"Steward Zhou's family is really talented, no wonder they say that rich businessmen are everywhere in the south." Yu Jiao sighed, it seems that the south has always been rich, smart, and more businessmen.

"Zhou's hometown is also our northland, but a few years ago, he followed the owner to do things, and the family moved to the river, although the weather in Sinan is pleasant, the scenery is delicate, but this heart is always thinking about our northland, one side of the water and soil to raise one side, the first time I went to Sinan, my family and a few children cried several times, and they all thought of Huairou in their dreams."

When Steward Zhou said this, his eyes showed warmth and longing.

Homesickness is about a sense of belonging, life in the world is like a wisp of duckweed, born, nurtured water and soil, let people take root.

Yu Jiao's roots are not in this world, she has no sense of belonging to the Yu family, but the place where she wakes up and opens her eyes is more or less different.

The carriage squeaked into the city and arrived at the house that Yu Jiao had rented in the city before.

In order to prevent the grain from being damp in the rain, Steward Zhou has asked people to unload the grain on the car and move it into the house.

"If you click a little, it's eight thousand three hundred and two stones in total." Steward Zhou pointed to the mountains of sacks piled up in the house and said, "Each bag of grain here is about two stones, there are two thousand bags of old rice bought by Suhu, and the rest are new rice produced in Jiangshang this year. ”

He took out an account book from his arms and handed it to Yu Jiao, "This is the account, please take a look." ”

Looking at the mountains of grain, Yu Jiao couldn't help but bend her eyes, although most of the grain here was Gu Yun's.

She glanced at the account book and counted the grain herself, and it took a lot of time to count the more than 4,000 bags of grain, but fortunately, there was Yu Qiyu on the side to help.

After the counting, Yu Jiao asked a few men under Steward Zhou to pile up the grain on the wooden planks that had been erected with green bricks before.

Luckily, the compound house she had rented earlier was spacious enough and spacious enough.

But in the end, unlike the specially built granary, the house was stuffed to the brim, and it took more than 4,000 bags of grain to be filled, and only one side room was left for Steward Zhou and the rest of the people to stay.

Several men were sweating profusely, and Yu Jiao took out two taels of silver and gave them to Steward Zhou, asking him to take them to have a good meal later.

Although these people are Gu Yun's subordinates, and he pays for it, Yu Jiao is not too harsh when he comes to do things for himself.

She and Yu Qiyu bought a large amount of cotton paper and tung oil in the city and sent them back to the house.

"Steward Zhou, I bother you and a few little brothers to brush these cotton paper with tung oil, and after drying, wrap these grain bags around the periphery with oil paper."

Steward Zhou was a little puzzled and said, "Miss Yu, why is this?" ”

"In case the food draught is flooded." Yu Jiao said, "Changkui has been raining a lot recently, and I am afraid that if there is a heavy rain, the water will flood into the house. ”

Steward Zhou nodded, "Okay, why don't I find someone to raise the threshold?" "The warehouse doors of the granaries are built very high, and Miss Yu chooses the house to store grain.

Since he was assigned by the owner to do things, he naturally wanted to do his errand well.

"Then it's hard for you." Yu Jiao was not polite, even if she built a high threshold and wrapped the grain in oiled paper, she did not dare to guarantee that it would be foolproof.

After leaving the house with Yu Qizhen, Yu Jiao bought some cotton paper and tung oil.

Steward Zhou arranged a carriage to send them, and instead of going back to Yu's house directly, Yu Jiao asked the coachman to send them to Mengjia Village.

"How long will this rain take? Will there be flooding in Qingzhou? Yu Qiyu could see that Yu Jiao seemed to be preparing for the arrival of a disaster.

"I heard Gu Yun say that the dredging of the Si River this year is not timely, and there is so much rain in the north, it is very likely that there will be autumn floods." Yu Jiao paused and said, "Not necessarily, as the saying goes, be prepared." ”

Yu Qiyu's face paled when he heard Gu Yun's name, and he held Yu Jiao's hand, "No matter what natural or man-made disasters, I am here." ”

The palm attached to the back of her hand was warm, Yu Jiao was not as cowardly as before, and obediently let Yu Qi hold it.

His fingers are slender and white, his palms have a thin layer of calluses due to his perennial practice of calligraphy, and the bone joints on the back of his hands are gently raised, and the bones are distinct.

Yu Jiao is not hand controlled, but with such a beautiful hand, she can't help it.

Looking up along his arm, the placket lightly covered Yu Qi's neck, the Adam's apple was obvious, sultry and abstinent.

With that clear and cold face, Yu Jiao thought of the poem that Du Fu praised Cui Zongzhi.

[Zongzhi is a chic and beautiful young man, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. ]

It is not an exaggeration to use these two poems to describe Yu Qizhen.

"Is it pretty?" Yu Qiyu asked with a low smile.

Facing his rippling peach blossom eyes, Yu Jiao blushed a little inexplicably and said honestly, "It's good-looking." ”

These words pleased Yu Qiyu, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened, the tails of his eyes rose, and his black eyes looked at Yu Jiao deeply.

"How pretty?"

The voice with a narrow smile was low and teased in her ears, Yu Jiao's face became hotter, and she found that she couldn't look directly into Yu Qizhen's eyes, when his sultry eyes looked at people intently, they were like a clear pool, deep and profound, and they could make people's minds chaotic.

"The stone is like jade, the pine is like green, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world." Yu Jiao didn't think about it, and almost blurted it out.

Yu Qiyu laughed out loud, she couldn't restrain the throbbing in her heart, rubbed her white and pink cheeks, her voice was low, and she said bewildermently, "The poem is so good, but you covet my beauty?" ”

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