Ye Liyan took Ai Qiaoqiao to pick up Ruo Huaixi.

There were several wine jars piled up in the courtyard, and Ruo Huaixi was squatting under the tree digging wine jars with a fox fur wrapped around his body and a small shovel in his hand.

Ye Lixian walked over and stood behind Ruo Huaixi, holding his shoulders and watching.

"It's a pity that this year's digging was late, the soil was frozen, and two jars were smashed." Ruo Huaixi shook his head in distress.

"Who told you not to dig earlier." Ye Liyu said lightly.

"If you had said earlier that you would pick me up for the New Year, I would have dug it out a long time ago, so why wait until now." Ruo Huaixi was dissatisfied.

"Is it to blame for our late invitation?" Nightfall looked down at him.

"Forget it, since you sincerely repent, I won't blame you." Ruo Huaixi handed the shovel to the scholar and patted the floating dirt off his body.

The corners of Ai Qiaoqiao's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Why didn't I see it before, Ruo Huaixi still has such a scoundrel side.

Looking at the night again, his face was expressionless, and he thought that he had long been used to it.

There is a way that is close to Zhu is red, close to ink is black, and there is also a scoundrel side in the night, but everyone has never seen it.

Ai Qiaoqiao remembered all the things he had when he wanted to take advantage of himself like a scoundrel, and couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Ruo Huaixi saw Ai Qiaoqiao sneering and laughing alone, and said in a low voice to Ye Liyan: "What if you haven't done it yet?" ”

Ye Liyan glared at him fiercely.

"Qiaoqiao should be fourteen after the New Year, and she will soon become a big girl."

The light of the night flickered.

"You've passed this year, you're twenty-six, aren't you?" Ruo Huaixi shook his head, "I'm also twenty-two, old man, old man." ”

The corners of the forehead jumped out of the night and the green tendons instantaneously.

"Hey, Miss Qiaoqiao is still at the age of a flower." Ruo Waishi continued to ignore a black-faced fellow.

Ye Li's fingers subconsciously reached to his waist.

He really wanted to use a silver needle to seal the acupuncture of this mouthy guy in front of him.

What is old, he is only twenty-six, how can he be old!

Ai Qiaoqiao was busy carrying the wine jar with the scholar's command, and didn't notice them.

The jacket embroidered with the pattern of magpie climbing branches, the neckline also has a circle of silver-gray animal wool, coupled with Ai Qiaoqiao's fair complexion, it looks as cute from the side as a plum branch that blooms in early winter.

It's really like a flower.

The light in the eyes of the night is getting warmer, and even he doesn't realize that at this moment, the corners of his mouth are raised.

Instead of riding in the carriage in which he had left the night, he rode in his own car.

"We also have to pick up Master Xie and Aunt Fang." Ai Qiaoqiao reminded.

The carriage went to the Qiaoniang grocery store again, and the night left the funeral to send someone to Yicaotang to deliver the letter, and another carriage was transferred.

Ai Qiaoqiao stuck out his tongue, "Today is a big battle." ”

If the three carriages return to Xiaofang Village, they may attract the attention of many people.

"You're afraid of this kind of thing when you come." Ye Liyan raised his eyebrows disdainfully.

Ai Qiaoqiao laughed a few times and got out of the car to find Ai Xiaoling.

Fang Xianchun and Xiaoling didn't have much to carry with them, and Ai Qiaoqiao had everything there, so they didn't bring too many things.

But Xie Feng was different.

Because he was still injured, he had to take medicine, change dressings, and have a lot of bottles and cans every day.

Fortunately, Xie Feng injured his hands and tongue, and it was not a problem for him to move around, otherwise it would be really inconvenient for the Fang clan to take care of him.

The three carriages returned to Xiaofang Village.

Listening to the wind and rain, I had already packed up the room and waited for them.

"Why didn't Sister Ye Bing come back?" Ai Qiaoqiao noticed that Ye Bing's room was empty.

"She's not coming back for the New Year." Ye Liyan said, "There are still a lot of things for her to deal with over there. ”

Ye Bing is the second shopkeeper of Yicao Hall, so he naturally has a lot of errands.

