Murong Xi?! Du Mei jumped out of the carriage and looked at the man in a crimson dark robe in front of him with some surprise, and he turned the Lin family brothers around.

"Ame! You're back! Murong Xi turned around and saw Du Mei, his fox eyes rose with a smile, and the pear vortex on his cheeks appeared.

"You...... What are you doing? Du Mei frowned at the furniture in front of him that lay out in the clearing.

"Aren't you new to Zhuangzi, I always have to say that these are all good black sour branches." Murong Xi pointed to a table of eight immortals flatteringly.

"I'm just a farming villa, where can I afford this, I've wasted your things." Du Mei looked at the black-brown table top that glowed warmly in the sunlight.

"What's this, there are beds, big cabinets, and cupboards that haven't been delivered yet." Murong Xi waved a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"And?" Du Mei had a headache.

"Look, the picture of the mountain villa I drew is not enough." Murong Xi handed a piece of drawing paper to Du Mei to read.

I saw that the pavilions and pavilions were painted on the paper, the rockery corridor, the winding water and the secluded pool, the flowers, birds and trees, everything, in Du Mei's opinion, compared to the garden in the Qingluan Palace, it is not bad.

"I have to live on the produce of the fields here, don't say that I don't have such a hoho as silver, if I really make it like what you painted, I can only drink the northwest wind." Du Mei laughed and shoved the paper back into his hand.

"How beautiful this is! I painted all night. Murong Xi said with a look of regret, his tone full of dissatisfaction with Du Mei's incomprehensible style.

"It's not good, it's not appropriate, you can quickly pull these away." Du Mei, who didn't give any face, bypassed the furniture and went to the courtyard.

"It's all custom-made, I've already paid for it, where can I get it back!" Murong Xi followed Du Mei like a fart worm and said.

When the Lin brothers saw them talking and leaving, they didn't care about the furniture, and went to do their own work.

"The young sect master of the dignified Tantric Sect, dare to ask, is there anything else you can't retreat!" Du Mei suddenly turned around and glared at him.

"You...... How do you know? Murong Xi's jaw was about to fall in shock.

"Sure you are! I should have known earlier, the time you were injured by the black clothes, Uncle Yang called you the young sect master. Du Mei snorted coldly.

Yesterday I had a little trouble with Chu Lin for him, but now I see that he is in a mess, and I just want to send him and his things away, and I end up clean.

"Chu Lin told you?" Murong Xi's face changed and he said in a deep voice.

"Are you taking me for a fool?" Du Mei did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Meizi, why did you quarrel just after you came back? Murong Gongzi has come to take care of the village every day, and he doesn't treat himself as a guest at all, doing this and that, without merit and hard work. Lin Ping's wife Miao saw that the situation was not right, so she hurriedly came over and pulled Du Mei to persuade with a smile.

"He just doesn't think of himself as an outsider." Du Mei turned his head and said.

"I care about you and want to help you share a little, and you actually say that!" Murong Xi, who had been with a smiling face for a long time, was angry for a while, and his eyes were red.

"I ......" Du Mei choked, only then did he realize that the words were serious, but he had already said it, and there was no reason to take it back.

"Meizi, according to my wife's eyes, this set of tables, chairs and tables given by Murong Gongzi will be used in the main house in the future, and stay it, pity him with a sincere heart." Miao's Lala Dumei's sleeves said.

"If you don't want it, I'll split it and burn a match!" Murong Xi said angrily.

"Amitabha, Murong Gongzi, you can't say that, it's just a tyrannical thing." Miao turned his head to appease Murong Xi, and did not forget to secretly pull Du Mei's sleeve.

"These ...... Since it's delivered, I'll keep it for the time being, and I can't ask for the rest! Du Mei suppressed his voice and whispered.

"That's pretty much it!" The corners of Murong Xi's mouth raised.

Just when he was about to say something, Yan Mo walked over quickly and whispered in his ear.

Du Mei saw that his expression changed, and for a moment, he returned to his original appearance, as if she was just dazzled.

"Amei, you are the serious master of this village, since you are back, I should also leave." Murong Xi turned his eyes and looked at Du Mei with a smile, and put the few pieces of paper in his hand in her hand.

"Be careful in everything." Du Mei knew that he had something urgent to deal with, and he spied on other people's secrets, how could others make him feel better?

"Gone." The matter was urgent, Murong Xi didn't dare to delay, went out of the courtyard gate, turned over and grazing on the side of the road, a whirlwind with golden hair, Yan Mo rode a green horse and followed closely behind.

Du Mei watched them disappear, a little worried in his heart, and was stunned.

"Meizi, the foundation of the new house has been laid, and it's time for Ming'er to prepare to boil lime." Du Zhong came from the hillside and stood next to her and said.

"Uncle Zhong, is it so fast? I'll take a look. Du Mei gathered his heart and smiled at Du Zhong.

"Your Uncle Maolu brought a lot of bricklayers to do the work, and the Lin brothers did their best, so they didn't do it quickly." Du Zhong said with a smile.

"It looks like we can live before the autumn harvest." Du Mei walked around the foundation, and although she didn't understand it well, she looked happy.

