Regarding the situation that Ji Yu and Song Jing both appeared and were obviously very familiar, Widow Xie and Hu Liang were a little difficult to digest for a while.

They don't know at all when Ji Yu and Song Jing met, especially Widow Xie, obviously when she asked Song Jing to help write a letter before, the girl didn't even know Song Jing's name.

Why is this the case in a blink of an eye?

Ji Yu didn't think to explain anything, anyway, it's all from the same village, didn't Song Jing often help the people in the village before, isn't it normal to help her?

When the two arrived, Song Jing opened his mouth to call his aunt, and nodded at Hu Liang.

Widow Xie hurriedly got up: "Why are you here?" The students of your academy have all gone back to class. ”

"Our husband has a half-day vacation today, so I came out to buy some paper and pencils, so I don't have to rush back."

"Oh, you're ...... If you came a little earlier, you could still eat spicy soup, but now there is nothing, but what's okay? ”

Song Jing was stunned for a moment: "The academy has been in the town for the past two days, and there is a new gold partner in the town, but I didn't expect it to be made by your family, aunt." ”

"Hey! How can we do that? Widow Xie pointed to Ji Yu, who was squatting on the ground and tinkering with the plank, "It's all thought up by the girl, and she doesn't know what her head is like, and she will have an idea in a while." ”

Song Jing glanced at Ji Yu and nodded in agreement: "She really has a lot of ghost ideas." ”

didn't know that he was carrying someone behind his back when he said bad things, Ji Yu gave him a blank look: "Are you here to help, or are you here to chat?" ”

Song Jing smiled, walked over to her and squatted down, her slender fingers rolled up her sleeves, and helped Ji Yu cut paper first.

The planks are rectangular, so the paper is also cut into shapes of the same size.

After cutting, the paper was spread on the table, the pen and ink were ready, Ji Yu asked Song Jing to write, and she hooked the lace first.

Song Jing pondered for a while and asked, "Write poetry or write fu?" ”

Ji Yu wanted to see if he was serious.

When you catch a glimpse of the smile in his eyes, you know that he is teasing himself again.

Suddenly said angrily: "If it is written to ordinary people like us, can it be written in the vernacular, Master Tongsheng?" ”

Song Jing doesn't like the people in the village to call him a child, and every time he hears it, he will correct it and let others call him by his name.

Widow Xie knew this, and was about to remind Ji Yu not to shout like this, but she saw that Song Jing just shook her head a little helplessly, didn't say anything, and the smile on her face did not decrease.

"I don't have a smart head like you, you say, I'll write it."

Ji Yu didn't bother to bother with him, so she pointed casually with her hand: "Right Lian big fritters, Left Lianhu spicy soup, horizontal batch: golden partner." The middle and the bottom are empty for me, and I want to paint. ”

Song Jing didn't start writing for a long time.

Ji Yu's eyes slanted: "Have an opinion?" ”

He took a deep breath, suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "It's wonderful, I don't dare to have any opinions." ”

That's pretty much it.

It is said that the word is like its person, Song Jing's words are concise, and there is a degree of retraction, at first glance, it looks flat, and if you look carefully at the middle of the house, the pen walks the spring breeze.

Compared with his atmosphere and mellowness, Ji Yu's words are inevitably unbridled.

However, she didn't take the imperial examination, so she didn't need to practice this kind of "pavilion style" hard.

Well, out of the writer's contempt heart, she carefully set Song Jing's words as pavilion style.

After Song Jing wrote according to the instructions, Ji Yu used a small brush to start sketching in the blank space in the middle.

Song Jing was standing next to her, and Hu Liang and Widow Xie also gathered around, both wanting to see what she wanted to paint.

What Ji Yu can paint, she can't always paint landscapes and phoenixes.

She first sketched the shape of a large bowl full of things with a simple brush, and then added a few thin lines on the top of the bowl that seemed to be faint, and it looked like the bowl was steaming.

