I was a young master in ancient times

Chapter 137

The day before yesterday it rained patteringly all day, Ankang moved a bamboo chair and sat in the corridor to listen to the rain.Ping An and Louis were throwing pebbles to play, while Huahua lay on the pebbles, sweeping the ground with her fluffy tail.

There are two tanks of water lilies in the yard, and the leaves have just grown to the size of an adult's palm.The rain from top to bottom slapped on the lotus leaves, making them shake around.Huzi came running through the rain with a food box.Before standing still, Ankang asked, "Where did you go this morning? What are you doing out in the rain?"

"I grabbed some steamed buns in the old lady's yard this morning. It's still warm." Huzi opened the food box, and the smell of buns wafted out. Ping An and Louis, who were playing at the side, came over .

Ping An reached out to grab the buns, but Ankang gently patted them away, "Wash your hands."

He saw streams of rainwater dripping from the eaves, walked out of the corridor, and stretched out his small hand to catch the rainwater, but he didn't catch a few drops of water, and his sleeves were half wet.Ankang carried him into the house, first took him to wash his little hands, and then changed the little jacket outside.Now everyone else has taken off their padded jackets, and they are only worried that the child will be blown by the wind, and Wei will not let Ping An take off his padded jackets for the time being.

It's not happy to let people wear Ping'an after taking off their jackets to cool off.Ankang ran after the little fat man all over the room with his little jacket.

"Young master, young master." Huzi persuaded, carrying a food box, "Hurry up and put on your clothes and eat the buns. The buns should be cold in a while."

With the safety of food, he compromised, honestly asked his brother to put on a small jacket, and each of them held a big bun with Louis, sitting on a long red lacquered stool and swinging their little feet leisurely.

"Master, brother Shitou came over this morning and said that the fruit trees of Yuanming have arrived. When the rain stops tomorrow, we have to ask people to plant trees." Huzi said so, and laughed, "Brother Shitou also said, this time There are many more fruit trees than we originally wanted.”

The place where fruit trees were originally planned to be planted has already been filled with trees.After Ankang went to Yuan and Ming Dynasties, he re-planned a large orchard for planting the fruit seedlings that Zhao Fanshun paid for.

Ankang was about to speak when he saw a goldfish jump out of the water in the white porcelain jar, its tail curled in the air, and then quickly smashed into the white porcelain jar.

"Fish." Ping An obviously saw it, jumped off the stool with the bun in his arms, and took a few steps outside.

Hu Zi hurriedly stopped him, "Young master, be careful not to get your clothes wet."

Ping An has always been thinking about the goldfish, and after the rain stopped, he took Louis to the porcelain tank to look at the fish.There are three golden fish swimming around in the white porcelain tank, and it is completely impossible to tell which one jumped out of the water in the rain.The two children scratched the rim of the white porcelain jar, and stretched their heads to look carefully.Ping'an is short, he put his head on his toes and tried his best, his eyes followed the fish swimming in the water.Which fish is it?

The next morning, the sun came out early, and in just one morning, the bluestone slabs that were still dripping with water yesterday had been dried.

Ankang hadn't woken up yet, but Xianglan had already sent him the clothes for peace. "Eldest young master, Madam said it's hot, so she doesn't dare to put on a jacket for young master again."

"Sister Xianglan, you really came in time. Ping'an got wet yesterday, and I ran after him for a while with my coat on. If Huzi hadn't said that the steamed stuffed bun was going to be cold, he would probably have to hide for a while." Ankang joked. , "I promise I won't hide today."

Xianglan covered her handkerchief and smiled, her young master is a wonderful person.

Pingan finally took off his jacket, and he moved his arms briskly, only feeling that his arms were relaxed.In the carriage, he was also dishonest, holding the small curtain to keep looking out.When passing by the biscuit shop that he often ate, Pingan retracted his head and was about to call his brother, but Ankang said before him, "You ate three big buns this morning. You have eaten them like fat pigs, and the cows can't carry them." moved you."

"Ah." Ping'an opened his mouth, and was honest for a while, not knowing what he was thinking about.

People in twos and threes on the farm gather together to chat while working.When Hu Zi was working as a supervisor, he passed by a group of women pulling weeds, and heard someone say, "That daughter-in-law of Fu Dahe was originally a widow in the county. She and Fu Dahe went to the field to see the water yesterday. Didn't it rain yesterday? They were afraid that the field would be flooded. The husband and wife looked at the land in the south and the land in the north. Fu Dahe went to the north and came back to look for his wife after watching the water. I went home and went home without thinking about anything.”

"When Fu Dahe arrived home, he found that his wife was not at home. Where could his wife go on a rainy day? He went to his parents' house to look for him, but they couldn't find anyone. Later, the whole family ran to the field to look for him. His wife My son was lying on the ground. I heard that it was raining and the ground was slippery, so I fell in."

"The family invited a doctor from the village to look at it. The doctor saw that the child in his stomach was gone, and his right leg was broken. Now his wife is lying at home."

The woman on the side interjected, "Didn't Fu Dahe's previous wife lose her child in her stomach? Some people say that Fu Dahe and his current wife were angry. It's all retribution."

