He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, the originally snow-white and beautiful pair of little hands, because of the spring mud pile pulling grains, all the mud was slippery. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Such a pair of gentle and boneless hands should be used for embroidery, for playing the piano, for making delicacies, not for pulling in the mud.

Zeng Anxin shook off his hand, glanced at him coldly, and continued to pick up seeds on the ground, in the mud, and in the corners, those rice, wheat, peanuts, soybeans and other seeds.

Wang Zhuoyun is extremely angry, can't he be a dignified county grandfather and son, and he can't match the attraction of these little seeds?

He simply came to make trouble, Zeng Anxin wanted to pick it up, he took a broom, swept them away, and then looked at Zeng Anxin proudly, waiting for her to beg him.

Zeng Anxin looked at him speechlessly, "Wang Zhuoyun, you are not a three-year-old child, don't be so naïve, okay?"

Wang Zhuoyun held the broom and shook his head: "You have to be so willful, unless you accompany me to the street to watch juggling." ”

Zeng Anxin turned his head and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay to watch the juggling, you help me pick up the seeds together, and after the picking, I'll accompany you." She didn't expect him to help, because a young master like him, who had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth since he was a child, didn't understand the importance of seeds.

Wang Zhuoyun really didn't pick it up, but he didn't make trouble, threw away the broom, followed Zeng Anxin and asked, "What are you picking it up for?"

Zeng Anxin didn't want to answer, but he kept asking, and she was a little annoyed when she asked, so she straightened up angrily: "These seeds, we picked them out one by one, they are all full seeds, and the germination rate is also very high, and the survival rate is also very high. ”

"Farming, isn't your land defeated by your eldest brother, where is there still land? Besides, this rice seed is to be planted in the paddy field, can you plant it in the mountains?"

"That's right, I'm going to plant it in the mountains. And these soybeans, peanuts, wheat, can be planted in the mountains. ”

"These are all dirty, some of them have been trampled on, if you really want seeds, just go back and buy them, why waste this time, you see that many seeds have been trampled and broken, and they can't be planted at all." Wang Zhuoyun thought it was a good idea, saving her from wasting time here.

"Young Master Wang is really a noble person, you set up a gambling game, and my eldest brother went bankrupt, and now our family has nothing except that thatched house, what money to buy seeds, since there are ready-made here, why can't I use them." Besides, seeds are alive, and they represent grain, and people who waste food are damned. The people take food as the sky, but where does the food come from, of course, it is cereals, and the saints even say it themselves today that grain is an auspicious thing. You see, now everyone is stepping on this auspicious ground under their feet. Okay, if you don't help, don't get in the way of my business here. Zeng Anxin waved his hand like a fly.

Wang Zhuoyun was stunned in place, yes, it seems that the situation of her family is indeed not very good, and there are so many people in the family who want to eat and drink, and I heard that the Zhang family is about to give birth.

He picked up a golden wheat, looked at the petite figure in front of him, his eyes were deeper, he gently turned the wheat in his hand, and asked the scholar beside him, "Do you think what she said makes sense?"

Mo Qi said with a smile: "Don't hide it from the young master, when the villain was very young, he also picked up these grains from the belly of the spring cow with his father as seeds." My father said the same thing as Miss Zeng at the time. ”

Wang Zhuoyun's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt a little ashamed, this truth, in fact, when he was very young, he had heard his father say it, but to be honest, for them, it was just talk on paper.

Born in an official family, and grew up like a proud son of the sky, who cares about these small sections?

Today, Zeng Anxin invisibly taught him a vivid lesson. He suddenly felt better, and once again took a deep look at the girl in front of him who was bending down to pick up seeds, such a girl was worthy of him, and that was what he wanted.

"Moqi, you immediately go and get a dustpan, put all these seeds together, and then sift the dust away with a sieve. ”

"Young master, what are you going to do, these things, you will have your own handyman to do later. ”

"If you want to go, where is all this nonsense?"

Mo Qi ran to the backyard of the county government in confusion, and after a while, he was followed by a rough servant with a dustpan and a sieve in his hands.

And Wang Zhuoyun walked behind Zeng Anxin, and said softly: "You pick it up like this, you can't finish picking it up until it's dark, and people are still tired, I asked Moqi to bring a dustpan and a sieve, let's sift the dirt and slag away first, and then pick it up, sort it and put it in a cloth bag, so it's much faster." ”

Zeng Anxin glanced at him in disbelief, only to see that his face was warm, his expression was flat, his eyes were clear, and there was no longer the slightest hint of banter and ridicule just now.

