The little magpie's reminder was like an empowerment, Xiusun squinted her eyes and looked at the figure again, yes, although the clothes of the little girls in the house are also satin, they are short, no matter how you look at the age of this figure, it is not in charge, then it can only be the young master.

Which young master will it be?

At this time, the figure squatted down with his back to Xiusun, and from time to time there was a sound of rustling, and the action vaguely seemed to be digging the soil, could it be that there was any treasure hidden? Xiusun applauded her imagination.

She patted the little magpie, motioned her to stay still, raised her hand and touched her head, only two multicolored silk ribbons were tied, and she touched her neck again, where there was a small jade piece.

Xiusun took off the jade piece with the red thread that tied the jade piece, and wrapped the red thread between the fingers of his right hand, and the jade piece was just fixed on the outside of the index finger and middle * finger, in case the bad guy punched it like this, it would hurt a little.

She leaned out from the corner and slowly approached the base of the wall, her steps light, the soil of the bamboo forest moist and soft, and she was not aware until she stood behind the man.

Xiusun leaned over to take a closer look, and the young man had dug a big pit at the roots of two or three bamboos, and there were two fist-sized pointed things neatly placed on the edge of the pit, which were fat winter bamboo shoots.

At this moment, the young man who was digging bamboo shoots turned around, and the last residual red from the west was reflected on his face, Xiusun recognized the pointed and thin little face, he was, Chu Xiuyi!

Chu Xiuyi, the heir of the long house.

"Ahh The boy let out a short scream and quickly covered his mouth, but his body leaned back uncontrollably, and he accidentally fell into the big pit he had dug himself.

The sound was like a duck that had been choked by the neck, and it startled Xiusun too.

The residual red light gradually faded, hidden behind the layers of horse-head walls, in the black bamboo shadows, Xiusun beckoned to the little magpie, and the two worked together to drag Chu Xiuyi out of the dirt pit.

Chu Xiuyi stood straight, with long arms and legs, like a dustless crane under her eyes, elegantly dusting the dirt on her shabby clothes. Staring warily at Xiusun and asked, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? ”

Xiusun rolled her eyes, this question should have been asked by her, and she pointed to the row of back buildings with confidence. "This is my home."

Chu Xiuyi was unmoved, still with an expression of "I didn't understand what you said".

Xiusun had no choice but to explain specifically, "This is the courtyard of the old fourth room, and I am Xiusun of the old fourth room." ”

"Oh," I don't know if he remembered who Xiusun was. still maintained a cold expression, holding the shelf and said condescendingly, "It's dark, go back quickly." Then, as if Xiusun and the others did not have zài, they picked up the bamboo pieces that were more than a foot long on the edge of the soil pit and continued to dig.

The soft soil was dug up little by little, digging deep along the bamboo roots, and two pagoda-like bamboo shoots were revealed.

Xiusun saw that he was not allowed to enter, and suddenly felt angry. A fire of anger buried deep in the depths of the years ignited her interest, and she simply squatted on the edge of the dirt pit with her trousers in her hands, watching him dig the winter bamboo shoots.

The little magpie saw it, and squatted down to watch it like his own young lady.

Under the gaze of the four round apricot eyes, the arrogant Chu Xiuyi was difficult to maintain, he looked up at the two chubby and round girls on the pit, and felt speechless. However, he was strong-willed, and after the initial discomfort, he lowered his head again, and the movement of digging soil in his hands did not stop.

The sun is just setting. Before the moon rises in the middle of the sky, the limited light is filtered by the layers of bamboo leaves, and when it reaches the bamboo forest, only the shimmer of blue and gray remains. There was no wind blowing. But they could always hear the sound of the bamboo tips shaking, sometimes rattling, sometimes sluggish, and the cold air surrounded them.

Xiusun felt a cold air pour into her trousers, her calves shivered, and she clenched her trousers tightly. A pair of small hands were also retracted into the cuffs of the jacket.

And the young man in front of him seemed to be unaware of this qiē, holding the bamboo stalk with both hands and digging hard, in fact, the soil of the bamboo roots was very relaxed, but he seemed to be digging some treasure, looking very religious, there were only two winter bamboo shoots that had emerged in his world.

Xiusun looked at him carefully through the glimmer, in fact, she had already noticed, but she didn't want to investigate it carefully.

I still remember the first time I saw him, it was in the mourning hall of the eldest master, a young boy, wearing linen and filial piety for a distant relative who had never been masked, very serious and very trying.

At that time, the eldest lady would bring him to introduce him when she saw any relatives and friends, and there was a calmness in his eyes that did not match his age.

He seemed to be a little taller and thinner than when I first met, and he had passed the frost, and his body was still a thin straight jacket, and the size was still a little short, and his white wrists showed a small half.

His pointed chin tended to be sunken, he bit his lip slightly, his calm eyes were only staring at the dirt pit, and Xiusun could see the corners of his mouth curled up, which was the action of swallowing saliva.

Xiusun still remembered that his small hands were mottled with red chilblain scars, and now looking at his hands through the moonlight, those small hands were covered with mud, and they had been scratched by rough bamboo slices, but he did not stop at all, as if they would not hurt.

You could tell he was hungry. Living in the old house in Jiangpu, you will be hungry!

Xiusun remembered that on the way to the hot spring villa, she met the eldest lady taking Xiuman out of the city to see Mrs. Wu off, and at that time the eldest lady already had the smell of smoked mugwort, proving that she had learned that she was pregnant.

