A fence wall, a wooden door, and two wooden huts that can only be seen on television stand in the middle of the large courtyard, which is very different from the masonry houses of the rest of the village.

Yan Murong complained about the old man more than once, saying that you are a stinky old man, and it is okay to learn from other people's heroes to live in seclusion, why do you even learn from other people's houses? What age are you now, you still live in a wooden house, a wooden bed, and a fence yard. Can this prevent fire and theft? -- Besides, you can't freeze people to death in winter.

So, in winter, the old man didn't know where to get a pitch-black iron stove, started to make a fire to keep warm, and sent Yan Murong to go up the mountain every day to chop wood.

The low temperature of minus thirty or forty degrees, Yan Murong didn't want to go, but he was worried that he would freeze if he didn't go, so he went up the mountain very aggrievedly, and took the important position of the chief woodcutter of Happy Village for the sake of food and clothing.

After a few months, when he saw this small courtyard where he had lived for nearly ten years, Yan Murong sighed and even missed it a little.

However, he didn't worry about heat and cold now, but - this house was not soundproofed, and if he did something at night, wouldn't he let the old man listen to it?

The gate was relatively small, and the wide Mercedes-Benz RV couldn't drive into the courtyard, so several people had to get out of the car, took out a stretcher from the car, and carried Dong Wuxian into the yard.

"Old man, where are you, old man?" Yan Murong opened his throat and shouted. "Came out to pick up the guests."

Su Qingwu and Dong Wuyan were shocked, listening to Yan Murong's words, they remembered that in the costume TV series, they were both forty or fifty years old, still wearing a red dress, two catties of flour on their faces, and a small handkerchief in their hands.

As long as someone enters, she will shout the line of picking up customers, and then the guest officers will graciously take out a silver ingot and stuff it into her neckline.

This profession was called the old bustard in ancient times, and with the changes of the times and the progress of society, people gave this profession a nice name - Mama Sang. It sounds so full of motherly love.

Of course, the practitioners of this profession are also more exposed, more youthful, and the heavy silver has become red and bright banknotes, which are not too much space to be stuffed into the chest, and can be stuffed a lot - look, this kind of profession is very suitable for the kind of woman with deep chests and grooves.

Yan Murong shouted twice in a row, and the courtyard was quiet, except for the two pigs raised in the pigsty at one end of the courtyard wall, which snorted twice, there was no movement.

"This old man isn't at home?" Yan Murong muttered. "But why don't you know how to lock the door when you go out?"

"No one?" Su Qingwu asked strangely.

"I guess I'm going up the mountain." Yan Murong thought about it and said. "Let's go, then carry her to my room."

The two houses made of wood are at 90 degrees and want to lean, needless to say, the main house must be the old man's, and the smaller one on the side is Yan Murong's.

Pushing open the door, everything in the house is in front of several people's eyes.

The cottage of more than ten square meters is very clean and extremely simple.

A wooden table, two wooden chairs, and a wooden bed are all the belongings in this room. Aside from a light bulb overhead, I didn't see anything that could be powered on.

"You're going to live here?" Su Qingwu's pretty face was full of surprise, and she looked at Yan Murong in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Yan Murong, as the crown prince of the Yan family, the third generation of the red and Miao Zheng, was in Yanjing, where no one cared about running sideways on the road, how could he live in such a humble house? Can this place be inhabited?

Su Qingwu thought, if you put a roof on the pigsty outside, it is estimated that it will be no different from the house where Yan Murong lives, right?

Dong Wuyan also looked at everything in the wooden house with a curious expression, his eyes were full of doubts, but he didn't ask Yan Murong anything.

"yes, I'll live here." Yan Murong said with a smile. "How's that, doesn't it feel like you're in a secluded paradise?"

"Nope." Su Qingwu shook her head. "It's just weird - can this place be inhabited?"

"How do you talk?" Yan Murong said depressedly. "Why can't this place be inhabited by people if it has walls and roofs, beds and quilts?"

"It's not." Su Qingwu said. "I mean, there's just one bed here, where are we going to stay at night?"

"Follow me."

With that, Yan Murong took the two women into the old man's hut.

Compared with Yan Murong's cottage, the old man's room was much more spacious, adding a total of three rooms, a living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen.

Taking the two girls to the old man's bedroom, Yan Murong pointed to the wooden bed that was one size bigger and said. "Stay here at night."

"What about your master?" Su Qingwu asked.

"Leave him alone." Yan Murong said. "That old man's character is better, let him go out and spend the night."

"What about you?"

"Me? I live here too. Yan Murong said shyly. Don't worry, don't look at this bed is wooden, but it is very sturdy, although it is not big, but it is still possible to squeeze three people. ”

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Possibly." Yan Murong nodded very seriously. "I have a bad character, and since I was a child, I have made the neighbors' houses noisy, and they will definitely not let me stay overnight."

"Then you'll sleep next door." Su Qingwu said.

"Next door?" Yan Murong said strangely. "My bed is small, you can see it—besides, how can I squeeze a bed with a patient?"

"I mean the other side." Su Qingwu said with a strange smile.

"The other side?"

"Yes, the other side." As he spoke, Su Qingwu pulled Yan Murong into the courtyard and pointed to the pigsty and said. "There it is."

Yan Murong was speechless.

This woman is so hateful, even if you don't want to sleep in the same bed with me, you don't have to.

As he was speaking, Su Qingwu's face changed, and Yan Murong was inexplicable.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Mu asked sullenly, he was fine just now, why did he change his face again?

"I-" Su Qingwu hesitated for a long time, her face was dyed with a flush, and she said with a squeak. "I-I want to go to the bathroom."

"Bathroom?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed proudly. Reaching out to the open space behind the courtyard, he said. "Go ahead, just there, find a place where no one is around, whatever you want."

"How's that going to work?" Su Qingwu said with a flushed face. "How can you be outside?"

"So where do you want to go? That's what we do. Yan Murong smiled cheaply. Don't worry, as long as you close your eyes, there are thatched houses everywhere. ”