In the summer afternoon, everyone had eaten and drank enough and was feeling sleepy, and the courtyard was quiet.
But Jiang Fang went out. The summer in ancient times was far less hot than in modern times. Even wearing a long skirt and long sleeves, it was not uncomfortable.
However, in order to resist ultraviolet rays, Jiang Fang still held an umbrella.
Because she didn't work much before, her body's skin is fairly fair.
If you get tanned and have big red spots, it will be even more frightening.
Nangong Chuiyang had been following Duan Jiu. When he saw Jiang Fang going out with an umbrella, he rolled his eyes at her back.
It's really like sticking a green onion in a pig's nose - pretending.
Duan Jiu didn't even take a lunch break. He just lay down after eating. That's not like a pig.
Besides, he still has things to do. At this time every day, it is the fixed time to feed the chickens.
The chickens have already learned to recognize people, and they are most familiar with Duan Jiu. They clucked and waved their little wings and ran to his feet.
Duan Jiu knelt down and sprinkled a handful of rice on the grass.
Because Mr. Sheng came to live here, even the chickens could eat rice, which many families in Langtou Village couldn't afford.
When Nangong Chuiyang saw His Highness doing these menial tasks naturally, he was frightened and distressed. He was swaying and almost lost his balance.
His Highness has become less picky about food, which is a good change, but what’s the point of feeding chickens?!
Duan Jiu looked at the chickens eating rice seriously, with a gentle light in his lowered eyes.
Before the separation of the family, Mrs. Cai would occasionally cook a meal of rice and eat it closely with Jiang Jiabao, the fat pig.
I thought the days of starvation and beatings would last for a long, long time, but suddenly it ended.
It started with that night of beggar chicken.
Nangong Chuiyang couldn't stand it anymore. He was really off the mark. Not long ago, he would not believe anyone who told him that his pampered Highness knew how to feed chickens. He would beat anyone to death.
"Nine...brother, don't do this." I'm afraid!
Duan Jiu looked at him strangely, what?
"Why are you so nice to chicks?"
Walls have ears, Nangong Chuiyang held it in for a long time before he could say these words.
You are so gentle to the chickens, have you lost your mind?
Duan Jiu touched the chicken and asked, "Have you ever eaten beggar's chicken?"
Just kidding, he is definitely not just feeding chickens!
Nangong Chuiyang was stunned and shook his head. He had never heard of it. It was a breed of chicken? It couldn't be eaten by beggars, right?
Duan Jiu sighed: "There are beggar chickens running all over the ground."
The fluffy yellow fur of the chickens suddenly exploded, and the small animals' sense of danger caused them to scatter and run away.
Where is the gentle light? It is clearly the light of a foodie!
Nangong Chuiyang was confused and somewhat doubted whether he had really burned out his brain.
He can no longer keep up with His Highness's rhythm and his brain is running out!
Jiang Fang went to the carpenter's house and bought two pairs of walking sticks for Guanshi Jia and Laifuzai.
Carpenter Zhou was sawing wood and said with a naive smile: "A few days ago, your second uncle wanted to buy a wheelchair on credit, but I have a small business and cannot afford credit."
In fact, knowing Cai Papi's urinary properties, he would definitely make a fuss and return the wheelchair.
"I didn't expect that your second aunt was pretending to be ill, and your second uncle was making trouble to divorce his wife. It's really..."
The Jiang family has had a particularly strong presence in Langtou Village for the past half month, and has taken over the conversation after dinner.
Jiang Fang chatted with Carpenter Zhou for a while, paid the money, took his walking stick, and went to Orion's house again.
When Orion saw her coming to the door, his face turned pale with fright: "That person, how is that person?"
If someone's life really happened, he wouldn't be able to escape his involvement.
Jiang Fang: "He's not dead, he just had a fever and burned out his brain."
"what is it now?"
"What else can I do? I'll keep it!"
