Wen Yun naturally followed Wen Qing Wensheng.

When the family came to the place where the village gathered, many people laughed softly, and some began to discuss Wenqing.

"Wensheng, this is red beans, that's all there is left. When you plant red beans, you can plant a batch first, and then plant if you can, and ask others if you can't feed them, and don't waste the remaining bag. ”

Wen Sheng listened to Wang Miao's words, nodded approvingly, and said with a smile: "Thank you so much." ”

Wang Miao smiled softly, walked to the front of the crowd, and raised his voice: "Let's go!" ”

Wen Qing glanced at the people present attentively, and there was no figure of the man from last night. She lowered her head and met the look in the eyes of the above.

"Mother, aren't you happy?"

Wen Qing smiled, "No." ”

She found herself smiling all the time now, completely different from before. It's not the same, at least don't worry Wensheng Wenyun.

The next village is not far from here, and when he passed by the lake outside the village, Wen Qing subconsciously looked for Wang Zhuangyuan, but he didn't come. Also, I heard that his family is the poorest, how can there be something to exchange?

Wen Qing was carrying some silver in his arms, so he had this event.

The exchange of food and household utensils between villages has existed as early as the primitive period. Later, the development of cultural ******** gave rise to the concept of division of labor. Based on her observations these days, Wen Qing estimated the dynasty in which she was located, and found that this era seemed to be from the Sui and Tang dynasties, and now it is close to the Song Dynasty.

Because the ladies they saw in the city yesterday were dressed similarly to the skirts and horse-faced skirts of women in the Song Dynasty, and there were jade rings tied around their waists. The jade ring is at least an ornament that only the wealthy can afford, and is used to suppress the skirt to maintain the elegant and solemn posture of the woman when walking.

The Song Dynasty is not far from modern times, about a thousand years. It's a pity that this is still an overhead dynasty, and she has nowhere to find it.

Wen Qing took Wen Yun's hand and continued to walk forward, and he arrived over a small hill. Wen Sheng seemed to walk to their left side casually, blocking out most of their curious glances.

Or a good person spoke: "Wensheng, your daughter's health seems to be almost better?" ”

Wen Sheng sighed, which was counted as an answer. He didn't continue, because Wen Qing took advantage of people's inattention to pinch the soft flesh on his waist.

Wen Sheng twisted his face, didn't dare to cry out in pain, and felt aggrieved in his heart, so he could only sniff and push Wen Qing's hand slightly.

"Little Ancestor, let go!"

He said in a low voice.

Wen Qing is as good as a stream, and at that moment Wen Sheng felt that his soul was liberated, and the feeling of breaking free from pain was really sad and happy, and it was wonderful.

Wen Yun sneered on the side, he covered his lips with his right hand, a pair of big eyes didn't know who he looked like, and the light in them made people's hearts melt.

He smiled and said, "It's funny, Grandpa is afraid of his mother." ”

Wen Sheng was entangled, he wanted to say anything but didn't dare to say anything, so he could only look at Wen Qing sadly. As a result, Wen Qing didn't appreciate it, her expression was indifferent and she didn't squint, as if the person who came to Hu just now was not her.

Wen Sheng's shoulder was suddenly touched.

"Wensheng, your daughter looks much smarter than before, what's wrong? What panacea were eaten? ”

A sturdy man who looked like a monkey leaned over, and his meaningful eyes turned and turned on Wen Qing's body.

Wen Qing only glanced at it, and knew the essence of this person - not a good person.

But whether he is a bad guy or not remains to be seen.

After all, white and black are both ideal colors, and most people's hearts have more or less parts of both, and the soul is also colorful, depending on whose heart is darker and whose heart is whiter.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and spoke to Wen Yun, "Do you know all the people in the village?" ”

Wen Yun looked at her and nodded, her eyes trembling up and down with his movements, seeing wisdom in ignorance.

Wen Qing recalled the specific appearance of the man last night, and described them to Wen Yun one by one. After all, she was a primary school teacher, her language was easy to understand, her description was appropriate, and Wenyun was even more witty, so she opened her mouth and replied: "My mother asked Zhang Laosan, right?" ”

"Who is Zhang Laosan?"

