliness and loneliness.

Two days later, Han Song visited Yi Cao Tang again.

The two pharmacists gave way to each other and slowly came forward to say hello, but he only nodded slightly and didn't say much.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the pharmacist turned back to set out the medicine plates and prepared to weigh the medicines. He was just about to take out two plates when he heard the man say, "Take ten medicines today, sorry for the trouble."

Five days later it will be New Year's Eve, thinking that he will miss Hades several times, the medicine worker quickly counted the medicine dishes, and said briskly: "Okay, Brother Han, sit and drink tea inside, I'll call you when I'm done. "

After getting the medicine, Han Song didn't stay long, turned around and went into the shop next door, and when he went out again, the basket was fully loaded.

Han family.

It was rare for Ye Shuhua not to rest on the bed, and when she saw Han Song coming back, she went up to meet Han Song happily.

She didn't pay much attention to her son, all her attention was on the basket behind him.

"I bought quite a lot." Ye Shuhua looked at the basket, "I'll pick it up later, so hurry up and send it to the Dong family before it's dark."

Arranging the tea, wine and other items bought by her son one by one, she was thinking about which ones to give first.Giving too much is embarrassing and difficult to accept, and giving too little seems perfunctory.

It's a matter of careful consideration.

"Mother," Han Song looked at it for a while before opening his mouth: "Chuan Lin hasn't come back yet, isn't it too early to send it off now..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shuhua became unhappy, "If you don't send it now, when will it be delivered? As soon as Chuan Lin returns?"

She hates iron for being weak: "Usually you have a pretty good brain, why are you always being stupid about this?! You only give it away when someone comes back. It's not for the sake of Chuanlin's face. You don't give it away on weekdays. Pay more attention, who is willing to let you abduct your precious son. No matter how good the relationship between our two families is, we can't save work on this matter. You can't miss any of what should be given and what should be done. "

"Did you hear me!"

Han Song said in a deep voice, "My son understands, don't worry."

After a few more lectures, Ye Shuhua concentrated on working on the various gifts on the table.Sitting aside, Han Song couldn't help, so he got up and went to the vegetable field.

It has been nearly two months since I returned home, and the vegetable seeds that were randomly scattered in the vegetable field earlier are also harvesting time.

From a distance, Han Song saw Dong Guangcheng who was busy in the vegetable field, bending over to pull weeds.

Han Song quickened his pace, and squatted down to work consciously after saying hello.

Seeing this, Dong Guangcheng smiled and said nothing.

Both of them were quick-witted masters, and soon the weeds were wiped out. Dong Guangcheng pulled two radishes and prepared to go home.

"Uncle Dong." Han Song called to stop him, "Chuan Lin...do you have a letter?"

The questioner didn't have much confidence, and the second half of the sentence was a bit floating.

"No."

Dong Guangcheng didn't want to hide his words and said directly: "I guess I won't be able to come back a year ago."

Seeing that Han Song bowed his head and said nothing, he smiled and said, "Hey, it's not a big deal. This is not the first time he hasn't come back for the New Year. His mother and I are both thinking about it. My son grows up and has ideas and dares to fight hard." It’s a good thing, we shouldn’t stop it, don’t you think so?”

"Well, Uncle Dong is right."

Han Song nodded indiscriminately, squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm going to pick some vegetables, you go back first."

When he came to his own vegetable field, Han Song didn't pull out the vegetables in a hurry, but sat and rested on the ridge of the field.

In front of him was a clump of tall, low, thin, small and yellow vegetables, and his mood was as messy as a vegetable field, and he couldn't even straighten it out.

Ye Shuhua said he was always stupid, and he admitted it.

How could he not understand his mother's good intentions.

But the person didn't come back, and he was uneasy even seeing Dong's family.

He looked into the distance, squinting and thinking.

A year ago, whether he was as worried as himself.

On weekdays, he would yell non-stop when he was wronged a little, but he didn't say a word about how hard it was to wait.

How could there be anyone more stupid than him.

Don’t know if children who can cry have candy?

There was a sound of cattle bleating in the distance. It should be that Uncle Li, who was carrying passengers at the entrance of the village, had returned.

He withdrew his thoughts, got up and plucked in the uneven vegetable field, and took two dry reeds from the edge of the field as ropes.After tying up the vegetables and pulling out a few radishes, he walked back slowly as if carrying them in one hand.

The courtyard door of the Han family was wide open. On the stone table were a few large white garlics, and a small bowl was placed beside them. The stripped garlic skins were blown away by the wind.

One just covered his eye.

The thin strips of garlic have a spicy taste, sticking tightly to the eyelids and making it hard to get rid of.

He squinted his eyes and let go of the things on his hands, and he heard footsteps faintly.

Calm, vigorous, and cautious.

He forgot the movement for a moment, and just wanted to prick his ears to distinguish.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, right in front of him.

The slightly rough fingertips passed over his eyes, and the tightly sticky garlic peeled away easily.

Before he could open his eyes, he felt a shadow come over him.

Getting closer.

The warm lips quickly covered, covering the coldness, he also stuck out his tongue playfully and licked it, then quickly retreated.

Han Song seemed to have really become stupid, his movements became sluggish, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

Only the trembling eyelashes showed that he was alive.

Or he looked too stupid, the people in front of him chuckled twice, and said——

"Even if you are a prince, you should open your eyes after kissing, right? My dear brother Song."