Han Yu stared at her fingertips intently, and with her tender finger twisting, the thin bamboo strips swayed around like dogtail grass blown by the wind, her fingers were extremely flexible, whether it was silk reeling, female red or weaving, she could easily learn it well. On the contrary, it was the quill pen, which seemed to weigh hundreds of catties in her hands, and it was Long Twelve and Li Ye, who were also stronger than her.

Among all the girls, Han Yu is the oldest, and after the New Year, she will be thirteen years old. According to the "Book of Rites", men and women do not eat at the same table at the age of seven, but there is not much in Yuzhang Villa. Because of her age, Han Yu is also the most sensible, although she is shy by nature, she is extremely quick when taking care of those young girls.

Because of the charcoal fire burning in the house, Han Yu took off her coat and wore a jacket, Rao was like this, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her red face. Zhao Youju sat opposite her, at first she was still writing and drawing, but she inadvertently looked up at her appearance, unconsciously put down the pen in her hand, and looked at her in a daze.

It's not that Zhao Heju has any thoughts-he is only eight years old after the New Year, even if he has the heart and is powerless-but because of Han Yu's appearance, Zhao Youju is reminded of some things.

More than half a year ago, when Han Yu first arrived at Yuzhang Villa, she was just a bean sprout-like child, with a yellow face and thin muscles, but now it is completely different, not only is her face plump, but even her hair has become black and shiny, and she is no longer the yellow-haired girl caused by malnutrition. Her expression now looks very much like a female classmate of Zhao and Ju in later generations, the girl who was once his first love, who was at the same table with him in junior high school, and was like this when she was learning to do problems.

Looking at her, a long-lost warmth came to Zhao Youju's heart, and even the usual headache seemed to be much easier.

He didn't want to spoil this rare atmosphere, so he kept tilting his head to look at Han Yu, who finally finished the work in his hand before raising his head and glancing at Zhao Youju.

Although she felt that the little master's eyes were a little weird, Han Yu didn't think about it, smiled shyly, and raised the things in her hand: "Da Lang, it's done." ”

"Oh...... Thank you......" Zhao and Ju were slightly stunned, and said the word thank you like the habit of later generations. But he reacted immediately, and Han Yu waved his hand: "You go." ”

Han Yu got up and saluted, put the braided frame on Zhao Youju's desk, and then exited the study. After casually closing the door, Han Yu stayed at the door for a while, feeling that the little master seemed a little strange today.

She will be thirteen years old soon, and she knows some things, but because Zhao Heju is only eight years old, she doesn't think about it. He was stunned, and then trotted out of the yard to go to the silk reeling workshop on the mountain. was called by Zhao Heju to weave things this afternoon, and it was originally possible not to go there, but Han Yu is an idle personality and very sensible, and always wants to do more things for the little master.

After Han Yu left, Zhao Youju picked up the shelf she had made up, looked left and right, and felt extremely satisfied. He summoned the servants of the house, asked a pot of porridge to be cooked in the kitchen, and when the porridge arrived, he had it stirred into a paste.

"Da Lang is making Kong Ming lanterns?" Seeing that he was full of interest, Zhao Ziyue, who was a long-term follower, asked playfully.

"yes." Zhao Youju nodded, carefully pasting the paper: "The New Year is the New Year's Eve, I want to put a headlight ......" (Note 1)

"Why do you need to do it yourself, let the little one come." Zhao Zi said: "Da Lang only needs to say how to do it." ”

Zhao Youju didn't respond to him, and he was still concentrating on pasting paper. His hands-on ability is not strong, Han Yu did a good job, but he was messed up by him, and later, he was very frustrated and put the ugly Kong Ming lantern aside: "I really don't have the talent to do it." ”

Zhao Ziyue didn't speak again, just stood quietly to the side.

Since the winter solstice, Zhao and Ju have let Li Ye return to the child, so Zhao Ziyue is the only one who has always followed him. Zhao Zi said that he didn't talk much, and he was kind to his eyes, and after following Zhao Heju for a long time, he understood that he was just letting himself relax. Every day from the beginning of the day, Zhao and Ju are like the mill on the dam, always turning non-stop, and they really need to relax.

After a while, Zhao Youju picked up the branch pen again and drew a picture on the paper with a homemade wooden ruler. It didn't take long for him to draw the picture, fold the piece of paper and stuff it into his arms.

"Come with me to Fang Youcai." Zhao Youju moved his hands and feet and put on his thick clothes: "There are some things to do with him." ”

"It's cold outside, why don't you call him?" Zhao Ziyue asked again, he felt that Zhao Heju's expression seemed a little strange today.

"I want to go." Zhao Youju put on a hat for himself and sighed: "Let's go." ”

Zhao Ziyue trotted open the door for him, and after opening the door, a cold air poured in, making Zhao Youju shiver involuntarily.

The sky, which had been cloudy for several days, began to fall with snowflakes like jade shavings. Zhao Ziyue felt that Zhao Heju's expression was a little wrong, and when he went out, he glanced at the two villagers, and the two villagers followed.

The gentle slope where Fang Youcai lived, four rows of houses had been built, and it was surrounded by a low earthen wall, Fang Youcai lived in the easternmost part, and the house now is no longer the same as when he first came, although it is still adobe, but there is no concern about water leakage.

Fang Youcai's most important messenger now is to make some tables, chairs and benches for Yuzhang Villa, as well as some replacement parts for the mill and reeling car. Because he was relatively idle, he got the guidance of Zhao and Ju again, and also made some waterwheel plows for the farmers in the township, and only collected some materials, which was regarded as inviting the name of Yuzhang Villa.

Zhao Youju entered his yard and vaguely heard a voice inside, Zhao Youju didn't care, but said which farmer came to ask Fang Youcai to make something, so he pushed the door open and went in. The room was naturally warmer than outside, but the smell of smoke was heavy, so Fang Youcai looked up and saw that it was Zhao Heju, and immediately saluted Zhao Heju. Zhao Youju glanced at him, then turned his gaze to the person who was talking to him, and was slightly stunned.

This person is only in his twenties, he looks like a scholar when he is dressed, and when he sees Zhao Heju, his eyebrows and eyes do not move, and he still says to himself: "You carpenter is so ignorant of things, I just want to see your craftsmanship, why do you repeatedly refuse?" ”

Fang Youcai moved a chair for Zhao Youju, ignoring the man, Zhao Youju looked at him: "Who is he and why is he making noise here?" ”

"You baby......" The man heard that Zhao Heju's tone was not good, but he was not angry, but after speaking, he turned to Fang Youcai: "You are busy first, and I will talk to you later." ”

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("Why is this man here?") Zhao Youju asked Fang Youcai in a low voice. Da Lang, this person is so rude, he even wanted to ask me for a recommendation vote, I said that I voted for a recommendation, but he didn't believe it! Zhao Heju's heart sank, no wonder he changed the list today, "Da Song Golden Finger" retreated again and again, it turned out that someone came to pry the ticket, he looked at the person and snorted: "Dare to dig up my ticket, come to someone, close the door, and let Xiaoqiang go!" ”）

Note 1: In modern times, the Hakka people still have the custom of putting Kong Ming lanterns on the eve of the New Year.