"The main thing is to thank the master's family, the rent is less, the people in the village are happy, they can eat enough every day, they don't have to starve, and no one will freeze to death in winter."

Look, what a simple requirement, as long as you have enough food and will not freeze in winter, it is a very happy day.

But even in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, this was a luxury.

"Uncle Wen Quan, it's not too early, let's stay for dinner."

After the house was cleaned up, it was already dark outside, and Fang Yiai invited him.

Fang Wenquan licked his lips, rubbed his rough hands, and was already salivating, "You're welcome, hehe...... I heard Erlang's name of gluttony earlier, and today I finally have the opportunity to taste it. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Chumo burst out laughing, he didn't expect Fang Yiai's reputation to spread so far, as if he didn't have a good reputation outside.

Fang Yiai is not like the ancients, he values his face more than anything else, as long as he is comfortable, "It's okay to have more bowls and chopsticks, if Uncle Wen Quan is willing, he will come to eat in the future." ”

When the wine and food came up, Fang Wenquan was dazzled, and he didn't know how to start for a while?

"Uncle Wen Quan, try sweet and sour pork ribs."

Fang Wenquan grinned, lowered his head and gnawed on it, until it was tasteless, he spit out the bones, and then looked at the dishes on the table, but only ate rice.

"What's wrong, not to your liking?"

"The children in the family have never eaten it, so I don't eat it and save some and bring it back to them."

Fang Yiai was stunned for a moment, and did not laugh at him, but instead tried to pick up vegetables for him, "Don't worry, there are so many in the kitchen, bring one when you leave." ”

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Yiai just woke up, Qiao'er came happily, "Young master, young master, the villagers have sent a lot of things, saying that they are for the young master to recuperate." ”

He took a look, there were mostly chickens, ducks, eggs, etc., a few eggs in a family, but more or less they were some hearts, and the Fang family was good in the hearts of the villagers.

When he came to the village yesterday, he was injured and lying on the car, and everyone saw it.

To be honest, he was very moved in his heart, although he knew in his heart that most of them came to the Fang family, but he was not a stingy person, and he sent a sheep to his family.

When I was a child, there was a saying in my hometown.

Ill-gotten gains should be spent as soon as possible, otherwise they will be retributed, I don't know if this is the reason? Today, I suffered an unjustified disaster, and I was beaten again.

Qiao'er's temper has disappeared, what should I do if I don't get rid of it, and I met a young master who didn't understand the amorous feelings.

However, when she saw Xueyun, she still spoke coldly, feeling that she was not qualified to be the head of the house.

Of course, the most important thing is that Xue Yun robbed her of her work and poured wine for the young master, which was originally her own work. Xue Yun talked and laughed with them, and the young master's cup was empty, and she filled it casually.

Spring is coming.

The winter chill has receded, and the summer heat has not yet come, and the weather is at its most pleasant.

With such good weather, it's a pity to stay in the house all the time, and the injury of the house is not healed, and he can't run around casually, and he often plays in the courtyard.

Kiosk.

The eldest grandson Chong and Fang Yiai were playing against each other, and the Cheng brothers, Qiao'er, and Xueyun were watching intently from the side, tense with the situation on the chessboard......

Fang Yiai suddenly proposed, "Miss Xueyun, at this time, you should play a song." ”

Xue Yun pursed her lips and smiled lightly, still doing as he said.

Zheng Zheng Zheng ......

Soon, the melodious sound of the piano sounded.

On the chessboard, the black and white sons are like two dragons, you chase me, chase and intercept, and kill a dark place.

Suddenly, Fang Yiai's son fell, laughed loudly, returned the chess pieces in his hand to the chess box, hugged his fists and said: "Hahaha, the eldest grandson has admitted it!" ”

"One, two, three, four, five, win! Hee-hee, the young master has won! Qiao'er counted carefully and jumped up happily.

Yes, you guessed it right, the two played backgammon.

In recent days, the small days of Fang Yiai's love have been very leisurely.

Every day, whether tasting delicious food or playing games between two people, Fang Yiai mumbled out chess, Go, military flags, and backgammon.

There's no way, his Go skills are very scummy, just to the point of understanding the rules.

Among them, the most powerful player in Go is Changsun Chong, and even Xueyun, who is proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, is not his opponent.

is worthy of being the descendant of the old yin man, the one on the chessboard is called a sinister and cunning, scheming!

Backgammon is much better, simple and clear, easy to start, there are not so many twists and turns, and he can rely on this to get back with Changsun Chong.

Qiao'er also saw it, and soon spread to the next people, and became the entertainment of the little maids, the young master is not a harsh master, as long as the daily work is done well, there is nothing to do on weekdays, and there is rich time.

She used the techniques she learned from Fang Yiai to kill all sides in the maid, which made her very happy.

Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang are even more addicted to the military flag, and they have to kill two games every day.

The house is fragrant every day.

As a result, many children came to smell the fragrance, and Fang Yiai couldn't stand it, so they shared a mouthful of each. Slowly, as soon as the meal arrives, there will be little kids waiting at the back door.

After a bite of food, you will leave beautifully.

……

The time entered February, and the spring rains began to continue.

Looking at this drizzle, the eldest grandson Chong committed the illness of a literati and a writer, and if he wrote any good poems, he asked Fang Yiai to compose poems.

Xueyun also looked forward to it, and Fang Yiai reluctantly wrote a poem for the sake of the beauty's face.

Seeing that he wrote so easily, the eldest grandson Chong really regarded him as a god, and he didn't give up, feeling that one poem was not enough, so he asked him to write poems every day.

Fuck.

Lao Tzu doesn't remember many poems, he wrote them all at once, how can he pretend to be forced in the future! Just ignore him.

After this period of recuperation, Fang Yiai's injury is almost better, at least he can go down to the ground, and often stand at the door to see the state of life.

The farmers, who are dusty every day, have a tired face, and begin to be busy with spring ploughing.

After several days of spring rains, their faces became a little more sad, and they even began to see people going down to the ground in the rain.

"Uncle Wen Quan, what's wrong?"

On this day, seeing Fang Wenquan passing by worriedly, Fang Yiai finally couldn't help it and asked.

Hearing the voice, he stopped, turned to look in the direction of the voice, and barely squeezed out a smile, "It turned out to be Erlang!" ”

Just now he was in a hurry, and he didn't notice Fang Yiai.

Then, with a long sigh, he said, "Alas! This year, the fields thawed late, and the ground had not yet been ploughed, and it had rained for several days, and the ground was like a mud pond, and there was no way to get in. ”

"If this rain continues, it will be too late to plant crops, and it will not be ripe in the autumn." Fang Wenquan said, his wrinkled face showing a sad look.