"Can't rest during the New Year?" Ai Qiaoqiao was a little puzzled, Ye Liyan couldn't be so strict with his subordinates, and he wouldn't even let him rest during the New Year.

"She will celebrate the New Year with Shopkeeper Xu and them in Yicaotang, what are you worried about?" Nightfall pointed to her forehead.

Ai Qiaoqiao remembered that Shopkeeper Xu was actually very good at taking care of people, so he quickly let go of this matter and was busy helping the Fang family and them move things to the kitchen.

Because the wine jar is very heavy, Fang Shi and her can only move one at a time, and even if they work together, they can't move it, they can only fight on the side.

The wine jar had just been moved halfway when I suddenly heard a "bang" from the west wing, like the sound of porcelain breaking.

Ai Qiaoqiao was stunned.

She didn't feel distressed about breaking things, what she was worried about was that Xie Feng lived in the house over there.

"Ahh An exclamation from Ai Xiaoling sounded in the room, "Uncle Xie, your hand ......"

Ai Qiaoqiao and Fang's put down the wine jar and hurried to Xie Feng's house.

The floor was littered with teapot fragments, and hot water was spilled all over the floor.

Xiao Ling grabbed Xie Feng's arm, as if she was about to cry.

Xie Feng was very calm, and waved his hand to Xiao Ling to signal that he was fine.

Ai Qiaoqiao saw at a glance that Xie Feng was wet with a large piece of his sleeve.

"What's going on?" Fang Xianchun stepped forward and pulled her daughter over and took a closer look.

Xiao Ling pursed her mouth, "Mother, I'm in trouble." ”

Fang Xianchun was puzzled, but looking at the situation in the house, it should be Xiaoling's broken teapot.

But for some reason, the person who was scalded by the water was Xie Feng.

Xie Feng's tongue was still hurt, and he couldn't speak, so he could only wave his hand to Fang Xianchun.

Ai Qiaoqiao stepped forward to pull up Xie Feng's sleeve and found that the medicine cloth wrapped in his hand was all soaked with water.

"Change the dressing quickly, the wound can't be wet!" Listening to the wind and rain, they also followed in at some point, they knew some pharmacology, so when they saw that Xie Feng's wound was soaked with water, they hurriedly reminded him.

Ai Qiaoqiao wanted to help Xie Feng untie the medicine cloth in her hand, but she looked for it and didn't know how the medicine cloth was entangled.

"I'll do it." Fang Xianchun came over and said.

Ai Qiaoqiao stepped back a little, Fang Xianchun lowered his head and fiddled for a while, and quickly untied the medicine cloth in Xie Feng's hand.

Ai Qiaoqiao stood behind Fang Xianchun and glanced at Xie Feng's hand.

Blackened fingers, like strips of charcoal that have been burned.

With such a serious injury, can it really recover?

She couldn't help but have such thoughts.

But when I think about it again, there is a night away, and these should not be a problem.

After listening to the wind and rain and helping to adjust the medicine, he followed Ai Qiaoqiao and left.

Before leaving the door, Ai Qiaoqiao glanced back.

Fang Xianchun lowered his head and concentrated on helping Xie Feng bandage his wounds, and Xiao Ling stood there with tears in her eyes.

Xie Feng looked up at her, grinned hard, and smiled at her.

Ai Qiaoqiao knew that Xie Feng's tongue was still swollen, and a smile would involve the wound in his mouth, but even so, he still wanted to comfort the overwhelmed little girl in front of him.

Ai Qiaoqiao quietly closed the door and left.

The next day, Ai Qiaoqiao got up before dawn.

Fang Xianchun and Ai Xiaoling are also used to getting up early and gathering in the kitchen to wash radishes and rub them into shreds.

It's Xiao Nian soon, Ai Qiaoqiao wants to fry some meatballs, Zhang Wu went to the river to break the ice and catch fish a while ago, and gave her three, she wanted to fry some fish pieces along the way.

By the time the night left and Ruo Huaixi got up, the sun had already risen, and the entire courtyard of the old house was filled with the aroma of fried meatballs.