Although Du Shiyi never accepted the previous precious medicinal materials, and also refused to move to the Chongshan Courtyard on the Junji Peak of Songyang Temple, after Sun Zifang left the prescription back, Songyang Guan still sent Daotong to send two heavy bags of medicine. One pack is for Du Shisanniang to treat wind chill and fever, and the other pack is for Du Shiyi to nourish his body and nourish his vitality. This time, Du Shiyi naturally did not refuse, and after thanking him, he ordered Zhuying to accept it.

Zhuying, who was also cold and feverish because of the rain, was almost fine after Du Shiyi's needle, but he insisted on refusing to take any more injections and taking medicine. And because the vegetables, eggs, oil and salt she bought before were enough to eat, she stayed at home wholeheartedly, just taking care of her brother and sister.

A flicker is a count. Seeing that Du Shiyi recovered very quickly, Du Shisanniang only felt that the bitter medicine that she had feared most since childhood was not bitter, and her body gradually recovered. Although she vaguely felt that Du Shiyi seemed to be a little different from the brother who talked eloquently outside but was often silent at home, she undoubtedly preferred the brother in front of her who cared about her everywhere. Besides, it is not surprising that he has gone through a life-and-death situation.

After frowning and drinking the bitter medicine in the bowl in one go, she looked around and saw that Du Shiyi was not in the house, so she couldn't help but ask, "Brother?" ”

"Lady, Lang Jun is in the bamboo forest outside." Seeing Du Sanniang's thoughts, Zhu Ying explained softly, "Lang Jun said early this morning that he wanted to read, but I found the books in the bookbox, and Lang Jun flipped through them and threw them away, saying that he wanted to write. But this time, I found the four treasures of the study, moved the seat in the light outside, and stood aside to stretch the paper for Lang Jun, but Lang Jun only glanced at it and frowned, wrote a few words, and then dropped his things and went to the bamboo forest. If it weren't for the time for the lady to take the medicine, I would really not be at ease. ”

Hearing this, Du Sanniang couldn't help but be suspicious and worried. It's easy for my brother to finally recover from a serious illness, if it really evokes the old pain and hurts again, wouldn't it be a waste of all his previous efforts? Thinking about it, although he knew that his brother's fame in Fan Chuan in the past was not easy to come by, some of the four treasures of the study room that he brought on this trip were given by the Du family, and some were given by other relatives, most of them came from extraordinary backgrounds and were extremely precious, not to mention the books in the bookbox that were snatched up for the rest of his life after the fire in the old house, and he never thought of selling them when he was most embarrassed to seek medical treatment everywhere.

But at this moment, she finally said with a heart: "Ming, you quietly put away these things, and if Brother wants it again, he will say that he can't find it." Before we go back to Chang'an, we'll sell all of this! ”

"Why do you sell good haode things?"

While speaking, Du Shiyi entered the room from the outside. He glanced at Du Sanniang, whose face suddenly turned pale, and the bamboo shadow on the side, and then said in a deep voice: "It's all good things that are hard to buy, if you let the mediocre people go, it will be ruined for no reason." Thirteen Niang, you don't have to worry about it, I haven't reached the point where I see the hurt of things. ”

"Brother......

Du Shisanniang's appearance of stopping at words, Du Shiyi saw it in her eyes and sighed in her heart. He really wanted to read and write in the morning not for anything else, but because he had recuperated from these few rì, and planned to read books to kill time, or to write and practice his hands. When he picked up the scrolls, which were often several meters long, he really felt out of place. As for writing...... Bamboo Shadow gathered the four treasures of the study, and then accompanied Jiashi, who was pulling paper on one side, so that some of his memories were immediately revived.

Writing at the desk was the writing posture after the Song and Ming dynasties, and in this era, sitting cross-legged on the seat, rolling the paper into a roll, and then holding the roll in the left hand and writing with the right hand, this is the natural sense. Even if it is a family like the Du family that can afford to buy servants and servants, at most let people roll out the paper on the side to accompany them, and the real writing has to be hung on the wrist paper.

The problem is that Du Shiyi has received such an education since he was a child, and he is naturally willing to give it a try, and his body can get used to such a writing posture, and the words written are good or bad, but the low efficiency really makes him unbearable.

Moreover, he learned from Takekage that there were only a handful of papers left in the bookcase, even a few ink pills, and if they ran out, they would have to buy something else. If you want to practice calligraphy, unless he is like the ancients, he writes with clear water and writes a thousand strokes, otherwise he has to think of another way!

