Feng Yin smiled at Ding Zhencai: "Since you are here, your aunt will not drive you out." ”

As he spoke, he turned around, "Come in." ”

Tang Jiu didn't dare to say anything because he had done something wrong, so he hurriedly unloaded the frame from the cow and got busy.

And Ding Zhenfang asked the little guy behind him to drive the carriage in.

Outside the Zhang family's compound, there were early risers in the neighborhood who saw the carriage and Ding Zhenyi, a well-dressed little man, and couldn't help but look over with curiosity.

Someone next to him muttered: "How can the Zhang family still have such relatives?" ”

"Hey, the Zhang family has lived here for so many years, when did you see his relatives come to his family?"

"Xu was passing by, and saw that Tang Jiu just came back with an ox cart, so he went to his house to ask for water to drink, right?"

"There is also this possibility, I didn't see Zhang Feng's face at Tang Jiu."

……

After experiencing Feng Yin's incident with Zhao Wu, the people in the village respected her more than in the past.

Even if there was anything, they didn't dare to talk about it in front of Feng Yin.

Feng Yin ignored everyone's discussions, and when she saw Ding Zhen and them coming in, she immediately ordered someone to close the courtyard door tightly.

She entered the hall with Ding Zhenyu and smiled politely, "Please take a seat." ”

"Auntie."

Ding Zhencai didn't dare to sit down immediately, but looked at her uneasily, "The little nephew knows that he came rashly, and he is a little reckless. ”

"But you haven't been delivering goods for a long time, can't you do it, little nephew?"

Feng Yin looked up at him, looking at him with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, without saying a word.

Ding Zhenyu's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he sneered: "Auntie, don't look at your little nephew like this, okay?" Let's make it clear if we have something to say. The little nephew is afraid of your eyes. ”

"You have something to do with me, and you won't let people talk to me?"

Feng Yin didn't pay attention to him and behaved well, and said quietly, "If you want to come to my house to recognize the door, you can also bring a letter back first, and I will arrange it according to the situation at home." ”

"It's the little nephew's fault, the little nephew is not in a hurry to see you, there is good news for you."

Ding Zhencai admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and by the way, he also said the reason for his sudden visit, "Auntie, don't you want to know why your little nephew came to visit?" ”

"What else?"

Feng Yin couldn't stand his eyebrows dancing a little, "Isn't it just that the thing came out, and he came to ask for credit?" ”

"You guys are really, just such a thing, you have been working on it for so long to make it, and you are embarrassed to talk to your aunt with this hippie smile."

"Ouch, Aunt Yo, you said it so easily."

Ding Zhenyan looked back at the door, and then carefully observed the environment of the lower hall, and then lowered his voice and said, "Auntie, do you know where we sell this thing?" ”

Feng Yin: "Then tell me, where can you sell it?" ”

As a village woman, Feng Yin couldn't behave too much, so she had to ask like this.

"Ouchi Imperial Palace."

Ding Zhenyi's voice was so low that it was like a whisper, and only Feng Yin could hear it, "I was waiting for this news, so I came here today to report the good news." ”

Feng Yin's eyelids jumped slightly, and she stopped talking, and motioned for Ding Zhenyu to look at the table.

She quickly wrote on her fingers: "No one knows that I gave the recipe, right?" ”

If Feng Yin didn't mind if someone knew that Fang Zi was from her.

So now, knowing that she may have a very sensitive life experience, she still wants to keep a low profile for the time being.

At least until she and Zhang Yiming become stronger, she doesn't want her background to be exposed under the noses of some people.

Ding Zhenyan looked at the words she wrote, and was a little stunned: "What? ”

Feng Yin: "......" is bad, I am used to writing and communicating with Zhang Yiming, and I actually write modern simplified characters.

She hurriedly waved her hand and wrote it again in traditional Chinese, staring at the boy with serious eyes.