At night, Xia Yuan lay in front of the table, brushing a little bit of hard work in the light of the candle flame, and it was a dense page of paper, he was just about to pick up a new piece of white paper, the door creaked open a small crack, and the slight movement in the silence made him subconsciously turn his head.

Then the door opened, Zhao Yuerong's little head poked in, and his face couldn't help but turn red when he saw Xia Yuan.

It's too hot in summer, there is no air conditioning, no fan, and there is a candle lighting next to it, Xia Yuan took off his clothes directly in order to be cool, and sat there shirtless, with a pair of white obscene pants left on his body, and his trouser legs were also pulled high by him.

After staring at it for a few moments, Zhao Yuerong blushed and looked away, then took a deep breath, pushed open the door and stepped in, still holding a newly sewn dress in his arms.

A scholar's robe, with wide robes and large sleeves, the special noun is called straight jacket, and the cloth is made of the cloth that Xia Yuan bought in Beijing before.

"Husband, this is what I made from your old clothes, you wear it to see if it fits, and I will change it if it doesn't fit."

"Okay."

Xia Yuan was not polite, took the clothes and put them directly on his body, according to the size of the old clothes, the size was not too big or small, just right.

Zhao Yuerong circled around Xia Yuan a few times, and then stood on tiptoe to look at Xia Yuan's shoulder, and found that there was nothing inappropriate, and his little face suddenly became happy, and he would strengthen the stitches tomorrow, and then he could wear it.

"Did you make yourself new clothes?"

"I don't..."

"Stop."

Xia Yuan waved his hand and made a pause gesture, Zhao Yuerong opened his mouth, and he knew what this Nizi was going to say.

It must be that I don't need it, or I don't need it, or that kind of excuse anyway.

After thinking about it, he asked, "I am your husband, should you listen to me?" ”

When the little girl heard this, she hurriedly said, "Well, listen to your husband." ”

"Then you will make one for yourself tomorrow, no, make two new clothes, I will check them then, do you hear?"

After hesitating, Zhao Yuerong nodded lightly, "Hmm." ”

Xia Yuan was satisfied, just picked up the brush, and instructed uneasily, "By the way, the new clothes are made beautifully, and you are not allowed to use leftovers to make a patch out." ”

He suspected that if he hadn't said this, the girl would have used the leftover scraps to make her a new dress for sewing and mending.

"Okay, if it's okay, you can go back to your room and go to sleep."

To explain, Xia Yuan was not in a hurry to take off his clothes, dipped his brush in ink, and was about to put down the pen, but suddenly a small hand pulled the cuff.

"Husband...."

"Huh?" Xia Yuan turned his head suspiciously, "Anything else?" ”

Zhao Yuerong opened her mouth, met Xia Yuan's inquiring eyes, her face began to turn red again, she hung her head and twisted for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to ask in a low voice, "Where is my husband sleeping tonight?" ”

"Just sleep here."

"Oh..."

The little girl sighed softly, her hand still tightly pulling Xia Yuan's cuffs and not letting go, as if she had something to say, but she wanted to stop talking.

Looking at her squeezing appearance, Xia Yuan understood the meaning of this little girl very well, but unfortunately....

His gaze swept over her flat, unfluctuating small breasts, and Xia Yuan said with some regret: "You are still young and have not grown up yet, don't always think about the cave house every day." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yuerong couldn't help but be stunned, followed by an irrepressible shame, this shame made her cheeks hot, and there was an inexplicable anger, and she couldn't help puffing up her mouth and retorted: "I didn't think about it!" ”

Well, although the voice has been raised a few notches, the slightly childish voice is there, even if it is a little ashamed, and it sounds like a lover is coquettish.

"Yes, you didn't think about it, it was I who thought about it."

"Really?" The little girl had renewed hope.

"Fake, hurry back to your room and go to sleep."

..................

In the following days, Xia Yuan's life became regular, he went to school in the school every day, and then wrote about eagle shooting when he got the opportunity.

After more than ten days of struggle, he had written nearly 100,000 words, and he originally planned to take the manuscript to the Beijing bookstore to talk about the price, but he was delayed by the busy farming.

In the north, wheat is grown, and in early July, the wheat is ripe, and when you stand on the ridge of the field, you can see that it is golden, and it is time to harvest.

The men who were busy harvesting wheat in the fields talked and laughed, and they sincerely rejoiced in this good year.

Xia Yuan's family has four acres of land, and by the time he and his little daughter-in-law rushed to the field to prepare for the harvest, a group of people had already begun to help his family cut wheat.

Only then did he remember that he didn't seem to have to take care of the busy farming season every year, and it was all done with the help of these farmers.

And there is a very special relationship between his family and these farmers who help with the work, which cannot be said to be hired and employed, but it should be a relationship of affiliation.

This is purely a matter of the Ming system.

Xia Yuan's dead cheap father is a lifter, he himself is a talent, according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, a person with a reputation like his own family does not have to pay taxes on acres of land and do not have to serve forced labor.

Therefore, this has given rise to a unique situation, many ordinary peasant people will attach their fields to the name of the same village Xiucai, or raise people, in order to avoid the tenant tax of the imperial court.

And in return, they will hand over some of the harvested grain to these talents at the autumn harvest every year, of course, which is lower than the imperial court taxes.

Xia Yuan's family is also in this situation, there are several families in the village whose fields are attached to his family's name, but the villagers have never confiscated any tenant rent since his ancestors were famous.

And these simple crop men are not happy in their hearts, so they help their families sow seeds, fertilize, harvest, and expose them to the sun every year.

Anyway, they don't have to worry about everything in the field, in short, they provide one-stop service.

"No wonder..."

Xia Yuan suddenly said that there was no scene of working in the field in his memory, and it stands to reason that his family is not wealthy, and there is no tenant, it turns out that this is the reason.

The two of them squatted under the big tree on the edge of the ridge, listening to the sound of cicadas, watching the people in the field busy, Zhao Yuerong couldn't help but move again.

"Squatting here, I don't need your help, and you won't be able to do farm work."

As soon as her body was halfway up, Xia Yuan reached out and pressed her shoulder, sewing and mending, washing and cooking, and taking care of housework, the little girl is definitely a good hand, but she can't do farm work at all, what can she do if she runs down.

What's more, people's psychology is a very wonderful thing, and they took her to squat next to them and stand by, but these dealers felt that their hearts were steady.

But once they run down to help, these people will have no bottom in their hearts, and they will wonder, are they planning to collect land rent?

"I can't do it, I can learn."

"Yes, you can learn."

As he spoke, Xia Yuan reached out and pinched his little daughter-in-law's arm, "But your little arms and thin legs, even if you learn it, you are not suitable for farm work, you see that person is not, just the big black and tall man, that is called the appearance of farm work, he looks like five big and three thick, similar to Lu Zhishen, and he is energetic at a glance." ”

"Who is Lu Zhishen?"

"Oh, it's a monk, but it's amazing, he can uproot the weeping willows, and he killed a pork seller with three punches."

Zhao Yuerong's eyes widened slightly, "Killed someone?" ”

Xia Yuan nodded, "Ang." ”

"Then did he report the death to the officer?"

“......”

Xia Yuan was silent for a moment, and then said: "I didn't report it, so he didn't just become a monk." ”