"It's fine. Zeng Anxin knew that what he said made sense, but she didn't expect it before, but this was someone else's home, and she was embarrassed to make her own decisions, just thinking that she could pick up as much as she could.

Wang Zhuoyun personally took the broom and put all the spilled grains in the courtyard together, and the rough slave was frightened, and quickly knelt down and begged for mercy to let Wang Zhuoyun put down the broom.

Zeng Anxin smiled narrowly: "Prince Wang's daughter is noble, don't do the work that these subordinates do, let me come." ”

Wang Zhuoyun glared coldly at the rough minion: "You get out of the way, isn't it just sweeping the floor, what's the fuss, compared to the practice, it's just unbearable." ”

The slave didn't dare to disobey the young master, so he had to watch him sweep the floor.

Zeng Anxin raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect this Wang Zhuoyun to impress her. Since he had done it, she naturally couldn't be idle, so she picked up the sieve and sifted it herself.

When the rough servant saw this, he immediately slipped away quietly, and he had to tell his wife about it quickly, otherwise if he was seen by others, he would definitely say that he did not do his job well and did not serve him well.

Sure enough, after sifting away some floating soil and marl, grass and willow leaves, the appearance of the seeds recovered a lot, and as for the seeds that were trampled on, they had to be picked slowly.

Wang Zhuoyun simply asked people to bring a small bench over and pick it with Zeng Anxin. Where did the two scholars dare to hold up, and they also asked for a part of the past.

At first glance, this seems to be easy, but it is really hard to do, those seeds are mixed together, the larger ones are easy to do, and the smaller ones such as sesame seeds and purple rice are almost picky.

"Young master, why don't you rest for a while, let the little ones pick it, these red beans, mung beans, yellow beans, and black beans are all together, and it is estimated that it will not be good to pick for a while." ”

Zeng Anxin peeked at Wang Zhuoyun, who was seriously picking beans, from the side, he could only see the side face of Jun Weitian, the long eyelashes, when he occasionally blinked, it would form a shadow under his eyes, the high nose bridge, sexy and full lips were tightly pursed at the moment, and the face was also an unprecedented serious look.

Such Wang Zhuoyun seemed to exude a charming brilliance all over his body, which made Zeng Anxin slightly distracted.

I saw him holding his palm, first picking out all the bad grain seeds in it a little clumsily, putting them in the dustpan on the side, and then distributing all kinds of beans or rice, wheat, sesame and mung beans into the corresponding cloth bags.

At first, I was still busy, but as time went by, I gradually got up quickly.

From time to time, I raise my hand to rub my eyes, or close it for a while, open it again, and pick it again.

She looked at it and was inexplicably moved in her heart.

It is estimated that Wang Zhuoyun has grown so big, this is the first time he has done such a thing, right?

She simply put all the grains on the ground into a bag, and then snatched the one in Wang Zhuoyun's hand and said, "I suddenly want to see juggling, these grains, I will pick them when I bring them back." ”

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhuoyun turned his body around, "Wait a little longer, it's still a little bit close." Finally, after another cup of tea, he finished picking them all, and his face showed a happy expression, gently lifting a small cloth bag, looking at his achievements, very satisfied.

In the past, he didn't have any special feelings about these things, that was because they were all fake hands, but today he suddenly had such a feeling, drinking and pecking, it turned out that it was hard-won.

Take a bowl of rice as an example, first of all, these grains full of grains should be picked out to make seeds, but also after the sun, and then planted in the field, to be operated from time to time, carefully cared for, from budding to growing into small seedlings, not only to prevent insect pests, but also to prevent weeds from overgrowing, finally flowering and fruiting, but also to manpower to beat down, threshing into rice, and by hand cooking, adding water to cook rice, which can be served on the table.

The hard work can be seen.

A bowl of rice is like this, so what about other things, a piece of clothing, a pair of shoes, a piece of jewelry, a book, a pen, which is not the embodiment of the hard work and sweat of craftsmen or farmers.

He felt that his mind instantly became clear, as if he had an epiphany, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he couldn't touch it, but he sincerely wanted to say those three words to Zeng Anxin: "Thank you." ”

Zeng Anxin was stunned for a moment, Jile showed a sweet smile, and said softly: "You're welcome." Let's go see juggling. ”

"Hmm!" he smiled and nodded heavily.

