"Huh? Isn't this Song Er? What a good girl! What? I don't know? Your second girl, isn't she working for the magistrate? The strength is a little smaller, and the work thief brings the same, and at first glance he is an expert. The magistrate is trying to plant new grains, and the seedlings are all emerging at this time. The seedlings came out so thinly, and they were said to be thick. If this can be done, it will save a lot of money just by growing food. ”

As he spoke, the old farmer couldn't help but look forward to it, looking forward to his own family being able to eat enough no matter the good years and famine.

Song Erlang was ashamed, and he didn't dare to say to others, "Actually, I beat my daughter, and my daughter was forcibly taken away by the Gu family". waved goodbye to the old man, and went to the house with a hoe depressed, but when he entered the door, he found his daughter-in-law squatting in the corner and vomiting.

"What's going on?"

Haitang Niang blushed and said, "Maybe, it's happy." ”

Song Erlang hurriedly dropped the hoe, doubted the letter, and said: "I know that you will vomit if you are happy, but when you gave birth to those three girls before, you didn't vomit." Yes? This can't be a son, right? ”

Haitang Niang hurriedly pulled back Song Erlang, who jumped up, and reassured: "His father, don't shout yet, what if it's not?" Wait a few more days, ask Dr. Lin from Songlin to take a look, and it's not too late to tell someone else. ”

Song Erlang nodded, but he pulled Begonia Niang out, and said as he walked: "Let's go see the doctor." ”

The corn seedlings in the field are very good, and when they are about to be watered, a spring rain falls, timely, and energy-saving, Song Haitang is happy to bloom, and it is really idle for a few days. The food and drink in the courtyard were very good, and Qiu Ju came over for three days to pass on the family affairs.

During the days when she was away from home, Song Haitang lived very comfortably.

In another month, the first fruits and vegetables in the greenhouse will come down, go into the city tomorrow to meet Yao Feifei, Song Haitang calculated in his heart. Qiu Ju ran over panting, and couldn't hide her joy: "Second sister, my mother is going to give us a younger brother!" ”

In other words, the cheap lady is pregnant again? That's great news! I don't know men and women yet, but there's hope, isn't it? A woman without a son, in this land, that day was really sad.

Song Haitang was happy for the cheap girl, and immediately left the more serious thing with Song Erlang, brought some food, and went home with Haitang.

Song Erlang was so happy that he was in a mess, Song Haitang was outside for him again, and when he saw someone, he said kindly: "Haitang is also here, talk to your mother." ”

"Yes."

Looking at her mother, who didn't know how long she had been crying, Song Haitang smiled and said: "This is a happy thing, why is my mother crying?" The younger brother will be there soon, and the house will be built as soon as possible. I'll go into the city tomorrow to see Miss Yao and urge her to find someone to help us build a tiled house. ”

Thinking of his son, Song Erlang was full of motivation and nodded with a smile.

There are farms, and Begonia Niang's eggs and chicken soup are all eaten. Just because of the tile house, Begonia Niang didn't want her daughter to suffer too much, so she was reluctant to eat an egg, so she saved money to sell it and save money for Begonia Messenger.

After Yao Feifei learned about it, he bought 100 eggs from Song He's family and sent them to Song's family. Summer has arrived, and Gu Yao has also come to the other courtyard. When I stewed chicken soup at home, I asked someone to send a bowl to Song's house, and Begonia Niang had to drink it if she didn't drink it.

With the help of these two sisters, the second room of the Song family suddenly became the focus of Ruanjiazhuang, and Song Haitang was a girl praised by everyone, and many people showed that they wanted to get married. Not only Song Haitang, but also Song Yingchun, who is two years older, is a standard school-age woman, and some people have revealed some meanings. Begonia Niang took this matter very seriously, held her stomach and probed around.

The new house of the He and Song families has been built, the Gu family's horse farm has been built, and the people from Fengcheng have come twice, but Zheng Zhi still has no news at all.

