The river was turbulent, and there were many large stones protruding from the middle of the river, and the clear water swirled and swirled apart at both ends.

Wen Yanshu rolled his trouser legs, revealing his snow-white ankles, standing on the shore, pulling a thin rope in his hand, patiently counting the numbers, and when he counted to two hundred, he pulled it suddenly.

"Alas. She looked at the small fish that were only the length of her index finger dancing in the middle of the net, and sighed heavily. Sure enough, fishing wasn't as easy as she used to seem. This is the eleventh net of the day, and only one slightly larger crucian carp was caught, and the rest were small fish and shrimp.

But no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and she is no longer the student in the 21st century who holds a "environmental protection" sign and protests against spring fishing by the river with her classmates. Now all she has to do is to fill her and her brother's stomachs, and as for these little fish, she still prays for a good birth in the next life.

Cast the net down the river again, silently thinking that this was the last net, and whether there was one or not, he would pack it up and go back. It's not early, and it's too late to go back, and my brother will be worried when he's home alone.

Perhaps it was her perseverance that touched God, and the last net actually allowed her to net a silver carp weighing more than a pound. This is a bumper harvest, and the smile on Wen Yanshu's face has never gone down, and he even hummed a little song happily.

I wiped my feet with blades of grass, tidied up my clothes, put on my shoes, and checked them again before returning with a bucket full of fish and shrimp.

The smaller fish and shrimp go back to cook a soup, and there is still a little bit of wild vegetables dug yesterday, and boil them together in it, and there is a proper combination of meat and vegetarian. Two larger fish were sold at the market for about ten cents. I can't buy cotton clothes for ten cents, but I can buy two catties of brown rice.

While thinking about it, she walked home, and when she raised her head, she saw a very well-dressed girl wandering around her house, as if she was looking for someone, and said a few words to her neighbor Aunt Gu across the fence, and then left in a hurry.

"Aunt Gu. When Wen Yanshu passed by the door of Gu's house, he said hello to Aunt Gu, who was choosing vegetables.

When Aunt Gu looked up and saw her, her face was suddenly full of smiles: "Miss Wen is back." ”

"yes. ”

"Oh, such a heavy bucket, I'll carry it for you. Aunt Gu came out of it with an arrow step and snatched the bucket in Wen Yanshu's hand, "Look at your fine skin and tender meat, who is the person who does this kind of rough work, how many times have I told you, these jobs?"

Wen Yanshu smiled and sent away Aunt Gu, who was kind enough to help, and filled the fish caught in a wooden basin and replaced them with clean water. Then I washed my hands and started to make dinner. The meals are simple and don't take long to get ready.

"Brother, it's time to eat. She lifted the lid and shouted at Westinghouse.

But she never expected that Wen Zhihong did not come alone, and there was a pair of white hands on his wheelchair, which looked like the hands of a pampered and wealthy family.

The man standing behind Wen Zhihong was light and light, and he still couldn't stop his graceful and wealthy, and his handsome and familiar face was Yang Yan, who had not seen him for many years. Why is he here, Wen Yanshu wondered in his heart, looking at the appearance of him and Wen Zhihong, they should have been talking for a long time.

He still remembers that when she left the capital that year, she happened to hear people talking about the family affairs set by Yang Yangang, and the other party was the young daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe. The Cui family is full of nobles, although it is also a family, but it is not closely linked to politics, and successfully escaped Yang Min's crazy purge.

No matter what he thought in his heart, Wen Yanshu politely gave Yang Yan a salute and politely invited him to dinner. In fact, thinking about the things in the kitchen pot, a person like Yang Yan is simply difficult to swallow.

However, Yang Yan didn't feel a little uncomfortable, and naturally lowered his head, stepped into the low thatched house, and sat leisurely on a stool that was not as high as his calf.

When Wen Yanshu looked at him, he was also looking at the girl in front of him, she was no longer the lively and lovely girl she used to be. It's not a very good complexion, slightly yellowish. The hair that was once like silk is also a little scorched and has lost its soft luster. A pair of hands is covered with subtle cracks, as if full of the hardships of life.

But looking at her brows, there was no such sorrow and distress as he had imagined, as if all this was no different to her before.

Yang Yan suddenly felt a sense of distress for no reason, the child who was held in the palm of everyone's hands. finally grew up, but experienced indescribable ups and downs in life. In this place that they can't see, strong as Rose holds up her and her brother's life with her immature shoulders.

There was only a plate of wild vegetables and three or four steamed buns on the table, and Yang Yan used chopsticks made of branches to clip a wild vegetable and put it in his mouth, which was very light and light, no oil and no salt. Chewing it in the mouth like withered grass, the skin of the steamed bun has also turned slightly yellow, and it looks like it should have been heated many times. The crispy steamed bun is chewed in the mouth, and it looks like a scrub.

But looking at the sweet appearance of Wen Yanshu and Wen Zhihong's food, they can't be connected with the family style that never gets tired of eating.

Yang Yan ate half of the steamed bun, didn't move the wild vegetables again, and then stood up and said, "I'll go out for a walk, and you can discuss what I just said." After saying that, he walked out, leaving space for the brother and sister who had been eating dullly because of his appearance.

As soon as he went out, Wen Yanshu spoke first: "What is he doing here?" In her heart, the Yang family has almost been linked to the words deep thoughts, ruthlessness, and viciousness. She didn't want to have anything to do with them if she didn't have to.

Wen Zhihong rubbed the armrest of his wheelchair and said seemingly casually: "I pack up and leave with the sixth prince in a while." ”

"What?" Wen Yanshu couldn't believe what his ears heard.

They are exiles, so how can they leave the place of exile at will?

"Your Majesty, the concubine of the main palace has been born, and the amnesty has been granted to the world, and we can return to Beijing. Wen Zhihong said, he didn't tell Wen Yanshu that this was the agreement he made with Yang Zhen many years ago, but the world is unpredictable, and his legs are ......

"I don't want to go back. Wen Yanshu put down the dishes and chopsticks he was cleaning up, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, "Although it is very bitter here, the neighbors are kind and simple, and I feel much more comfortable than in the capital." ”

She thought, what else can she do when she goes back, the four major families have all fallen, and they were uprooted almost overnight by the first emperor by drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle. After several years, the lengthy branches and forks have also been repaired by Yang Zhen, and there are almost no more. When I went back to face the capital where things were wrong, I was sad in vain.

At the beginning, she came to this strange dynasty from a thousand years later for the sake of Qu Lian Sumire, with a family that cared for her, and a close friend who talked about everything, but all this overturned overnight. And Yang Zhi no longer knows where her soul goes, what is the point of her coming here?

"Let's go back, I'm ready to go back to Beijing. Wen Zhihong sighed, came to Wen Yanshu in a wheelchair, and touched her sideburns: "Besides, my sister is going to get married, what good family can there be in this barren place, is it possible that you really want to marry a farmer?"

Wen Zhihong deliberately quipped, thinking that Wen Yanshu was already fifteen years old, and his marriage became a victim of the game of the imperial family, why bother to let his sister's good years drown in this poor mountain and wither for a lifetime.

"Brother, I don't marry. Wen Yanshu squatted down and rested his head on Wen Zhihong's knees, "I said that I would be with my brother for the rest of my life and be my brother's legs." ”

"Silly girl, it's enough for you to have this heart. Wen Zhihong put his hand over her hair.