The hunter was immediately in awe. He learned that Jiang Fang was here to buy a rabbit. Without saying a word, he happened to catch a hare today and gave her an extra pheasant without asking for any money.
Jiang Fang happily accepted it. On the way back, he met a village woman and greeted her warmly: "Ah Fang, I haven't seen you for several days. I have a well at home, so I don't even go to the river to do laundry."
It feels like you are getting further and further away from the big guys."
After chatting for a long time, Jiang Fang realized that the drunkard's intention was not to drink.
It just so happens that it allows Duan Jiu to have more contact with the villagers. Relationships are all born out of love.
There are many young girls in the village, maybe he can fall in love with one of them...
"Then, when the sun stops shining so much, I will take Duan Jiu to the river to do laundry."
The village woman's eyes suddenly sparkled and she nodded: "That's right, we are always from the same village!"
Jiang Fang walked into the courtyard carrying his things and bumped into Nangong Chuiyang's face full of tears.
Duan Jiu is chopping firewood and he is crying!
Jiang Fang bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing.
He quickly put down the things in his hands and asked with concern: "Son, why are you crying again? Is your brother bullying you?"
Nangong Chuiyang hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no! Brother didn't bully me! He was so kind to me!"
Duan Jiu was also tired. Nangong had to chop firewood before, causing pieces of wood to fly around and almost killing the chickens.
After being ordered to stay still, he started crying.
He couldn't help but wonder if Nangong was really burned out.
"Son, stop crying." Jiang Fang complained: "Lin Daiyu cries and asks the rain to hit the pear blossoms. If you cry, you ask the frost to hit the eggplants."
Nangong Chuiyang was stunned and asked unconvinced: "Who is Lin Daiyu?" She cried so beautifully?
"Don't care who she is, come on, tell mother, why are you crying?"
Nangong Chuiyang sobbed and said, "Brother has to feed chickens and chop firewood. He is so tired. I feel sorry for him."
Woohoo, your highness is so miserable being oppressed by the dominatrix!
Jiang Fang frowned: "This Bichi looks familiar."
Maybe Jiang Laifu should be changed to Jiang Xiaobitchi.
Qi Ling had a tacit understanding and said in a loud voice: "Brother, your girlfriend is so scary. Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my brother."
"...I want to whip him."
"He's just a child, don't let him go!"
Seeing Jiang Fang thoughtful and seemingly shaken, Nangong Chuiyang quickly took the opportunity to beg: "Mom, don't let me do so many things, okay?"
Jiang Fang sneered and picked up the cane.
"If you feel sorry for me, brother, just give me money. If you don't have money, shut up. Don't force me to whip you!"
Nangong Chuiyang's crying stopped suddenly. Damn it! He changed his face as soon as he said it, which made him almost lose his temper.
You know, the last person who was so rude to him was served by poisonous fans on the spot!
After enduring it again and again, he sobbed and said, "I have no money..."
"Take it." Jiang Fang put the walking stick into his hand.
"Thank you, mother." The dominatrix gave him the cane and suddenly felt a little moved.
The main reason is that I don't have to burden His Highness to support him.
Nangong Chuiyang burst into laughter and walked around the yard with a cane.
Jiang Fang praised: "Laifu is going really well!"
"It's a gift from my mother!"
This is another picture of a happy mother, a loving mother and a filial son.
Duan Jiu closed his eyes. There was a pair of drama queens beside him, so he could only force himself to get used to it.
At least, Nangong didn't cry anymore...
Jiang Fang asked Guilian if he could give her some ice bricks.
After Mrs. Sheng moved in, she ordered people to bring the stored ice and store it in the cellar. She placed an ice basin in the room every day to cool down.
This was a luxury in ancient times, and the quantity of ice was limited, but given a little, the Sheng family would not be stingy.
Guilian went to the cellar to get two ice bricks, put them in a basin, and wondered: "Why would Dr. Jiang order so much ice?"