Wen Yun said: "He was a relative of the village chief's family, a person from outside, and later he didn't know why, so he stayed." ”

He thought for a while, and then said: "Mother, he often comes to our house, I don't think he seems to be a good person, you suddenly asked him, was he bullied?" ”

Wen Qing shook his head, patted his head with his hand, and said softly, "No." I asked him, just curious. ”

"Okay. If you want to ask anyone else, you can ask me, I know everything! ”

Wen Yun raised a clear and soft little face, and Wen Qing only felt that his heart had turned into a puddle of water.

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled softly.

There was a gentleness and serenity on her face that she had never noticed.

Next to him, the man still wanted to talk to Wen Sheng, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Wen Qing's gentle smiling face, his heart moved, he slowed down in a daze, Wen Sheng glanced at it, and the chill in his eyes seemed to be absent.

The man froze in place as if he was frozen, and the eyes of the man were ......

When he looked closely, he was talking and laughing with Wen Qing, where was the murderous aura just now?

Anyway, he didn't dare to step forward.

In a short time, the family village arrived. All the villagers of Chengjia Village gathered in this big mansion and greeted the people of Wenjia Village with a smile.

In a sense, the exchange of food utensils was also a gathering.

The farthest place that people in the mountains go to is only Huayun City, and the number of times they go is only a handful. Most of them just wander around the nearby villages and Baisha Town, and there is little entertainment, so that each village has an appointment to meet together at a time, so that they can make more friends.

Wen Qing followed Wen Sheng in, she was wearing a man's coarse cloth short clothes, her long hair was only tied with a black strap, and her skin was white and soft that was rare in the mountain village, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"She looked at Mian Sheng, isn't she from your village?"

"You'd be wrong. The reason why she gave birth was because her father never took her out, and we didn't see her very often, let alone you. ”

Then the woman asked, "Who is her father?" ”

The woman in Wenjia Village shook her hand casually, and her attitude was obvious, "Wensheng! ”

"Who is Wensheng?"

It turned out that Wensheng had never participated in this event. For him, as long as he sells the pork and finds some idle things to do in the town of White Sands, it is already the whole output of the activity. Where else can I change here? Not to mention that Wen Qingmu was dull at that time, how dare Wen Sheng take her to a crowded place?

The woman from Wenjia Village found this question difficult to answer, so she quickly revealed it, and they chatted enthusiastically, while Wen Qing, Wensheng, and Wen Yun all went to do serious things.

"Wenyun, don't you want to eat sugar gourd? Do you know where there are hawthorns? ”

Wen Qing turned around most of the way, there was still a gap between this kind of small market and the market, and after a while, she was almost shopping, but she didn't find any hawthorns for sale along the way.

The mood fell, and when he was disappointed, Wen Yun suddenly pointed to a place and said, "That uncle sells fruits!" ”

He pulled Wen Qing over and stopped in front of the middle-aged man in the corner, and the stall in front of him was filled with all kinds of candied fruits, and there were really hawthorns.

Wen Qing asked, "Can I taste the taste of hawthorn?" ”

She was afraid that the hawthorn was not refreshing enough, after all, the weather was starting to get wet.

The stall owner was very happy, took a bite, and took one to Wenyun.

Wen Yun tasted the taste, and his stretched little face immediately wrinkled, he stuck out his tongue and whispered, "It's so sour." ”

The stall owner laughed and said, "Of course it's going to be sour." Authentic hawthorn is this taste, if you don't like it, little brother, you can also take a look at some of the fruits here, they are all made by my mother, which is very sweet. ”

Wen Qing finished eating the hawthorn without changing his color.

The taste is really good, very authentic.

She lowered her head and asked Wenyun, "Do you still eat rock sugar gourd?" ”

Wen Yun seemed a little hesitant.

"Isn't it sour?"

Wen Qing said: "I try to make it as sweet as possible." ”

Wen Yun thought for a while, showed an expression of death, and nodded.

Wen Qing smiled and bought some sweet preserves that Wen Yun liked, the stall owner saw that she bought a lot, and gave a little more, Wen Yun carefully held it in his arms, and was reluctant to eat it.

Wen Qing teased him and asked, "Did you bring your puppeteer?" ”

"I didn't bring it."

But the hand had already subconsciously touched into his arms.

Wen Qing was happy.

Wen Sheng walked over, "Everything has been bought?" ”

Wen Qing lowered his expression and said, "I bought it, I'll turn around." ”

"Okay, I'm on the iron-striking side, and if you're looking for me, go there."