This was indeed a surprise to Akimosa.

I never thought it would be so easy. This made Autumn Pattern confused. How can he be so virtuous that he has fallen into the eyes of his wife again and again?

When he got to the uncle, he was like Chunqin, and he took the monthly money of the first-class girl. But three months, before the beginning of spring, she rose from a fire girl to the status of a first-class girl, which is too fast, like a dream.

Autumn patterns always feel unreal.

Ximo said again: "From today on, you will be the first-class girl in my room." ”

"No, no, uncle, don't want autumn patterns. I'd rather take the monthly money of a third-class girl. It's one thing to serve the uncle, and it's another thing to take the money. ”

She is not on a shaky foundation and cannot act like this.

Another one, Zhen's mother in the small kitchen knew about it, and she must be angry when she saw that her monthly money was the same as hers. No one will be happy. Although Zhen is a little reluctant and a little old-fashioned, he is still fair. Although she is unhappy, she has a bottom line. I'm afraid that someone else will be jealous and hateful, and use the excuse to find fault and point fingers at Sang and scold Huai, then it's not interesting.

No, the kitchenette people didn't do that to her. Her popularity is still accumulating. They just weren't happy. This unhappiness makes the atmosphere in the small kitchen look dull.

Everyone remained dull and could not speak from morning to night.

Autumn Pattern doesn't want the big guy to be like this.

"Uncle, you can seconded me, I'm still a person from the small kitchen."

Ximo nodded, this is indeed good.

When he thinks about autumn patterns, he has to think about the long term. Step by step, he has this patience.

"Good. It's up to you. You're going to bring the futon today. You don't have to bring it either. Truly everything is ready-made. What Chunqin left behind is all new. Not even clothes. Chunqin's size is about the same as yours. It's cheap. Ximo stroked his palm and smiled.

Akimoru smiled too.

Of course, she was happy. Being able to serve the uncle close is what she has always wanted. As for why he is willing, it is nothing more than a respect for the uncle in his heart, as well as gratitude.

The uncle said that he was grateful to her, but Qiu Wen thought it was insignificant. Not to mention the uncle that day, even if it was a beggar who was dirty, she would come forward to bring him a bowl of water.

But she should be grateful to the uncle.

If it weren't for the uncle's support, she would be in Shifu, and it would be difficult to move an inch.

Of course, Liu Ye also helped himself a lot, and Qiu Wen is not an ungrateful person, so he keeps it in his heart. She also asked the uncle about the whereabouts of Liu Ye.

Although I can't see him, Akimoru is happy for him. In her opinion, Liu Ye should have gone out to build another career. If you think of someone like Liu Ye, you must have a big future, this is a matter of time.

So, to get back to the point, in addition to respecting the uncle, what other affection does it have for the uncle?

Otherwise, why is your heart beating so fiercely?

Why is his face as red as a persimmon hanging on a branch in autumn, like a red lantern hanging high under the eaves? She really didn't dare to think about it. I'm going to faint.

To her, the uncle is a cloud in the sky, and she is just mud on the ground.

The difference between cloud and mud.

Ximo finished explaining, and he didn't mean to leave.

He is very interested in the three-point vegetable field that Autumn Pattern is serving. He enrolled in poetry and books, he was good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and other skills. In terms of farming, the noble son Shi Ximo is naturally a layman.

He wasn't interested in anything else. But he was attracted by a few brightly colored vegetable seedlings in the vegetable field.

"What is this?"

Ximo pointed to a short, tender seedling.

"Uncle, this is an eggplant."

"Eggplant?"

"Yes, these are eggplant seedlings. When spring comes, when it rains, the seedlings will grow vigorously, and when early summer comes, they will soon bear eggplant. ”

"Oh, so the eggplant grows on the ground." Ximo was thoughtful.

Autumn Pattern smiled: "Nature grows on the ground." Otherwise, where does the uncle think it grows? ”

She said this, but Ximo stopped.

Ximo was embarrassed, but he also told honestly: "I thought that eggplants grew in the ground like turnips." When it is ripe, it is plucked out of the soil. ”

When Qiu Wen heard this, he really smiled. She couldn't hide it and covered her mouth with her hand.

She smiled beautifully, and her voice was like a bell.

Ximo is a little unnatural. "That's why I asked you because I didn't know."

"Uncle, then I'll test you, where are the red beans knotted?" The red beans in Qiuwen's mouth actually refer to the adzuki beans used to boil porridge. But Ximo misunderstood, he thought that this red bean was another red bean. This red bean should be written in the poem, "Red beans are born in the south, how many branches will be sent in spring?" May you pick more, this thing is the most acacia" in the red beans, it is also known as acacia beans.

Ximo said, "I know this." Red beans grow on trees. ”

I never thought that as soon as he finished saying this, he caused Qiu Wen to laugh non-stop.

Ximo was really puzzled. Is it true that everything written in the book is wrong? Acacia beans are acacia trees that grow in the south. The fruit is brilliant red in color, and when ripe, it can be plucked, washed and dried, strung one by one with a needle and thread, and worn on the wrist and hung around the neck, a beautiful ornament.