"Retribution, what retribution." The woman across from the woman brushed aside the weeds, "Liu Xia's child was stillborn in her womb. You can't blame her."

The chickens on the farm lost their yellow fluff, and the hair that grows back is a bit khaki.In addition, the big chicken is not as cute as the little yellow chicken, and Ping An doesn't like to run to the chicken coop either.Recently, he prefers picking flowers and fluttering butterflies by the roadside with Louis.

Pick that kind of yellow flower center, white petals, seven or eight small flowers blooming on a branch, as well as small daisies and small orchids, all mixed together.The entourage carefully tied the flowers Ping An picked into small bunches, and Ping An followed Ankang to bring the flowers home after get off work from the farm.One bouquet for mother and one bouquet for grandma.Within a few days, the house of Mrs. An and Wei Shi was filled with wild flowers, crowding out all the peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and lilies in the original vases.

Louis caught a croaking little frog in the grass and put it in the middle of the path.Ping An ran over and knelt down to watch.The little frog croaked twice, kicked his legs hard and jumped forward.Ping An was so startled that he jumped up too, and hurriedly grabbed the little frog back.The little frog jumped, and Ping An caught him back.After repeated tossing like this several times, the little frog squatted on the ground silently and refused to move.Ping An puffed his mouth, and tried his best to imitate, "croak." The little frog puffed up his cheeks and replied.Pingan squatted and jumped forward, lost his balance and fell face-to-face.

Fortunately, he was tough, before Louis could pull him, he got up by himself, wiped the dirt on his face indiscriminately, and turned to look for the little frog.The little frog took advantage of this time and jumped into the grass three times.Ping An chased after it and scraped the grass, but the little frog didn't know where to hide.

On the way home at night, Ankang asked him what he did during the day.Back in peace, "quack?"

Ankang: "What?"

Ping An: "Quack quack."

Ankang: ... "Okay, I see. How did you catch the little frog?" He turned to Louis and asked, "Is it a little frog or a little toad?" Before Louis could answer, Ankang had already caught the frog. He gave Ping An a new nickname, "Little□□Ping An."

The small flowers in the field have bloomed one after another, and the little child riding on the back of the ox has learned to drive the sheep to the hillside with a stick.Ping An really became a young man herding sheep.He slid off the back of the bull and ran to the shade under the woods, the small book bag behind him hitting his lower back repeatedly.The entourage ran behind.Several children holding books have already gathered under the woods.Louis patted the stone beside him and called out, "Young master, sit here."

Ping An was enlightened in the countryside, and the sound of his reading was mingled with the chattering cicadas in the woods.The attendants made sticky sticks, and the two of them carried sticky sticks everywhere in the grove, but they couldn't let these loud cicadas disturb the young master.

When Pingan knew the word for wind, the wind blew into the woods and brushed against his side with a hint of coolness.He stretched out his hand to try to grab it, but the wind slipped away from his fingertips. From then on, he knew that the wind could only be felt but not grasped.When Ping An knew the word "stream", Ankang took him to the stream and showed him the falling flowers flowing with the stream, and the small round stones under the clear water.The two brothers rolled up their trousers and stepped into the creek together.When Ping An met Yu, he sat on the porch and watched the rain with his elder brother. He watched the rain grow from a young age, and watched the water lilies in the white porcelain vat being beaten by the rain and hiding their stamens.

"Water lilies are blooming." Ankang muttered, shaking his rocking chair leisurely.

Huzi came in through the rain from outside the yard, and took out the letter he was carrying in his arms, "Master, the letter just arrived this morning."

"Whose letter?" Ankang was about to fall asleep leisurely.

"Master, it's Qiu Yuan's letter! There's also Master Biao's!" Huzi moved closer and shouted excitedly in Ankang's ear.Since Qiu Yuan and Wei Ran left last winter, there has been no news.Now it's finally back.

Ankang's eyes widened instantly, and he sat up abruptly, urging, "Quickly read to me."

"Ankang, I have returned to Daliang with my wife. I hope to return to Yuyang in the future." Hu Zi stopped after reading this. There were only a dozen words on the entire page of letter paper, and the writing was still a bit scribbled, as if he was in a hurry .

"What's next?" Ankang sat back on the recliner again, and he muttered, "Qiu Yuan actually found a wife outside. No wonder he hasn't written to me since he left the house. I didn't expect him to be a person who values ​​sex and despises friends. "

"It's gone." Hu Zi spread out the letter paper for Ankang to read, and said dryly, "Look, young master, just these two sentences."

"It's gone?" Ankang sat up, with a look of disbelief on his face, "It's gone? Thanks to him, he's still a novel writer. Can't unfold and unfold. Where did you go, where did you find your wife, and where did you meet along the way?" What an interesting thing, what is the scenery on the road, why did he just write this sentence." Ankang was so angry that he threw the letter paper on his body, and said after holding back for a long time, "It's really boring."

"Where's Wei Ran's letter?"

Hu Zi quickly opened the letter, and Wei Ran's letter was also brief, "I am amazed by what I saw and heard along the way. If there is a chance, my cousin can go together."

Ankang:.......If it weren't for the handwriting of these two people, he would have wondered if the two people had the same ghostwriter.

The author has something to say:

Ping An: Quack.

Ankang: Xiaofei □□.