Zhong Qinghe's words made Jia Yunzhu, who was originally a simple idea, stunned all of a sudden, and she couldn't make up her mind for a while.

"Do you know anything about that person?"

In Zhong Qinghe's eyes, Jia Yunzhu, who has been cultivated by everyone's ladies, should not have been in contact with his sweetheart for a long time, maybe just blind worship. The adoration of a girl's heart is something that most girls have experienced.

Jia Yunzhu nodded and said, "I can often see him, and occasionally he can talk, he is very kind and reads very well." ”

Just a few simple comments, Jia Yunzhu was already blushing.

"Why don't you help me ask him if his tone is good?"

In the end, Jia Yunzhu still doesn't give up, and he doesn't want the person on the tip of his heart to find someone to marry like that.

"Okay, so who the hell is he?"

If it is usually Zhong Qinghe may not care about these things, but the daughter of the squire's family, in Zhong Qinghe's opinion, it is right to make a friend, he is helpless in this other world, and he has to find some backers.

"He ......"

"Qinghe, how about lighting a fire here?"

Without waiting for Jia Yunzhu to say the other party's name, Wei Jingyang came back from picking up firewood, and shouted at Zhong Qinghe with a big hug of Chai He.

"Okay." After Zhong Qinghe replied, he turned his head and said to Jia Yunzhu: "Let's bake the fire first, so as not to suffer from the wind and cold for a while." ”

Even if there is the sun, it is not a trivial matter to fall into the water, and when the conditions do not allow, baking and roasting the fire to drive away the cold is also the only choice.

After Wei Jingyang lit the fire, he turned around and lit another fire not far away, and roasted himself.

The fourteen-year-old boy already knew the difference between men and women, but unfortunately Zhong Qinghe didn't think about it deeply, or didn't notice this problem at all.

When Jia Yunzhu saw Wei Jingyang walking away, his heart was steady, so he sat next to the fire.

I wanted to continue talking about the topic just now, but I didn't expect the maids and family members from Jiafu to come over.

"Tomorrow, you come to Jiafu to find me, okay?"

Jia Yunzhu said to Zhong Qinghe before leaving.

Zhong Qinghe nodded, and Jia Yunzhu walked towards the bottom of the mountain with the support of the maid.

This episode did not have any impact on the fish-catching activities of the two people, taking advantage of the ignition of firewood, Wei Jingyang went to the lake to catch two fish, Zhong Qinghe simply dealt with it, and skewered it with a branch, and the fresh grilled fish can be said to be freshly made and eaten.

The ingredients are simple, but the taste is still excellent. Zhong Qinghe sighed in his heart, the taste of wild fish in ancient times is different, and the taste of fish is so beautiful.

After lunch, with the help of Wei Jingyang, Zhong Qinghe also caught two big fish.

The two of them returned with a full load, and Zhong Qinghe thought in his heart that he would have to go up the mountain often if he had nothing to do in the future, whether it was fish or vegetables, the taste of the original ecology was different.

As soon as Zhong Qinghe had processed the fish and hung it up to dry, Wei Changtian, the head of Weijia Village, and his daughter-in-law, Aunt Tao, came.

"Qinghe, Jingyang, this is just coming back from Crescent Lake?"

Wei Changtian saw the fish and wild vegetables in the yard and estimated that the two children should go to the mountain.

"Yes, uncle, I want to eat fish today, so I went to Crescent Lake to catch a few."

Zhong Qinghe made a pot of tea with sun-dried wild chrysanthemums, and poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea for Wei Changtian and Aunt Tao.

"Qinghe, what kind of tea are you? Why is it so delicious? ”

Aunt Tao took a sip, and the taste she had never experienced before made her feel very surprised.

Wei Changtian heard his daughter-in-law say this, and also tasted it, the light taste, the fragrance was pleasant.

"Is this a chrysanthemum?"

Wei Changtian asked uncertainly, he had long heard that someone could make tea from flowers, but he didn't know if Zhong Qinghe made it the kind people said.