That time, she didn't see Chu Xiuyi go out of the city to say goodbye, and she didn't think much about it, thinking that the old lady left him by her side, and Chu Xiuyi was personally selected by Mrs. Wu, and she didn't show up, which is not very suitable, and now it seems that things at that time were not simple.

The eldest lady was pregnant, but Chu Xiuyi was hungry and cold, and Xiusun had already guessed what had happened to him. Thin clothes, thin face, and the fact that Chu Xiuyi has never been brought out since the eldest wife learned that she was pregnant, she was asked and only said that she was sick.

Although this is stupid, it is very much in line with the character of the old lady's mother-in-law.

Although it is too early, maybe the old lady and daughter-in-law have already learned the sex of the fetus in the womb.

The two chubby winter bamboo shoots have been exposed, he aimed the bamboo slices at the roots of the winter bamboo shoots, and poked them hard, after all, the bamboo slices did not have a hoe to use their hands, and after a few clicks, the winter bamboo shoots were loosened, and Chu Xiuyi's hands added a few blood marks.

Xiusun looked at this qiē, stretched out his little hand to the cuffs that were clenched, and gently tugged at his sleeves, "Brother Eleven, can you give me the bamboo shoots you dug today?" ”

The young man's arms froze, as if he was stunned, and he turned his head to look at her with a sad and angry expression, he wanted to stay calm, but he couldn't help it. This was just a simple request from a little sister, and he shouldn't have refused, but this little sister obviously didn't understand what these winter bamboo shoots meant to him, and he pursed his lips tightly, as if he was angry, helpless, and frustrated.

Xiusun pretended not to see it, and grinned and took out a huge purse from her arms, which was stuffed with osmanthus cake and rose halva, and in this cold air, the rich sweet fragrance could still lightly touch people's sense of smell.

Xiusun saw Chu Xiuyi swallowing her saliva involuntarily, looking at Mei Shengjin naturally, as if she felt that she was so shameless, Chu Xiuyi turned her head proudly, and said word by word, "I, no, want." ”

Xiusun didn't care, and stuffed the big purse into his arms, "Don't do it! ”

gave the little magpie a look, the little magpie understood, quickly picked up the winter bamboo shoots on the ground three times and two times and turned around and ran, Xiusun threw off his sleeves and followed the little magpie out of the bamboo forest.

After crossing the Yongdao and turning east, I arrived at the gate of the courtyard of the old fourth room, Ren's mother was looking under the lantern at the door, and saw Xiusun's master and servant coming back dirty, and couldn't help but blame, "Miss, where have you gone, go and wash, your grandmother will be angry if she finds out." ”

Xiusun said coquettishly, "Mother Ren, I want to eat the fried winter bamboo shoots with shepherd's cabbage you made." She pulled Ren's mother's sleeve and motioned to the little magpie to show her a few chubby winter bamboo shoots in her arms.

With the pale yellow light of the lantern, Ren's mother saw the full and round winter bamboo shoots clearly, and smiled and sorted out Xiusun's unkempt hair, "My good miss, isn't this embarrassing for the old slave?" It's been frosty, where can I go to get the lady to get shepherd's cabbage? ”

Xiusun's eyes rolled, "Then make winter bamboo shoots and duck soup, and my mother will take me to make it." ”

Ren's mother took Xiusun's hand and entered the door, and said softly, "My young lady, this is in the old mansion in Jiangpu, let the old slave do it, and when we go back to the old lady's yard, let's go to the small kitchen to do it together, okay?" ”

Xiusun nodded vigorously, gave Ren's mother a satisfied smile, handed over the winter bamboo shoots to Ren's mother, and took the little magpie into the house to wash her face and change clothes, without answering where Ren's mother went by herself.

The winter bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest are really good, and the next morning, Ren's mother served pickled bamboo shoots with porridge, which was tender and delicious, so I asked Ren's mother how to do it.

Ren's mother said with a smile, "This is simple, the fresh bamboo shoots are peeled and cut into shreds, boiled, sprinkled with salt and marinated overnight, and then taken out the next day and scooped with well water, mixed with sesame oil and eaten." ”

After listening to Ren's mother's enthusiastic statement, Xiusun took another pair of chopsticks, and the taste seemed to be more crispy. The small kitchen in the old fourth room does not turn on the fire, and Ren's mother has to go to the kitchen in the inner courtyard if she wants to add vegetables to her, which is more troublesome than at home.

She suddenly remembered the young man she met in the bamboo forest yesterday evening, with a pale face like paper, a skeleton like bamboo poles, braving the cold wind for a few bamboo shoots, how would he cook these bamboo shoots when he brought them back, it must not be made into a side dish for dinner, does he have food to eat.

Xiusun felt a little distressed, feeling that this was because her heart had actually reached the age of getting married and having children, so her motherhood was so big that she couldn't take it.

She decided not to go against her nature.

In the evening of this day, Xiusun took the little magpie to hold a food box with a red lacquer and gold gourd grass pattern waiting by the bamboo forest, and after the last ray of sunlight was hidden, Chu Xiuyi's figure appeared in the bamboo forest on time.

Xiusun hurriedly went over to grab him, and said with a smile, "Brother Eleven, it's so coincidental, digging bamboo shoots." (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's second update, tomorrow's two more, and there are no more than 3,000 words......