Hu Liang slapped his face: "I know, Xiaoyu painted Hu spicy soup!" ”

Ji Yu gave him a thumbs up with her left hand.

Song Jing also glanced at Hu Liang, who was smiling.

Next, Ji Yu added a pair of chopsticks to the bowl, and there were two round and long things on the chopsticks.

Now even Widow Xie guessed: "Fritters!" ”

At the bottom of the paper, Ji Yu added another line of small words: "A century-old secret recipe, delicious and affordable, soothing the liver and qi, preventing diseases and maintaining health." ”

"100 Years...... Xiaoyu, we've only been open for a few days...... "Will this blow be a little too much, Hu Liang is a little uneasy.

Ji Yu said in her heart, this secret recipe is not only a hundred years, but also a thousand years.

"Brother Liangzi, don't be presumptuous, we are still 99 years, 11 months and 20 days away from the century-old store, a blink of an eye."

Hu Liang was speechless, is this a blink of an eye?

Unexpectedly, Song Jing also nodded in agreement: "Ji ...... What Xiaoyu said makes sense. ”

Hu Liang: "...... you all say that it makes sense, so make sense."

Widow Xie and Hu Liang went to collect the dishes, chopsticks, tables and stools, Ji Yu dipped the paste precipitated under the gluten basin and evenly spread it on the wooden board, and then pasted the paper with dried ink.

Song Jing helped her gently press the corners to make the paper and planks fit.

Originally, no one spoke, but Song Jing suddenly spoke up.

"You know Hu Liang very well?"

He knew that Ji Yu had passed by before and after she lived in Widow Xie's house, but he didn't expect their relationship to be so good.

Ji Yu didn't think about it and said, "Naturally familiar." ”

Song Jing paused for a moment and asked casually, "Hu Liang is quite old, right?" I heard that he has a marriage contract, and he should consider it......"

Ji Yu's hand stopped and stared at Song Jing.

Song Jing was a little stiff by her staring, and pretended to be natural: "Why do you look at me like this?" ”

"I just didn't expect that people who read sage books turned out to be so gossipy." Ji Yu deliberately dragged out her voice.

Song Jing didn't know what gossip was, but after a little thought, he could guess that it should be the meaning of a woman with a long tongue.

He didn't mind, but just added: "People from the same village, you should also care about it." ”

"There are so many people in our village who have not married a daughter-in-law or had a baby, and you care about the past one by one, I am really convinced."

Song Jing was neither angry nor annoyed, she said.

Ji Yu also knew the proportions of the joke, looked at Hu Liang, and secretly told Song Jing: "Aunt Xie has already gone to Cao's house to propose marriage, and there should be a happy event in the spring of next year." ”

Anyway, it's not a secret that can't be said, there are a few Caojiazhuang married in the village, and they have already heard the rumors.

However, Hu Liang was thin-skinned when he mentioned this, so Ji Yu whispered it, and it was inevitable that she would be a little close.

She didn't realize that a few strands of hair on her sideburns had touched Song Jing's ears.

Song Jing didn't look over his head and pretended to look elsewhere, and when the heat on his face dissipated, he turned around and said, "It's indeed a great event." ”

If you look closely, you can still find a dark red on his face that has not completely subsided, but Ji Yu's attention is not on him, so he doesn't see it.

After a few moments, the paper was already glued.

The two brackets behind the plank were opened and propped up, and the plank was erected.

She clapped her hands and stood up, looking at the shoddy billboard with her arms folded, her eyes being critical.

Overall, it's okay, but it's a pity that there are no watercolor paints and the like, otherwise it will be more eye-catching if it is made into a color.

Song Jing was also looking at it, but it was just an admiring gaze.

The words were written by him, and the paintings were Ji Yu's, and if the content was not mentioned, it could barely be called a "masterpiece".

After all, this was the first time the two of them had joined forces to accomplish something.