However, in front of Du Sanniang, he said casually: "It's okay, I just looked at the deep bamboo forest outside, thinking that if the person recommended by Brother Sima arrived, I would ask someone to cut a few bamboos down, and I would like to add a few more furnishings." ”

As soon as the words fell, I only heard a familiar hearty voice from outside: "Du Xiaolangjun is here?" ”

This time, seeing Du Shiyi's surprise on his face and about to go out, Zhuying immediately stood up quickly and walked out the door. After going out, when she saw the end of the fence, Sima Heiyun was followed by a ** upper body, with a strong physique, a dark body, and a bag of various farm tools in her hand, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at the shape of the young man, it seems to be a Kunlun slave? Even in Chang'an, such a Kunlun slave costs at least 100,000 yuan, and most of them are noblewomen's daughters who are used to lead horses and pedal, Lang Jun only plans to hire an ordinary honest farmer, how did he send such a person over?

Doubts are doubts, Zhuying still walked quickly to the fence and opened the courtyard door, and then she found that Du Shiyi also came out of the thatched hut. Last time, she already knew that this Sima Heiyun was just a servant, but now that Du Shiyi was still a big brother of Sima and was close to him, she frowned slightly, and then tiptoed back to the grass house.

Seeing that Du Sanniang had half-sat up with her arms up, she hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and when Du Sanniang asked softly, she had no choice but to say: "It was Sima Heiyun who sent us back in the rain before, and brought Sun Daochang to treat the lady." ”

"It turned out to be the one." Du Sanniang nodded thoughtfully, and then instructed Zhuying, "Before Sun Daochang came to the door, there was only white water at home to entertain guests, but now my illness is much better, my brother's illness peaks and turns, and the expenses are already limited, the next time you go to the market, remember to buy some fruits for buttermilk, and then there will be no more guests who will not be too embarrassed." ”

Zhuying was about to speak, when she heard that Du Shiyi and Sima Heiyun had entered the room outside, she quickly nodded and went to the outer room, and after tidying up the seat and sending water, she lowered her hand and retreated to the side, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at the young Kunlun slave who was kneeling at the door and looking around with a curious face. Fortunately, she didn't wait long, and after a few words of greeting, Sima Heiyun said the topic happily.

"Du Xiaolangjun said last time that he wanted a reliable person who could farm, so he brought this Kunlun slave with him. To tell the truth, this time I also followed the master of my family to Songyang to watch Panhuan for a while, but since Du Xiaolangjun entrusted him, he originally planned to go to the neighboring village to have a look. It just so happened that a certain person went to Dengfeng County with the protagonist yesterday, but he met someone who sold this Kunlun slave as street goods, and the price was only 10,000 yuan, less than one-tenth of the market value, but no one cared.

I asked the left and right to learn that the original master of this Kunlun slave had a good taste for the countryside, so although he was only fourteen, he had a good farm work since elementary school, and the rest of the errands of leading horses and pedaling, and guarding before and after the saddle, but he didn't know anything, and he didn't know anything about the rules of being a servant and a maid, only brute force. Because the original master passed away, the family sold it before leaving Dengfeng, but every time he did something wrong to anger the main family to be sold, and now it has been several times, and the value has fallen from the original 120,000 yuan to the current 10,000 yuan and no one buys it.

10,000 yuan to buy a pot-bellied man who can only do farm work, who wants to? But as long as Du Xiaolangjun can do work, the protagonist laughed and said that this person is just right, and he will buy it back for 8,000 yuan. He is not afraid of the cold and heat, and he can get by cutting some bamboo in the yard to build a shed, which is more reliable than hiring people. The family who sold him also sold him to several families and gave away farm tools that they had always carried with them, and his value was almost equivalent to giving it away for nothing. If Du Xiaolangjun feels bad, he will take him back, and then he will be sent to the Eastern Capital to sell. ”

Hearing this, Du Shiyi had to look at this young Kunlun slave carefully. Seeing that when he heard Sima Heiyun's words, his head immediately lowered, and he looked a little obviously frustrated, he couldn't help but think for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Anyway, all I want is a person who cares about the fields and grows some melons, fruits and vegetables, and I don't want him to serve closely, so it doesn't matter if I understand the rules or not. Only his worth is 8,000 yuan, and I don't hide it from Brother Sima, because of my illness, my sister almost lost all her family property, and now she is tearing down this grass house and family belongings and selling them in pieces, and I will never be able to take out so much. ”

"It's not in a hurry, and it's going to be made later."

