Enter the Room

The woman, who was in her forties, did not say anything when she heard this. Instead, she looked at Song Jiyun warily and pulled the man's sleeve.

The man, who was about the same age as her, tightened the ax in his hand, ignored Song Jiyun, and asked Yuan Yunzhong behind her: "Where are you from? How did you get lost?"

Yuan Yunzhong saw it, took two steps forward, blocked Song Jiyun behind him, and said: "We came from Suzhou. When we got off the bus to take a nap, the driver took our luggage and drove away in the mule cart. We chased him all the way. Come here, the mule cart hasn’t caught up with you, and you don’t know where you are!”

The man kept looking at them while Yuan Yunzhong was talking.

Maybe they don't look like bad people. When Yuan Yunzhong finished speaking, his expression slowly relaxed and he said: "You are going to Jingdezhen to visit your relatives! That's a bit far. It's thirty or forty miles away from here!"

Yuan Yunzhong and Song Jiyun couldn't help but look at each other.

Jingdezhen is less than two miles away from the county seat of Liang County. Arriving in Jingdezhen is equivalent to arriving in Liang County.

Unexpectedly, they went further and further away.

The man showed them the way: "Have you seen the path at the foot of the mountain? You go straight along that path and over the two mountains, you can see the post road to Jingdezhen."

Climb two mountains!

Yuan Yunzhong said without thinking: "Are there any other roads nearby?"

The man shook his head and said, "I only know this road. People in our village also take this road when they leave the mountains."

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Song Jiuyun's feet and said, "Is there anyone in your village who can stay overnight? We would like to stay overnight."

"No!" the man said immediately, rejecting him very simply.

Yuan Yunzhong was quite surprised, but he still smiled at the two of them, bowed his hands, said "Thank you", and said: "Is there a City God Temple or a Earth Temple in the village?"

Of course he didn't believe what the man said, but it was human nature for everyone to be wary of them when they met by chance.

Since he didn't want to stay overnight, he would rest in the Chenghuang Temple or Tutu Temple until dawn.

"No..." As soon as the man uttered a word, the woman pulled her sleeve to stop him.

She smiled sheepishly at Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong, pulled the man aside, and whispered: "My father, please let these two people stay at our house for one night!"

The man glanced at the two of them and said nothing.

The woman said: "Don't forget what we came up to the mountain for?"

The man hesitated.

The woman continued: "Even if we don't keep them, they can still find their way to the village. What's more, these two people look like the rich young masters in trouble. They are good-looking, speak and act decently, and they don't look like vicious people. people."

The man was persuaded by the woman and agreed.

The woman came over with a smile and said to Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong: "It's not that I don't want to keep you, it's just that the house at home is a bit small, and I'm afraid it will offend the two nobles."

The man and the woman thought that their voices were low enough, but Yuan Yunzhong had excellent hearing and heard them clearly.

No matter what the reason these two people took them in, that was someone else's business.

Yuan Yunzhong thanked him again and again for allowing them to settle down.

When the man saw it, his expression became even more kind, and he took the initiative and said: "Our place is called Zhaojiaji. My surname is Zhao and I am the seventh in the ranking. You can just call me Zhao Qi."

He also introduced the woman: "This is my wife's family. If you don't mind, please call her Sister-in-law Zhao."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded, which was regarded as saying hello.

Song Jiyun called the woman "Sister-in-law Zhao Qi" affectionately.

Zhao Qishao smiled cheerfully at her.

Zhao Qishu stopped chopping and led them down the mountain with the ax on his back.

On the way, Zhao Qi asked Yuan Yunzhong curiously: "I don't think the young master comes from a small family. Why did you go to Jingdezhen to visit your relatives?"

Yuan Yunzhong said: "I can draw. I happen to have an uncle who is a painter in Jingdezhen. I was thinking about finding a job with my uncle."

"Oh! This is such a good craft!" Zhao Qi said with envy, "Painters in kilns are the most difficult to recruit. If you can really paint, you won't have to worry about food and clothing in this life."

Yuan Yunzhong said humbly: "No, I just want to make a living!"

Zhao Qi asked Yuan Yunzhong: "What are you good at painting? Figures? Flowers and birds? Or landscapes?"