At this time, Mo Qin had already called for water to wash his face, and after the two of them washed it, they walked out of the county government compound side by side and ran towards the lively crowd.

"Oh, sugar man, look, this sugar man looks so cute. Zeng Anxin squeezed in front of an old man's stall selling candy, his eyes blooming with little stars.

It was rare for Wang Zhuoyun to see her like this, she really looked like a ten-year-old girl, not a lifeless old master, so she was also in a better mood, and said to the old man: "Uncle, can you pinch one according to our appearance?"

The old man's business is very good today, and he is so busy at the moment that he can't even collect the money, so he pointed to the table on the side and said: "If the two young ladies are not in a hurry, then please go over there and sit and wait for a while, if you are in a hurry, you can also do it yourself." However, if you make it yourself, the price is a little more expensive. ”

Can you do it yourself?

The two of them looked at each other at the same time, nodded at the same time, and raised their hands: "We're going to do it ourselves." ”

"Well, please come here first, you have to start with the basics, there is a girl in red, my granddaughter, and she will tell you how to do it. ”

There are three kinds of production of this sugar man, blowing candy man, painting sugar man, and plastic sugar man, among which it is probably a little difficult to blow, such as looking at the old man, who is now blowing a tiger candy man to a child with a wheat rod.

I saw that he picked up an appropriate amount of syrup with the straw, and very skillfully blew into the syrup along the hollow part of the straw, and kept blowing while pinching it with his fingers, but after a while, a big tiger came out.

The child's mother happily took out two copper coins and handed them to the old man, who accepted the copper coins with thanks and continued to blow candy for the other children.

Zeng Anxin had learned such a craft in her previous life, but she really blew it out every time, because this craft needs to be practiced hard to form.

On an occasion like today, she just wants to paint a candy man.

However, Wang Zhuoyun wanted to challenge the difficult ones, and he was eager to try the techniques of the candy blower.

The old man who sold the candy was not stingy, and seriously told Wang Zhuoyun about the process of blowing the candy man, and he immediately took it aside to test it.

Because the process of blowing candy is actually very simple, the key is to grasp the time and master a good degree, and it can not be achieved without long-term hard practice.

Zeng Anxin didn't rush to paint the candy man, but first went to see how Wang Zhuoyun blew it, sure enough, even if he was smart, this thing was not something that could be learned immediately, and the thing that was blown out at the beginning was extremely ugly, mixed up, and I didn't know what it was.

"Haha, what is this, it's weird. Zeng Anxin asked Wang Zhuoyun with a ball of things like mixed stew, his face immediately turned red, and he quickly grabbed it, "I will definitely blow it out, hum." Don't laugh at me here, don't you want to draw a candy man, you have the ability, you can also draw a picture and I'll see, just laughing at me can't do it. ”

"Draw as you paint, who is afraid of whom. Zeng Anxin immediately took the tools and syrup, went to the side of the cleaned slate, first condensed to figure out the pattern in his heart, and then used a spoon to fill out an appropriate amount of syrup, and quickly began to pour paintings on the slate.

Because it was a bit cold on this day, and the syrup was cold quickly, it was necessary to finish the painting before it solidified and cooled, and when it was completely dry, it could be shoveled up with a shovel.

Wang Zhuoyun blew a little hard over there, and the result was just a prototype, but it was still not the result he wanted, he simply threw a large ingot of silver on the old man's stall, which scared the old man.

"I want this bucket of syrup, and I am not allowed to sell it to others, I don't believe it, I can't blow it out. ”

The old man has been practicing his craft for ten years, and now he is just able to blow animals like real, but what Wang Zhuoyun wants to challenge now is the character, he wants to blow out the tomboy he met for the first time in Qingyu Mountain.

An hour passed, two hours passed, Wang Zhuoyun's cheeks were a little swollen and painful, he planned to rest, so he ran to see Zeng Anxin's painting candy man, but he was surprised, the picture on the slate was lifelike, it was as real as it was.

And the painting on the stone slab was actually the scene where they met in Qingyu Mountain, and there was a round Shangguan Haoran standing next to him who was handsome and dashing.

Is this the legendary heart that has a clear heart? Wang Zhuoyun's heart was inexplicably happy.