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"Alang, is Yongle alone enough to handle the situation? Fuchun doesn't have much work today, why not let him go with us?"

There are four Zhao Yongle brothers. He is the third brother in the family. He has the eldest brother Zhao Fuchun, the second brother Zhao Funian, and the younger brother Zhao Yongxi.

The Zhao family is like all conventional families in this era. It has no other characteristics. The only characteristic is poverty. It is precisely because of poverty that the eldest son of the Zhao family is almost thirty years old now and has not yet found a wife, let alone the Zhao family.

There are several others.

When Mrs. Zhao was talking, Zhao Yongle rolled up his sleeves, and looking down from his tanned arms, he saw a pair of dark hands, holding a black or white sweat towel cautiously.

Zhao Yongle was eager to try this job, but he was worried that he would say the wrong thing and make Mrs. Zhao unhappy. He was even more worried that Mrs. Zhao would talk too much and Huo Lang would ask his eldest brother to help him or not at all.

His nerves were tense, and he suddenly heard Huo Lang say: "No need, just one person is needed, Yongle will do."

Huo Lang's eyes fell on Zhao Yongle, and he frowned slightly but showed no emotion, "See if Yongle is okay. If there is nothing else, go ahead and do more before it's too late."

Zhao Yongle immediately breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sincerely: "Okay! Brother Lang, I have nothing else to do!"

Zhao Yongle responded swiftly. When he and Huo Lang walked out, Mrs. Zhao was still following behind them:

"Huo Lang, my Yongle is here to help, will you take care of the food later? Haha... The old aunt has no other meaning. If there is no food to eat, my aunt will cook more at home. If she is in charge of the food, she will cook less.

.”

"Taking care of the food."

Huo Lang didn't look back and walked ahead without saying a word.

Zhao Yongle felt a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it briefly, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with what his mother asked. He didn't take it to heart, jumped across the yard threshold, and followed Huo Lang to Chen's house.

Go.

Huo Lang didn't talk much, and Zhao Yongle wasn't a sociable person either. The two of them walked in tandem and didn't say a word on the way to Chen's house.

Huo Lang was walking in front. When he entered the yard, he saw the broom lying on the side. His peach-blossom eyes swayed as if he had thought of something. He tilted his head to one side and lifted the broom up. He turned his back to Zhao Yongle and said, "What the hell is that guy scraping lime?"

They are all in the main room, go in and get them."

"well!"

Zhao Yongle nodded, without thinking about anything else. His eyes wandered casually in the yard, and then he walked towards the main room.

As soon as he took a step forward, Huo Lang straightened up and followed him towards the main room.

Zhao Yongle went into the house to get something, but he didn't take it. As soon as he entered the house, he bumped into Si Ningning, who was sitting in the middle of the hall, facing the door.

Everyone on the team knew that Si Ningning and Huo Lang were engaged. No matter whether they were old or young, everyone was envious of the fact that Huo Lang had the most beautiful educated youth wife among them.

Zhao Yongle is like this, but he also has an educated youth partner, so even though he is envious, he is actually satisfied in his heart.

But the moment he saw Si Ningning, he didn't know what he thought of, but simply wanting to avoid suspicion, Zhao Yongle subconsciously turned around and wanted to exit the main room, but it was too late.

There was a sound of two door panels colliding, and Huo Lang, who came in behind him, closed the door with his backhand. Like a tiger in a nest, he took a small bench and sat with his back to the door, completely blocking Zhao Yongle's path.

die.

"Lang, Brother Lang..." Zhao Yongle suddenly became anxious and looked at Huo Lang, who had lowered his brows and looked unhappy, and then looked at Si Ningning on the other side, who was also looking at him with a stern face and a cold expression.

No matter how stupid he was, Zhao Yongle realized that bumping into Si Ningning here was not a coincidence.

Si Ningning had already made plans to negotiate and was fully prepared.

He moved the small table that Holang had collected for her to eat into the main room, placed it in the middle, and placed a bench on each side of it, one for her to sit on, and the other for her to sit on.

Zhao Yongle glanced at Huo Lang one last time, looked away and swallowed, then sat down across the small table in front of Si Ningning.

"Si Zhiqing..."

Zhao Yongle was sitting on pins and needles and stammered.

When Zhao Yongle walked in, Si Ningning took a closer look and found that his height should be around 168 to 170 centimeters.

Now sitting down to talk, Si Ningning's eyes swayed, and Zhao Yongle couldn't help but look around carefully.

All country boys have dark skin, including Huo Lang, but Zhao Yongle is darker than Huo Lang.

He has a thin face, thick eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, and very clear eyes. However, based on his thin face and frame, his lips appear to be particularly thick visually.

He looks like a simple and honest young man, but he talks intermittently and looks like he's looking around. He doesn't look like someone who can make decisions independently.

Si Ningning could basically predict what the future life would be like if Song Xiaoyun really married Zhao Yongle and had children.

But she knew it was useless. She was not the person involved and could not influence Song Xiaoyun's decision. At the same time, she was not very willing to wade into this muddy water, so she was not very biased towards Song Xiaoyun when she spoke, nor did she deliberately question Zhao Yongle.

