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After eating the white noodles, Du Ruo washed half a bag of grain, dried it, and in the afternoon, she led the little ox and let it carry the grain to the big stone mill in the village to grind the noodles.

Song Ju'an likes to feed the little cattle when he has nothing to do, Cai's legs and feet are not good and he doesn't go to the ground much, but he often goes to the nearby mowing grass for it to eat, so the little cattle grow quickly, his strength is also great, and the brown and yellow hair on his body gradually deepens.

It didn't take long for it to be polished, and she took the small broom used on the pot to clean the stone grinder.

Cai Shi stood far away on crutches, she was not worried that Du Rulan would work hard at all, but she did it all silently alone.

She smashed her mouth, thinking that something was wrong with this woman lately, and maybe she could really do something to poison people. Seeing that Du Rulan had packed up, Cai went home first with a crutch.

Du Ruo led the little ox and walked slowly, although it was afternoon, but the weather was still hot, the sun was scorching the earth, there was no one walking around in the village, she had always been afraid of cold and not afraid of heat, and she didn't do heavy work, but she didn't think it was nothing.

After walking not far, she saw Song Ju'an appear on the single-plank bridge on the other side, he went to look for Han Liang again, and when he saw her, he walked towards her.

Song Ju'an walked up to her, took the rope of the morning glory from her hand, and glanced at the things that the little ox was carrying on his back, "Come to grind the noodles?" He asked.

"Hmm." She took two slow steps, falling behind, calmly watching his back.

A teaching gentleman, a butcher, the two exaggerated to say that it is a beautiful jade stubborn stone, one is pure, one is simple, one is holding a scroll, the other is holding a knife in his hand, there is a difference in vulgarity, what kind of friendship can exist?

What made her even more puzzled was that every time Han Liang killed a pig before or after buying, he would always send some pork to the Song family, and he didn't need money.

A few days ago, the Song family had a lot of farm work, and they were too busy, Han Liang also came to help, it seems that as long as the Song family has something, Han Liang will take a hand, not to mention that the two of them usually have something to do with each other to drink some wine and sit down to talk.

Such a generous man is also extremely powerful, generous, and considerate of others.

Han Liang looks like a good man who is not afraid of hard work, although he has a scar on his face and looks scary, he must have saved some savings in his hands, and the girl will not have a bad life if she marries him. However, Du Ruo heard from Mrs. Wang that there were many people who used to tell Han Liang that he was too high-minded and too picky, and he didn't succeed at once.

One doesn't want to get married......

A daughter-in-law who marries a daughter-in-law but never touches ......

When Cai's leg was broken, Han Liang was also very concerned and helped pay for the consultation; In Qingyang Temple, he helped deal with the robbers and rescued Song Ju'an from Zhenfeng; He always helps the Song family do things, sends some food every once in a while, does not ask for anything in return, and dedicates silently......

Is there a ...... between the two of them She looked at Song Ju'an in front of her, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

The social ethos of this dynasty was acceptable, but same-sex love was still not tolerated. Once discovered, they will be looked at strangely by others, ridiculed, beaten and scolded, and even imprisoned.

Du Ruo was shocked by her discovery, and many things ran out of her mind to support her conjecture.

No wonder, no wonder!

In the evening, the warm wind became cool, and the leaves of several trees planted outside Song's house rattled, as if they were singing a non-stop song.

Du Ruo lay on the only rattan chair in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, listening to the Cai family and Mrs. Wang talking in the hall.

"Yunshui Embroidery Village in Gunan Town has started recruiting people again this year!" Mrs. Wang said.

Cai Shi listened, remembered last year's incident, shook his head and regretted: "Our village went to Hui Niang, Hui Niang female worker, when she was a child, she specially found someone to teach her, but unfortunately she went to a few days and was not feeling well, and then recuperated at home, and never went again!" ”

"It's a pity! The two girls of the Su family can do it, Qingniang is generous and kind, Huiniang is ingenious, and she is beautiful! Look, someone came to the door yesterday to propose marriage, but was rejected by Su Qun'er! I don't know what kind of son-in-law he wants to find for his second daughter! Anyway, a white and handsome man like Ju An is hard to find with a lantern! ”

Cai's mouth closed happily when he heard this, and he sighed again and again, "You also know that Ju'an, this kid has a good temper, and he can't bear to take a break from Du's family, if he hadn't married Hui Niang!" Our old Song family has already had a queen! ”

Giving birth to a child, having a queen, and retiring from writing, Du Ruo heard that her ears were about to give birth to a cocoon, so she naturally didn't care, she cared about Yunshui Embroidery Village's search for an embroidery girl, but the angry thing was that Du Shi didn't know how to work as a woman, and it was too late to study.

She swept a leaf in her hand and swept her lips and face in thought.

Embroidery Zhuang Zhao embroidery girl, those embroidery girls must be very skillful, depicting embroidery is not a problem, but she will cut embroidery patterns, for clothing patterns, also know a little bit about a thing or two, more importantly, she can also draw down.

The work of Qingyang Temple is not over, it is early, but there is always a time to finish, but if you do things in the embroidery village, you will find a long-term meal ticket, no accident, you can sit down all the time, the longer you do it, the more the female workers of those embroidery girls will get it, and the more you will be paid.

Why didn't she give it a try?

If you try it, you won't be able to die, and those with thick skin will get more opportunities.

Inside the house, Cai's voice was so low that she couldn't hear it, and the two whispered to each other for a while, and then looked at the door for fear that Du Ruo would suddenly enter.