Hearing Sima Heiyun say this, Du Shiyi immediately shook his head: "I can't say the word rì. I have already accepted the deep friendship of Brother Sima, and I absolutely do not dare to receive such a valuable gift again. If you don't have merit, I have to give you the value of this Kunlun slave.

It is better to do this now, and now that I have recovered from a serious illness, I can do nothing else, but blindly recuperating from my illness is not only useless to my body, but also has nothing to do. I have been reading and learning since I was a child, and I have been abandoned for a long time due to a serious illness, but copying books is still a make, I don't know if the master of your mansion has any classics and books that need to be copied? How much should it cost to copy a book, even if it is how much, it will be converted into his value after rì! ”

Hearing Du Shiyi say this, Sima Heiyun was surprised at first, and then Zuihou smiled: "Since Du Xiaolangjun has already made up his mind, he went back to the master of my family." ”

After talking about this matter, Du Shiyi's heart was suddenly relieved, and she stayed for a while before sending Sima Heiyun away. Only when he saw the person disappear at the end of the path did he look down at the young Kunlun slave on the side of the door, and asked thoughtfully, "What's your name?" ”

The swarthy young Kunlun slave looked up at his new master, and then said, "The previous names were all taken by the previous masters, please give Lang Jun a new name." ”

Faced with such a sentence, Du Shiyi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Then what name did your first master give you?" ”

This time, the young Kunlun Nu's answer was very refreshing: "The name Xue Shaofu gave me is Tian Mo." The field of the soil, the Mo of the well. ”

Hearing that he clearly stated the origin of this first name, Du Shiyi immediately spoke: "Then let's call it Tian Mo." Since you are doing good farm work with that Xue Shaofu, I will hand over all these fields in the courtyard outside to you. ”

This familiar name was lost, and Tian Mo's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement. He didn't want to think about it, so he knelt down and kowtowed directly and said, "Thank you Langjun!" ”

Kowtowed and recognized the master, Tian Mo immediately went out with a firewood knife, cut a few bamboos in the bamboo forest and built a shed to protect him from the wind and rain. After lunch, he spent the whole afternoon turning over the two barren fields on the left and right of the courtyard. Sweating profusely, he planned to fetch water again, but he learned from Zhuying's mouth that there was a well behind the thatched hut, and the mountain stream was next to it, so he wiped his forehead and smiled: "In the past, when I was in Xue Shaofu, I always went to the mountain stream a mile away to fetch water to irrigate melons and fruits, and Xue Shaofu has always praised the delicious vegetables I grow. ”

When Du Sanniang in the back room heard this, she couldn't help but say to Du Shiyi for a while: "Brother, there are many people in this kind of vegetable cultivation club, and that Xue Shaofu actually used such a high-priced Kunlun slave to do these farm things, no wonder other families bought it and sold him two days later." Look at his diligent appearance that he can't be idle at this moment, and he will feel depressed when he uses it to be a follower for others! ”

"Therefore, most of the people who sold him will feel that his first master, Xue Shaofu, was a strange and tyrannical creature back then." Du Shiyi smiled slightly, suddenly remembered something, and immediately walked slowly to the door, looked at Tian Mo, who was holding a wooden scoop and drinking water, and asked, "Tian Mo, what do you say is the best thing to plant in the field at this time?" ”

Tian Mo, who put down the water scoop, immediately straightened his waist and said without thinking: "It is best to plant melons and fruits at this time, courgette, Kunlun melon, and wead, if you want to plant something else, it will be too late in season." However, this bit of land is too little, if Lang Jun is willing, he can reclaim a few more pieces of land in the bamboo forest, and although most of the bamboo shoots at this time are a little old, you can find some young ones, and it is appropriate to dig some bamboo shoots to make any dishes. And now it's chūn day, wild vegetables are everywhere on the mountain, in the past, Xue Shaofu liked to taste a fresh season, and it took half a day to pick up a basket! ”

Tian Mo took a bite of Xue Shaofu, and other masters might be unhappy when they heard it, but Du Shiyi didn't care about it at all. What those rich and noble families want is for Kunlun slaves to lead horses and kick to fill the scene, Tian Mo's farm work skills are naturally secretly invested, but when it comes to himself who lacks everything, this alone can solve the biggest urgent need. After all, although the bamboo shadow is clever, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice!

"Okay, then you can take out all the copies you practiced in Xue Shaofu!"

After a long time, he changed hands to many people, and once again saw affirmation and appreciation in the eyes of the new owner, Tian Mo was surprised and happy for a while. And Du Shiyi turned around and returned to the house, and he heard an irrepressible cheer outside, and his mood couldn't help but improve.