Chapter 14: Zhao Yuanzhi Entrusts the Feed (2)

Zhao Yuanzhi took a sip of tea, the book was a little unreadable, but he still looked natural, pinched the corner of the page and rubbed it, and said slowly: "Don't tell my mother, she has no heart, she has squandered hundreds of taels of silver in her hand over the years, her voice is loud and she can't hold back her words, her vanity is big, and she is easy to be picked up, and some things are known to my donkey, and she is let know." ”

Yang Baodai raised her head and laughed at her, he dared to say that his own mother was the only one in the world! Suddenly remembered something, pointed his fingers, and asked him with a smile: "I see that you feel very sorry for that donkey, give it a smooth hair every morning and evening, and change it to clean the haystack at two ends in three days, which was given to you by your father-in-law?" ”

"Sent by Yuan Chun." Zhao Yuanchun smiled, looked at Yang Baodai's self-blame and frowned, and laughed violently, serious, "People can't be resurrected after death, looking at him always has a thought, I know better than you think, count your silver." ”

Yang Baodai stared at him, shook her head and sighed, her fingers flicked the abacus, her father died, and she had no deep brother, leaving behind an unconscious old lady, and relatives who coveted him as a son and father-in-law, Zhao Yuanzhi was really not easy.

Yang Baodai lowered her head and counted the silver, hesitated for a moment, thinking that there should be no secrets between husband and wife, so she said sincerely, "Today, the eldest sister sent me silver and forced it into me, saying that it was a dowry for me." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yuanzhi put his fist against his lips and coughed shallowly, before he nodded and said, "I can see it, the big gold lock on my neck was invisible in the past." ”

Yang Baodai blinked, feeling that he had misunderstood something, and immediately opened her mouth to defend her sister: "You misunderstood·····"

"Liu Shengheng told me, she just thinks your sister is angry and should be a confidant." Zhao Yuanzhi looked softly at the person who was about to defend his sister, and laughed, "The eldest sister is a man who does not let men have a temperament, and she will never be willing to be a concubine, Liu Shengheng is kind and gentle, and he can't do anything to force a good person to become a prostitute." ”

Yang Baodai looked at his handsome appearance, and chuckled at him, "It's only been a long time before it's called a name." ”

"He and I are the showmen who took the exam one year, and we should also be together in the township exam next year." Zhao Yuanzhi opened his mouth lightly, his tone was playful, his eyes were shining, and he said softly, "I didn't recognize it at first sight, but I remembered it when I discussed it in the teahouse later, and I sat opposite me during the college exam, and I haven't seen it for three years, and I am even more handsome." ”

Yang Baodai nodded quietly and agreed, "The Shangjia family is not clearer than the official, and if there are more children and grandchildren in the officialdom, the family will also prosper, do you think that this Young Master Liu is not much different from the rumors, his face is red and his teeth are red, his conversation is extraordinary, and his instrument is lofty····· I can't see that I can't be half sick, I take medicine all year round, and I will have the smell of medicine on my body."

"The big family is in a mess, let's watch it after dinner." Zhao Yuanzhi still had two doubts in his eyebrows, and said slowly: "It stands to reason that he should go to the township for the test in the same year as his second brother, and he is actually willing to wait for another three years····· His literary style is enough for Xie Yuan. ”

"Maybe it's really the body that is safe." Yang Baodai didn't dare to be interested in other people's family affairs, and looked at Zhao Yuanzhi with interest, and echoed his words.

In the middle of the month, Yang Baodai was also surprised after cleaning up the accounts, there were enough five thousand taels of available funds, which was enough for a family of three until death, plus regular monthly profits, but the pen was not small.

Yang Baodai also felt that she was already a little rich woman with more than 300 taels of silver, her eyes lit up and she looked at Zhao Yuanzhi who came over, and joked with a soft smile: "Last time, my mother said that you are not afraid of going out late, no one robs money and no one robs sex, I think after tonight, you are not rich and colorless." ”

"Really!" When Zhao Yuanzhi heard this, he suddenly picked up Yang Baodai from behind, kissed her on the neck twice, and his hands were not restless, and his eyes said with affection: "Then I will rob you of your wealth and sex tonight!" ”

"Oh, don't make trouble, Yuanzhen, the account book has been confiscated!" Yang Baodai's cheeks flew up in an instant, and she didn't dare to look at him when she looked away, so she hit him: "Be careful to wake up your mother!" ”

Zhao Yuanzhi hugged his daughter-in-law and turned over and loosened the bed curtain: "You still have the strength to collect the account book, you will have to work harder at that time, as for the mother, rest assured!" Even if the next door listens to the movement, my mother won't say a word! ”

"You!" Yang Baodai was dumbfounded by him, and angrily hammered his heart.

"And the strength to beat me, it's good!" Zhao Yuanzhi grabbed his wife's lotus root, no different from a hungry wolf, and pounced directly.

After the clouds and rain.

Zhao Yuanzhi hugged Yang Baodai in his arms, his fingers slowly roamed on her smooth back, looking at the marks on her neck and chest, and she was hot again.

Yang Baodai, who was only let go in the middle of the month, was so tired that she couldn't open her eyelids, lying softly, raising her arm and rubbing her eyes, there were still a few traces of her milky skin, Yang Baodai blinked tiredly, her voice was hoarse and weak, and she was still soft: "What are you thinking?" Who's going on, you're going to the academy tomorrow. ”

"Will you hate me, Bao Dai?" Zhao Yuanzhi kissed her little face, and her eyes suddenly dimmed: "You are reluctant to marry, and my family has not done a good job." ”

Yang Baodai slowly opened her eyes, smiled miserably, and the corners of her mouth raised a sweet smile: "The days are our own behind closed doors, and it has nothing to do with others, now who in the neighborhood doesn't know that I am your Zhao Yuanzhi's wife, you don't think I ran away from marriage and fished me up from the lake, I ·····" She was too tired to withstand the drowsiness of the waves, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Zhao Yuanzhi hugged his wife and patted her back gently, as if treating the most precious baby in the world, waiting for her to breathe evenly, and couldn't help but smile like a three-year-old child, whispering in her ear, intimate, "Marrying your Yang daughter in IKEA, I Zhao Yuanzhi is all the blessings in my life, and Zhao Yuanzhi only needs Yang Baodai alone in this life." ”

Yang Baodai slept deeply, her brain was a mess, and there seemed to be a missed sweet word in her ears, so she whispered.

In an instant, Zhao Yuanzhi's eyes showed the meaning of hunting, and he tapped the corners of his mouth: "Okay, you are still pretending to be asleep!" See that I don't punish you! ”

Yang Baodai was about to fall apart, and he was pressed up by him again and couldn't cry or laugh, begging him half-dead, and he was going to cry: "There is a market tomorrow, I have to help my father sell tofu, Yuanzhen, you are not allowed to trouble me······" The tone is two parts pleading, three parts coquettish, and five points sweet.

"I dare to use my father-in-law to press me, and sure enough, I will be perverse when I take over the feed, and I won't punish you!" Zhao Yuanzhi bullied him.

"Zhao Yuanzhen!" Yang Baodai glared at him helplessly.

"Husband, here! What does Madame command, just say, I promise that you are satisfied with the Madame who serves! Zhao Yuanzhi smiled and turned over.

Yang Baodai: ······