"She's scared these days, and she's like a different person!" Cai muttered.

"Isn't that right? Don't be crazy, live a good life with Ju'an, and give birth to a big fat boy next year! ”

"Cut! She can't give birth, the decoction she took from the goddess is almost finished, and she doesn't see any movement, so she is honest and easy to bully, refusing to let her go back to her parents' house, she can't hold back things in her heart, I have to take a good look at the two of them! ”

Mrs. Wang nodded approvingly.

When Mrs. Wang and Cai's finished speaking, they came out of the house, and saw Du Ruo lying on a rattan chair in the courtyard, looking at the sky motionlessly, and he didn't know if he was asleep.

"Rulan! You don't go back to the house to sleep? Mrs. Wang asked her.

Seeing that Du Rulan didn't move, Mrs. Wang ignored her and walked out of the door to go back to her house.

Du Ruo opened his eyes, changed his position and lay crookedly, and closed his eyes again. The night breeze tonight was really refreshing, especially since she had just taken a cool shower.

When I figured it out, I was happy with everything.

Song Ju'an put down the book, picked up the oil lamp a few times with a needle, and continued to read.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly looked up at the bed and found that Du Rulan hadn't entered the house yet, so late, and he didn't hear her voice, what about people?

He got up and went out the door, and saw a man lying on a wicker chair under the tree in the courtyard, seemingly asleep.

In the hall, Cai's and Song's father had already fallen asleep, blew out the lights, and closed the door.

Song Ju'an turned around and went back to the house.

After another half an hour, Song Ju'an opened the curtain of the West House, took a thin sheet in his hand, walked over, and unfolded the sheet to cover her.

She slept very quietly except for the slight sound of breathing, Song Ju'an stared at her for a while, confirmed that she was asleep, and then boldly stretched out his hand to rub it on her face and feel it.

There is still no touch of a disguised mask, it is still tight, and it is still smooth and gentle skin.

His slender fingers finally stopped at the corners of her lips, hesitated and did not raise his hand, and drew a circle around her soft lips.

It was as if a feather was fluttering on his heart, a little itchy, and complicated emotions poured out, Song Juan withdrew his hand and went back to the house.

The next day. After Du Ruo woke up, her hands and feet were numb, she actually slept on this wicker chair all night, and she didn't know when she fell asleep, and no one paid attention to her.

Song Ju'an had already gotten up and was drawing water from the well outside the door, she heard the movement and walked to the door, stretched out her head to take a look, and went back to the house to change her clothes, it was the new dress, combed her hair back and tied it well, looked at herself neatly and cleanly, and then went out to wash her face.

She went to the house again to get a piece of cake, drank a few sips of water, and said to Song Ju'an, who came in with the water: "I have to go out today." ”

"Where are you going?" He was a little surprised, this woman didn't plan to circle around him and spy on him?

"Yunshui Embroidery Village."

"What are you going to do?"

"Let's see if we can get a job." With that, she walked out.

Song Ju'an's eyes were slightly rippling, and a smile flashed at the corner of his lips.

Funny tight.

In fact, Du Ruo is going to go to Qingyang Temple first, and then go to Yunshui Embroidery Village, anyway, the two are not far away, Yunshui Embroidery Village is in Gunan Town, and Gunan Town is located two miles north of Qingyang Temple. There are many Zhuangzi set up by wealthy people in the city, such as embroidery villages, cloth villages, iron shops, medicine shops, and so on.

At the beginning, Gunan Town was just a small town, there were a few small private shops in the town, and later the business started, and there were more people gathered, and it became famous from far and near, and attracted many people to go, and Zhuangzi also opened one after another.

She found the seventh brother who was driving the carriage and asked him to send her to Qingyang Temple.

I didn't go to the temple for a few days, and maybe Master Zhenluo thought that she wouldn't go and handed over the work to others.

When she arrived at the temple, she explained her intention, and the monk who guarded the door had already recognized her and led her to a meditation room dedicated to painting. It didn't take long for Master Zhenluo to arrive.

Du Ruo got up and saluted him, "Master Zhenluo, I'm sorry, I've been busy at home recently, and I really can't take a break." ”

"It's okay, it's not something that can be completed in a short period of time, it's hard work for the female donor, it's better to taste tea first and then start work!" Mana sat down.

Du Ruo nodded, took a few sips of the tea made by the monk, and the fragrance of the tea lingered on the end of his nose, and even the mellow fragrance was left between his lips and teeth at this time.

"The booklet of Buddhist relics has been completed, and then the female donor will paint a portrait of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, the donor can read the book first, or can have some understanding, if there is any incomprehension, subtlety, you can ask the poor monk at any time." Zhenluo handed over a thread-bound book.

Du Ruo took it with a smile, but before he could open it, Zhenluo continued: "Donor, the things you told the poor monk last time, the poor monk thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't solve it, and it seems that he can't help you." ”

"Thank you, Master Zhenluo, let's put this matter aside for the time being!"

Du Ruo sat cross-legged on the mat, blended the ink and brush, and carefully traced the lines, these most basic things are all familiar by heart, and the speed is also fast.

Every time she goes to Qingyang Temple, she sits indoors alone, doing what she likes, accompanied by sandalwood, her heart is calm and peaceful.

Just as she was fully engaged, she suddenly heard a commotion outside, and someone banged on the door from left to right, shouting 'Help!' He passed by the door of her room, thinking that there was no one inside, and continued to knock on the next one.

Du Ruo hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, walked over and opened the door.