This is not something an ordinary farmer could ask.

He looked at Zhao Qi calmly and said, "I'm good at painting flowers and birds, but I can also draw landscapes. Not so much figures."

The coarse cloth was short and brown, the hands were chapped and rough, and the gaps between the fingernails were dark. He didn't look like someone who had read a book.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Yuan Yunzhong paid attention secretly.

Song Jiyun and Zhao Qishao walking behind them were also talking quietly.

"Your brother is so good-looking!" Zhao Qishao exclaimed, "He looks like the golden boy under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Song Jiyun glanced at Yuan Yunzhong.

Even if he is rolling down the hillside, he still looks like a dragon and a phoenix, showing his talent.

She couldn't help but smile: "Everyone says that."

Sister-in-law Zhao Wu glanced at Song Jiyun.

Song Jiyun said: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Sister-in-law Zhao Wu waved her hands repeatedly and said, "You and your brother don't look much alike."

This is a bit worrying.

Song Jiyun smiled and said: "My brother is like my mother, and I am like my father."

"No wonder!" Zhao Qishao asked again, "Then is your brother married?"

Song Jiyun was stunned, and after a while he said: "We haven't gotten married yet. But we are engaged!"

Don't just walk around in someone else's village, and be attracted by the village beauty, which will lead to complications.

Sister-in-law Zhao Wu sighed after hearing this: "I don't know what kind of young lady is worthy of your brother."

I really like Won Yoon Jung’s look.

Song Jiyun thought of Qian.

I also liked Yuan Yunzhong very much as soon as I saw him.

She couldn't help but smile.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, in addition to a rugged dirt road, there was also an ox cart parked, and half of the cart was piled with pine branches. Under the pine branches, there was a large tree weighing more than ten feet, which was just the material for a beam.

She couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Yuan Yunzhong said to Zhao Qi and his wife, "My sister has blisters on her feet. Can she take your ox cart back?"

Zhao Qi and his wife were stunned. Although they were heartbroken, it was obvious that Song Jiuyun's skin was better than snow, so they agreed.

Song Jiyun felt that this was not necessary.

Yuan Yunzhong insisted on asking her to take the car.

She didn't want to let down other people's kindness, so she thanked Yuan Yunzhong and sat on the car's shaft with the support of Zhao Qisao.

Zhao Qi took the cow and continued talking to Yuan Yunzhong, asking questions such as "What is your last name" and "How many people are there in Youli?"

Yuan Yunzhong responded half-truthfully, but he arrived at the village in just half a bowl of tea.

Zhao Qi's house is at the entrance of the village. The house is not big, with three main rooms and two side rooms on the left and right, surrounding a small courtyard.

But both the house and the courtyard are made of bricks.

When you enter the door, even the floor is paved with bricks.

Looking at the neighboring houses, no matter how big or small, they are all made of bricks.

Even the roads in the village are strewn with brick debris.

Song Jiyun frowned vaguely.

The yard of Zhao Qi's family is clean and tidy, except that half of the yard is piled with pine branches, which is a bit unconventional.

Zhao Qi was unloading firewood in the yard.

Sister-in-law Zhao Qisha invited them to sit down in the main room, served them big leaf tea, and said enthusiastically: "You haven't had dinner yet, right? I still have some steamed buns with two noodles at home. I will steam them for you. Beat another egg to make loofah soup, and you can make do with it first."

Song Jiyun said hurriedly: "No, we have had dinner. We can just stay with you for one night."

She would generally not eat food from strangers.

After saying that, he took a deep look at Yuan Yunzhong.

Yuan Yunzhong didn't even drink tea.

Sister-in-law Zhao Qi was quite surprised, but she did not force it. She said, "You guys sit down. I will clean up the east wing. You can rest there tonight."

Yuan Yunzhong nodded, but Song Jiyun followed him out.

After hesitating for a long time, I revised the article according to my own feelings.

It was quite difficult to write this article. I wanted to write a full emotional line, but because of habit, I always unconsciously returned to the shortcomings of my parents. Sometimes I write 10,000 words but can only leave 2,000 words...

It is difficult to save a manuscript with this kind of writing. I just want to ask for your opinions. If you are unable to update on the same day again, would you like to read the draft first, or take a leave?