The people who came to Fengcheng this time were more special, Meng Xuan came in person, and when he saw Gu Yao, he asked, "Is your father's silver enough?" I heard that your old man didn't give out any money, so my father gave another thousand taels. ”

Gu Yao hurriedly said: "Enough." Grandfather didn't give it, grandmother did. My grandmother gave her a season's harvest from the wedding field, which was enough for my father. Uncle Eleven came in person, but is there something? ”

"Hmm."

After a pause, Meng Xuan motioned for Han Xiang to go down, Gu Yao bowed his head, Han Xiang retreated, and carefully closed the door for the two.

Only then did Meng Xuan whisper in Gu Yao's ear, "Father asked me to ask you if he wants to tell you if he wants to be old." ”

Ask me? Why? Gu Yao looked puzzled, Meng Xuan got up and waved his hand as well. His old man not only asked, but also asked him to ask quietly, which shows how abnormal it is.

After thinking about it, Gu Yao asked, "Grandpa Meng, but what unusual things have happened?" ”

"It's nothing—" Meng Xuan thought for a moment and changed his words, "There is also a small matter, the young master's adopted son, who stayed in Fengcheng for a few days a month ago. My father also met the boy in person and said a lot. ”

"Who is the young master?"

What Yuan Fang said to Gu Yao before was an old thing; Gu Zhixian rarely talked to Gu Yao about the affairs of the court, and after a few years, Gu Yao didn't know much about the facts, and a high-level figure like the young master was even more unknown.

Meng Xuan said angrily: "Young Master Yao." ”

The surname Yao, could it be - "Yao Guangxiao? ”

Meng Xuan slapped him and said angrily: "Don't call the young master by his name. ”

Gu Yao stuck out his tongue mischievously.

She has heard of Yao Guangxiao's name a little, and this person is very powerful. It is reported...... Gu Yao really didn't know what he did, so he had to ask Meng Xuan: "What does he do?" ”

Meng Xuan was shocked and asked, "Do you know his name, but don't you know his identity?" Master Dao Yan, who is proficient in the three sects! ”

Mage, with the breath of fortune-telling. The various prophecies in the history books are very unreasonable, but the facts are reliable. Gu Yao tried his best to recall the only historical knowledge he had, the major events of the Yongle period.

Meng Xuan saw that she was silent, and the young man was not in awe of the gods, nor did he ask, but said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and I want to go home for the holidays." You think about it first, and when I return to Fengcheng, it's not too late to give me an answer. ”

Mid-Autumn Festival!

August 15, a toxic day. One was the Tumu Warat Change, in which the emperor was arrested; One was when the Mongols were fought during the Yongle period, the whole army was wiped out. But she didn't know exactly what year.

This stalk on August 15, Gu Yao watched it from martial arts. The time in it has been changed, and history is not respected. However, no matter what year it is, it is true that Yongle has not beaten Mongolia, Gu Yao said: "You don't have to wait until then, just say it now, say goodbye." ”

"You just think about it so casually, and you have the answer?"

Gu Yao couldn't say it, it was a woman's intuition, so he smiled politely and nodded. Afraid that Meng Xuan would ask more, she hurriedly said: "You just answer Grandpa Meng like that." Also, Is Uncle Eleven sure he wants to go home? In the past, I didn't call Uncle Eleven's family to come, but I called you here now - not because August 22 is your birthday? ”

Meng Xuan smiled and said, "You know, I don't like to use my brain, you answer me and remember, and I won't ask you why, why are you panicking?" ”

Believe that you have ghosts.

Compared with Gu Yao's undignified eyebrows, Meng Xuan sat down generously, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Reveal more, it's fake to celebrate my birthday, and it's true to be married." However, I'm not Meng Zhao's uselessness. I don't cooperate with this, and my mother doesn't have a problem. ”

Gu Yao gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Uncle Eleven is so smart, how can he be embarrassed to say that he doesn't like to use his brains?" ”

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