Chapter 197 Evil thoughts

Style: Historical Author: Ordinary lifeWords: 2212Update Time: 24/01/18 15:47:42
Ye Yutong entered the space again before going to bed.

I need to talk to my second brother and ask him to count the things in the basement and sell them tomorrow night.

"Sister, are they all sold out?"

"Keep some sweet potatoes and potatoes, take the rest out and sell them to Ping An's uncle. He gave me two boxes of gold today."

Ye Yutong opened the boxes, "Second brother, look, these two boxes of gold are for buying our food, and these two boxes of jewelry are for me as a meeting gift."

Ye Mingzhe looked at the shining jewelry and said in surprise: "Oh, my mother, there are so many good things, they must be worth a lot of money!"

When he saw the two boxes of gold, he hesitated and asked: "Sister, my uncle has given you so many good things, isn't it wrong for you to accept so much gold?"

Ye Yutong smiled, "Second brother, I didn't collect this, it was collected by Ping An. My uncle also told us today that if we need it in the future, we can just take the token to his shop to pay for it, no matter how much it is."

She took a strange-looking sign and showed it to her second brother.

Ye Mingzhe took the sign, looked at it, and sighed: "My uncle is so generous. You two must respect him well in the future."

He yawned and said, "Sister, go out and sleep quickly! I also need to rest. I still have a lot of work tomorrow."

The wheat in the field is ripe, and he has been busy cutting it these days.

It happened that two old sows had given birth, and there were more than 30 piglets in the pigpen, and the pig pen could no longer accommodate them.

He killed ten big pigs today. He was busy expanding the pig pen and doing farm work in the fields. He was exhausted these days.

I haven’t even watched my favorite TV series for a long time, and I just lie in bed and fall asleep every night.

Brother Tiger also had a problem with him. He thought he didn't cook well. He always made pancakes or steamed buns every day. He even yelled at him yesterday.

Seeing that he had lost weight during this period, Ye Yutong said distressedly: "Second brother, don't be anxious, the wheat in the fields will be harvested slowly. When we send Song Yichen and his brother to Fengcheng, they can come in and help with the work." ”

"It's okay, the wheat is almost finished harvesting, and there isn't much work left."

Ye Yutong finished the apple in his hand and said, "Okay, second brother, go to bed quickly. I'm going out too."

Ye Mingzhe nodded, and when he was about to go back to his room, he remembered the pots of pig blood in the kitchen.

"Sister, I killed a few pigs this afternoon and collected a few large pots of pig blood. I couldn't finish them in an hour and a half. It takes up space in the basement. Isn't there a lot of people in Uncle Ping'an's place? Why don't you give it to them tomorrow? How many pots will you bring over?"

"Second brother, did you kill the pig? How did you kill it alone? Why didn't you wait for Ping An and the eldest brother to come in before killing it?"

“Two sows were giving birth to piglets, and the pig pen was very crowded. I was afraid of stepping on the piglets, so I chose a few big ones to kill.

Don't worry, a person is easy to kill. I followed the safe method and tied the pig to a tree, tied its limbs and feet, and killed it with one knife. "

Li Yutong went to the kitchen and took a look. There were several basins of pig blood in wooden basins.

There were several basins of water beside them, all of which were cleaned.

She looked outside for a while, but there was nothing unusual. She decided not to go out yet, but to marinate the pig offal, so that her second brother would be busy.

When the sky was dark, only two pots of stew were cooked, and the second brother had to make the rest by himself.

She washed up and left the room. The big brother next door had already gotten up and was walking in the yard.

Since coming to Fang's house, he has not practiced martial arts.

Ye Yutong stood on the wall and shouted: "Brother, don't call me to eat later. I have a headache. I need to sleep more today."

Ye Mingzhe knew that his sister and brother-in-law had gone out at night, so he nodded and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, take a good rest and get up again when you wake up."

Li Yunze and Ye Yutong didn't get up in the morning, so the prefect asked about them during dinner.

Ye Mingxuan told him that the two of them caught wind and cold on the street yesterday and had headaches when they woke up this morning. They were resting in the room now.

Magistrate Fang said with concern: "I will ask the servants to ask a doctor to come and take a look at them later."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang. There is no need to call a doctor. They just have a little cold and will be fine after a sleep."

The prefect Fang also said it casually. Seeing that he was so understanding, he pretended to be concerned and went to the Yamen.

Mrs. Fang is preparing things for them on the road. The carriage is the most luxurious in the family.

She also put on a bright red apron, which looked exquisite and festive. At a glance, one can tell that the person sitting inside is a young lady from a wealthy family.

The horses pulling the carriage were not very good, but two old horses were used for such a large carriage.

Although the horse hair is brushed smooth and smooth, and the saddle is new, an expert will notice something wrong at a glance.

When Song Yichen saw the luxuriously decorated carriage, he wanted to break the neck of the woman in front of him.

If he and his eldest sister took a carriage like this back home, they would probably be targeted by the victims outside the city as soon as they left the city. This woman's thoughts were really vicious.

But Song Yichen still showed gratitude on his face, and he cupped his hands towards her again and said with a smile:

"With such a comfortable carriage, my sister will definitely not suffer on the road. It really makes my aunt-in-law worry about it."

"It doesn't matter. As long as your sister's illness can be cured, even if my heart is used as a medicine introduction, I will agree without saying a word."

After saying that, he pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.

Song Yichen watched her show with a faint smile.

But I am thinking in my heart, since you want to use your heart to make medicine for my sister, then fine, I will definitely fulfill your wish.

Ye Yutong slept soundly, and it was already evening when he woke up. He lay on the bed for a while and then sat up.

She opened the door, and it was quiet in the yard, not even a human figure.

It was probably because they were leaving early tomorrow morning and were not guests that the master valued, so they dared to be so indifferent.

At this time, a little maid came in from outside and shouted softly: "Miss Ye, are you awake?"

The voice sounded familiar to Ye Yutong, and she remembered that it was the little maid who had eaten with her the day she first arrived.

Smiling and waving to her, "I just woke up, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

The little maid ran over with a food box, "I heard that the girl had a cold, so I asked the aunt in the kitchen to help her make a bowl of ginger soup. You should drink it quickly."

She carefully brought out the bowl of ginger soup, and then brought out a bowl of noodles from below, "Miss Ye, drink the soup first, and then eat the noodles. It will cook faster."

Ye Yutong looked at what she brought over and knew that it was definitely not the Fang family's arrangement, but probably the little girl's wish.

She took it with a smile, drank the bowl of ginger soup in one breath, picked up the bowl of noodles, and chatted with the little maid while eating. "What's your sister's name?"

"Before I entered the house, I was called Daya. Grandma Sun said my name was unpleasant, so she gave me another name, Chuncao."

"Da Ya sounds nice, so I'll call you Sister Da Ya!"

The little maid was delighted after hearing this, "Miss Ye, I also think the previous name sounded nice, but they all said it was rustic, so let's change it. It's just a title anyway, you can call it whatever you want."