"Autumn lines, but red beans grow on trees, don't laugh." Ximo looked solemn, thought about it and added, "If you don't believe me, I went to a friend's house, and he stored a lot of brightly colored red beans in his house." I'm going to come back and play with you. ”

Qiu Wen still shook her head, she thought the uncle was joking.

Uncle is like this, he really shouldn't joke with people. In Qiu Wen's heart, the uncle should be a gentle and cheerful person. Liu Ye is only suitable for jokes.

"Autumn pattern, I'll talk to you seriously. The red beans must be on the tree, and I can pack a ticket for this. Ximo was almost patting his chest.

Autumn Pattern put away her smile. Uncle is the uncle in the end. I'm a subordinate. She should be measured, not excessive.

"Uncle, don't red beans grow on pods?"

"On the pods?"

"Yes. The pods are grown on the vines. Red beans, like lentils, cowpeas, and sword beans, are all vines that need to be climbed and grown. ”

Ximo understood.

He patted his head and smiled at Qiu Wen again: "It's me who is stupid." I only remember the red beans on the red bean tree, but I forgot that there is another red bean. These red beans can be used to make soup and can be used to make bean paste dumplings. ”

Autumn Moon pursed her lips.

"Uncle, I'd rather you were joking with me."

"However, if I promise to give you acacia beans, I will do it. Wait. Ximo kept this matter in his heart.

"Acacia beans?" This time it's Autumn Pattern's turn to be puzzled.

"The red beans of the red bean tree, also called acacia beans, have a twists and turns here. In the past, some literati and writers liked to use this as the subject of poetry and lyrics. ”

It's quiet, it's remote, it's deserted. Qiu Wen was unrestrained, and he talked to Ximo, but he was a little bold.

"Uncle, this story must be extremely moving. If the uncle is willing, can he tell the slave and maid about it? "A gust of wind blew, but the autumn pattern after work did not feel cold at all. Ximo is in good health and does not feel cold.

The cold wind blew Akira's hair a little messy. The messy hair brushed over his forehead, and Autumn Pattern brushed it with his hands. This posture is extremely ordinary, but it is extremely moving in Ximo's eyes.

His heart throbbed again.

"If you want to listen, I'll talk to you."

Ximo looked at the sturdy tree stump near the vegetable field. "Why don't we sit there?"

Qiu Wen looked up, but still shook his head: "Uncle, if you are tired, please sit down." I'm a girl, it's better to stand. ”

Ximo felt that she knew the rules too well.

"Autumn pattern, remember, you can't say the word 'slave' when you talk in the future. How many times have I said it. I just like to hear you say how I am. Slaves and maids are all human beings. Not only you, but also my grass house in the future, will be all subordinate, and you are not allowed to call yourself a slave or a slave. ”

Autumn pattern was stunned.

Compared with other sons, the uncle is really different.

Qiuwen was born in a small family, except for a Shi Ximo, he has seen a Shi Yuquan. They are all noble sons. But the two have a world of difference in their style. The sons and daughters of other big families, what is their behavior, Qiu Wen has never seen it. But I've never seen pork, and I've seen pigs run. Day by day in the small kitchen, listening to them chatting, I also know the secrets of some big families. However, what can be passed on and known by the streets and alleys is not a secret.

Through their mouths, Qiu Wen knows: big families are rich, pomp and circumstance, and big families have a lot of blood. It's not as clean as others think. What is adultery with his father's concubine, what is the mother's maidservant who is strong, what is cheating and love with his brother's aunt, what is secretly communicating with his grandfather's uncle's concubine, there are a lot of dirty things, and it is a mess. It seems that regardless of whether there is money or not, those things that cannot be put on the table are also done by the rich.

In comparison, Uncle is simply a clear stream.

She thought: From now on, I will serve in front of the uncle. It doesn't matter if you say 'slave or maid,' or 'I,' no one else can hear you. There is only one uncle who can hear. If others don't know, it doesn't matter what it's called.

She nodded, "Okay." ”

Ximo said gently: "There is no one here, you are tired, but you can sit down." There is no hindrance. ”

"Uncle, I'm not tired. Just stand. ”

"But I think you're tired."

"That's the uncle's opinion."

"Even so...... How about sitting and resting? ”

"It's okay to stand and walk."

Ximo kept shaking his head. It seems that she can't be moved. Or just keep her personality.

"Uncle, if you don't want to tell the story of Acacia Beans, Qiuwen won't listen to it."

Qiu Wen carried a small bucket of water, watching that the water in it was almost empty, and just wanted to finish listening to it, and then go to the small pond in front of him to fill it. In the end, it is a big family, this pond is cooked, and the water in it is clear and clean as if it has been distilled.

"How not?"

Ximo sat helplessly on the stump, but after thinking about it, he still stood up, he held a pine tree with one hand, and drove away a strange insect flying in the air with the other, and said softly: "Acacia Bean, it is about the story of a prince and a nun of the Southern Dynasty......"