.

"Xiaoyun is my friend. You saw me here and now you are sitting in front of me. You should know what I mean."

"Yes..." Zhao Yongle's thick lips opened. After hesitatingly uttering a word, he lowered his head in shame, "Si Zhiqing, I will be responsible for Xiaoyun..."

"Things have happened. As one of the parties involved, of course you must bear due responsibilities. Xiaoyun is in a very bad state now, and she is pregnant... Whether this child should stay or go, a decision needs to be made as soon as possible.

I came here just to know what your plans are."

Si Ningning looked at Zhao Yongle with cold eyes, but Zhao Yongle misunderstood her meaning, raised his head and said anxiously: "She wants to get rid of the child?"

Si Ningning's crescent-shaped brows suddenly lowered, and she patiently explained:

"I don't know what she is planning, but I hope you can understand one thing. What if you don't deal with it as soon as possible and your belly becomes pregnant? Do you really like her? Or love her? Then continue to delay, and she will bear the responsibility in the future.

Do you know what kind of fallacies and accusations are made?”

In any era, society is harsh on women.

The countryside usually looks peaceful, but once something happens, the fallacies are enough to drive a person crazy.

Zhao Yongle was born and raised in the countryside, and of course he knew how powerful the talkative women living in the village and alleys in the countryside were.

His mind followed Si Ningning's words and derived pictures one after another, and finally shook his head firmly: "No! I like her! I don't want her to be hurt at all!"

After saying that, his eyes turned red again, and he held his head in pain and scratched at the top of his head: "But...but I can't help it, and I don't know what to do! I really can't give her what she wants, and I...I don't know what to do either."

I tried to discuss it with my family, but my family is poor and there are several unmarried brothers. My mother doesn't agree, and even if she agrees, the family can't raise the money."

Not to mention how troublesome and embarrassing the process of approving bricks and tiles is. Even if this relationship is opened up, a red brick costs two cents. Building a house can start with 10,000 red bricks. The bricks alone will cost about 200 yuan, let alone

There are still tiles, lime, etc., but even if they sell iron, the Zhao family will not be able to raise the money.

Another thing, brothers will also have opinions.

Zhao Yongle knew that the family was in trouble, and after discussing it, he knew there was no chance, so he didn't say anything more. He did like Song Xiaoyun, and because the house matter had not been resolved, he did not dare to go to Song Xiaoyun again.

Zhao Yongle had a bad temper and did not want to or dared to openly confront his mother. Because the place where he went to the countryside was small, he valued filial piety very much. He was afraid that Song Xiaoyun would make trouble with him and force him to make a choice, so he was now making a fuss that everyone in the house of female educated youths had.

A knowing scene.

Zhao Yongle was in a dilemma. He originally chose to escape, but now every word of Si Ningning's words hit home. There was no room for evasion. He thought about himself in pain for a while, suppressing his emotions and said:

"I really don't know what to do. I'm willing to give her whatever I can give, but I really can't give it... Si Zhiqing, how do you think this matter should be handled well? What should I do? I also

I don’t want her to be wronged!”

So what if you don’t want Song Xiaoyun to be wronged?

Isn’t Song Xiaoyun still wronged?

Si Ningning chuckled in her heart and couldn't help but think of a sentence she once saw on the Internet. It roughly meant that if you had ten dollars in your pocket, would you rather spend nine dollars or nine-nine dollars on your girlfriend? It was very impressive at the time.

A girl's love of love.

This just sounds 'romantic', but when I think about it carefully, I feel something is wrong.

Girls can obviously have a higher starting point and better and higher-quality choices, so why should they choose you for ten dollars?

Is it worth it to spend the rest of my life busy at home and outside for temporary guarantees and temporary romance, only to find that life is not as good as I originally imagined? If I complain a few words, I may be criticized for material things?

Of course not.

The two events before and after are different, but the nature is indeed the same. For example, Song Xiaoyun is now unconscious and cannot pull ten cows back.

For example, at first, she felt that Song Xiaoyun would be great everywhere and wanted to be together all the time. However, when Song Xiaoyun said she wanted a house, she backed down and avoided Zhao Yongle.

Maybe they both like each other?

But I don’t like it that much either.

Si Ningning was distracted and did not answer for a long time. Huo Lang stood up and moved the bench, put his fist to his lips and coughed twice as a reminder.

Si Ningning immediately came back to her senses and said: "Although the matter is difficult to handle, it is not without a solution. The premise is that you really like her, are willing and able to take care of her in the future life, and do what a man and a pillar should do."

Fulfill your responsibilities.”

"Can you?" Si Ningning asked.

"I can!" Zhao Yongle assured immediately.

As long as it's not about the house, he can do anything else, and he will try his best to do what he can't do!

Si Ningning thought about it and said, "Nothing is missing in the wedding process. You don't have to have a house, but you must have a separate room for the two of you."

As long as you work hard and work hard, it's the same as building a house with your own efforts after getting married.

"One more."
To be continued...