Seeing that Yan Qinglu was so serious, Ye Sang was silent and looked in the direction that Yan Qinglu was pointing.

"Is that him?"

The persimmon trees are taller, half a head taller than the surrounding trees.

Ye Sang and Yan Qinglu were standing on the tree, and they happened to see a man with a mask waving the hilt of his sword on the cliff not far away.

"Yes, Miss Yesan! Isn't that person following us all the time? ”

Yan Qinglu muttered quietly, and his legs and stomach felt a little soft.

The masked man had already chased him twice, and he didn't think that the third time he ran into the other party, the other party would let him go.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing that Ye Sang and Yan Qinglu were both motionless in the tree, as if they were watching something, Zhao Chen's also climbed the tree and looked at the masked man in the distance.

"It turned out to be the son of Wen Sheng, the big boss of Shunfeng Village."

Zhao Chen said, and planned to call people over for a gathering.

"Don't! Don't call him! Yan Qinglu wilted in an instant, and looked at Ye Sang aggrievedly: "Miss Ye Sang, don't let you make a public noise." ”

It was also at this time that Wen Sheng, who was on the opposite side, fought with two people, and was about to leave after arresting someone.

"Don't bother Prince Wen Sheng, he seems to be a little busy."

Ye Sang was still thinking about what to use to prevaricate Zhao Chen, and seeing that Wen Sheng had already left with someone, she waved her hand, pretending that she was also helpless.

"Oh, I see, I thought you were on good terms."

Zhao Chen stopped calling people over, he beckoned the two of them to go to the ground, and picked persimmons on the tree by himself.

"Zhao Chen, you try to throw it towards this piece as much as possible."

Before coming, Ye Sang prepared a rag in advance, and at this time she had already laid out the rag and instructed Zhao Chen to throw it at this rag.

Then she and Yan Qinglu threw the persimmons into the bamboo basket one by one.

The masked man is in the distance, and Zhao Chen is in front of him, so Zhao Chen shouldn't be the masked man, right?

Picking up the persimmon, Ye Sang also remembered this incident.

Since Zhao Chen was not a masked man, she was relieved.

"That's supposed to be enough."

Zhao Chen picked the persimmons from the entire tree, and he also looked in the direction of the village, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

However, he quickly came down from the tree and helped Ye Sang and Yan Qinglu throw the remaining persimmons into the basket.

The rest that could not be put down was thrown on the rag that Ye Sang brought. The two opposite corners are knotted to form a large burden.

"You and Yan Qinglu carry the burden, and I'll do the rest."

Zhao Chen cut down two sturdy branches nearby, cleaned up the side branches, and asked Ye Sang and Yan Qinglu to carry them.

And he himself used another wooden stick, hung three baskets of persimmons at both ends, and carried forward.

"Miss Yesang, your husband's strength is good."

Yan Qinglu glanced at Ye Sang with bad intentions as he spoke, and instantly gossiped: "By the way, do you need me to help you calculate the marriage between the two of you?" ”

"Come again, Yan Qinglu, are you addicted to being a charlatan?"

Thinking that last time Yan Qinglu counted casually, he actually counted her with the masked man, Ye Sang wanted to throw Yan Qinglu out.

This time, you still want to count her and Zhao Chen?

"Miss Ye Sang, I'm not an ordinary charlatan, I'm really good at fortune-telling."

"Oh." Ye Sang nodded very perfunctorily: "Yes, it's a charlatan who was arrested by the government." ”

"Humph!" Yan Qinglu twisted his head, but became aggrieved.

He carried the burden and quickly caught up with Zhao Chen.

"Zhao Chen, do you want Uncle Yan to calculate your future for you? Or the outcome of the matter, I can also figure it out. ”

Afraid that Zhao Chen would misunderstand himself, Yan Qinglu also emphasized again: "It's not allowed not to collect money!" ”

"Uncle Yan helped me see, 'The thing I have always wanted to do in my heart can be successful.'" Zhao Chen said, and glanced at Ye Sang meaningfully.

What I've always wanted to do, or ...... to her

Ye Sang paused with his hand holding the wooden stick, and glanced at Zhao Chen's burly shoulder.

The man who came out of the mountains and wilderness is now a soldier again, and Zhao Chen's chest is a little stronger than that of ordinary people.

Well, that's good......

But she's not just someone either.

"Things you think."

Yan Qinglu swiped lightly on the ground with his foot, watching the stone he kicked out roll down the hill and fall into the river, but it was touched by the stone in the river and flew out.

Yan Qinglu never looked at people's five elements and eight characters, he only used the things around him to divinate him. Sometimes it's just a few leaves, sometimes it's just a small stone.

It's just that this hexagram made Yan Qinglu confused.

"You'll get it done, but you'll ...... in the end"

The stone ran away, and Yan Qinglu didn't know the result.

"I don't think you'll lie to anyone."

Ye Sang sneered, lifted the bag of persimmons, and walked in front.

They finally caught up with the village during their lunch break.

Seeing so many persimmons, Zhao Erye smiled and proposed.

"There are so many persimmons, let's keep some according to the custom, and let's exchange the rest with everyone's wild vegetables."

"Dad, forget it this time, the weather will be cold in two days, and food and fruits will be a very scarce resource." Li looked at those persimmons, but his face was worried.

An autumn rain and a cold, after the last autumn rain, it was obviously much colder.

"But persimmons can only be eaten astringently, so much, will they be spoiled?"

Liu Chunniang looked at those persimmons, happy and a little worried at the same time.

"Persimmons are not the only way to eat, so they can't be broken."

Ye Sang said and used a dagger to remove the skin of the persimmon: "The persimmon is peeled and dried, and the frost will appear in cold weather, so it can be left for about half a year." ”

"Really? But will you be able to eat it then? ”

The second room of the Zhao family looked at Ye Sang suspiciously.

In their cognition, the persimmons picked are soaked in cold quicklime water for three days to get rid of astringency, and then they will become crisp and sweet.

As for the way Ye Sang said, they had never heard it.

"The taste will be very, and this persimmon skin."

Ye Sang picked up the small persimmon skin and continued to speak: "After the persimmon skin is dried, it can be mashed into minced pieces, and it can be made into steamed buns with noodles." ”

"Wouldn't that be able to be eaten later?"

This news made the people in the second room of the Zhao family very happy.

If they really can, will they have another batch of food?

Although they have gone from starting on the road, half a bun per person per meal has become a bun.

But who would dislike a lot of food!

"Sangsang, you're not kidding?"

Seeing that Ye Sang nodded very seriously, Zhao Chen took Ye Sang's hand and walked towards the place where Li was resting.

"Zhao Chen, where are we going?" Ye Sang's face was full of doubts, and he didn't know what Zhao Chen was going to do.

Their tugging also caused a riot in the village.

"Won't these two be awkward?"

After one mother-in-law finished speaking, the other mother-in-law continued.

"Zhao Chen has been absent from the village, who knows how many hats Ye Sang has worn to Zhao Chen! I think this Zhao Chen must have gone to Li Zheng to comment. ”

The speaker had no intention, but Zhou Wenchang, who was passing by, heard it clearly.

What? Zhao Chen wants to find Li Zheng to repair Ye Sang?