"But no, when people live, their hearts are settled, and this year they should seize the time to turn over the land, and they can still plant wheat and rape, and there will be a harvest in the spring of next year." Du Zhong looked at the large area of land under the slope and groaned.

"Uncle Zhong, how is the land here?" After all, Du Mei is a female doll and doesn't know much about the way in the fields.

"If you look at the growth of these weeds, you will know that it is a good land for food. Don't underestimate these weeds, we're going to crush them and pile them up for manure.

Then there is the winter when the water falls a little, and I take them to dig out the silt in the pond, which is also a good fertilizer. Du Zhong rarely said much, pointing at the grange, as if the general was looking at his beloved soldiers.

Suddenly, Du Mei smelled the aroma of rice, turned his head to look for it, the original old house on the hillside was still preserved, and after Qian Maolu led people to simply repair it, it was still able to accommodate himself, and Du Zhong and the Lin family lived here temporarily.

"You go and see the dolls, I'll do my job too." After Du Zhong finished speaking, he strode down the hill.

The male and female laborers of the Lin family were mowing grass in the fields, and only Lin Ping's daughter Lin Ying was cooking with her two cousins Lin Zhi Lin Wei. The cauldron was supported outside, the fire was burning very strongly, Lin Ying held the spatula for a while, and the aroma of the dish overflowed. Lin Fen and Lin Luan were small, so they couldn't do anything, they only helped to light the fire and hand over the plates.

"And two and a half boys." Du Mei didn't see Lin Yue and Lin Dai, so he asked.

Two days ago, Uncle Zhong's Du Shu said that he had caught pheasants in the cotton field, and they were fascinated these days, and they didn't know how many times they had to go to see them a day, and they were often scolded by their uncles." Lin Ying raised her sleeve and wiped the sweat from her forehead and said.

"What are we catching?" Saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Lin Yue ran back triumphantly with the trap.

"What a fat hare!" Du Mei smiled and admired.

"The widow is here, I didn't know you were here." Lin Yue touched his head a little embarrassed.

"I've seen widows." Lin Dai, who was following behind, hurriedly saluted, and as soon as he saw Du Mei, he was nervous for no reason, and his voice trembled.

"There are no outsiders here, in the future, you will all call me Meizi." Du Mei felt that they called her a widow, which was too angry.

"How can this work?" Lin Ying was so old that she didn't dare to respond.

"Why can't this work, I don't just have one nose and two eyes." Du Mei said seriously.

The Lin family sisters were amused by her words, and they had a good impression of Du Mei.

"I'm going to take care of the rabbits, ...... Sister Meizi, you have lunch and then leave. Lin Yue invited.

"Okay, try your craft." Du Mei bowed his head slightly and said with a smile.

When it came to the meal, a room around the meal, Lin Ping said a lot of words of gratitude to Du Mei.

Three days ago, it was the day of the scheduled departure, and the Lin Ping brothers had already made plans to walk to the Grange on foot, and even the flat burden for carrying the luggage was ready, and Necheng wanted to rush the newly bought carriage to pick them up.

The Lin Ping brothers are also used to working as helpers in their hometown, and they are often bullied by the main family, but now Du Mei actually gave them a new carriage, and he really treated them as family members, which made the Lin brothers grateful.

Du Mei was sick and couldn't walk with them, which was what Lin An secretly told them. Lin Ping was even more shocked, the master was sick, and he arranged them properly, this kind of master-servant friendship is hard to find in the world, and they all have to work hard.

After eating, Miao and Dai accompanied Du Mei to look from room to room. Du Mei saw that the bedding on the beds in each house was stacked with patches, and he couldn't see the original color.

Walking to the middle room, the sunlight shone obliquely in, stabbing people a little dazzling. There were two sacks piled up in the corner of the house, and there was no doubt that they were cotton.

"On the day we first came, all the cotton we picked was shipped back, and these were just picked yesterday." Miao diligently untied the rope and showed it to Du Mei.

"How much more do we have in the cotton fields?" Du Mei asked.

"If the temperature is not enough, the cotton peaches cannot be exploded, and the harvest will be very limited." Dai said a little worriedly.

"In this way, these two bales of cotton will be left for each of you to play a few beds of bedding, if it is not enough, take some from home, the winter here is not as good as the south, the wet and cold is very heavy, you are afraid that it will be difficult for you to survive in the first year." Du Mei was very sympathetic to them.

"I heard Du Zhong say that there is a proverb here called, October Xiaoyangchun. It's only September now, and the cotton is still budding, and I see that the harvest in the field is enough for us, so let's take these two bags with me today. Miao glanced at Dai, and complained a little that she was alarmist.

"Sister-in-law is right, I don't know much about the seasons here." Dai Shi was embarrassed and peeked at Du Mei.

"It's okay, if you lack anything or something, don't hold it back, just talk to Uncle Zhong. Although he speaks little, he is a very good man. Du Mei whispered to them.

"When we meet a proprietor like you, it's really hard to find a lantern." Miao said gratefully.

"Since you are here, just treat this place as your home, and treat me as a family member, where is there any talk of the owner's helper." Du Mei smiled lightly and held Miao's arm intimately.