Aunt Wang nodded and said, "Yes!"
Wang Qiu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes were a little distracted.
Aunt Wang frowned and reached out to grab his ear, "Do you have any bad ideas?!"
Wang Qiu shook his head quickly, "Mom, don't talk nonsense!"
Aunt Wang then let him go and told him: "Follow your father to put water in the rice later! Don't always think about things in the capital! In a few days, I will marry you a wife!"
Wang Qiu nodded in response, "Mom, I understand." ?.?????.???
Aunt Wang then walked into the house with confidence.
Wang Qiu looked at his mother's back and shook his head. He really didn't have any bad intentions. In the past, he didn't know that his parents were still alive and he dared to do anything without worries. But now he can't. He has to do it for himself. For the sake of my parents.
Zhou Ruiyuan was right, Concubine Wu would definitely kill him when he returned this time, and even his parents would not let her go.
So he listened to him and faked his death and asked someone to send false news to the capital.
The capital should now be wary of Cheng'an County.
However, after Wang Qiu heard that Du Wanchun had a child, he had another idea.
Now in the palace, apart from the child currently in Concubine Wu's belly and the daughter she has given birth to, there are only three princes with low status.
When the emperor dies, regardless of whether Wu Guifei's child is a boy or not, even if she gives birth to a daughter, the three princes will not be allowed to inherit the throne.
If one day the Lu family can clear their grievances, Zhou Ruiyuan, your legitimate son, and his children will be more likely to inherit the throne.
Wang Qiu looked in the direction of the Zhou family, his eyes full of respect.
Instead of being loyal to the evil-hearted Concubine Wu, it is better to be loyal to the kind-hearted Zhou family.
After thinking about it, he turned around, picked up the hoe and left home. When passing by the Zhou family's field, he did not forget to help Zhou Zhao weed the field.
Zhou Zhao didn't have any airs about him, he was always calling Brother Qiu, Brother Qiu.
Wang Qiu was flattered and treated him better, digging up the land in one go.
No, at night, before he even bothered to take care of his own farm, Zhou's farm was being worked on.
When Zhou Zhao returned home, he kept praising Zhou Ruiyuan, "Brother, Wang Qiu is indeed a man who has learned kung fu. He is strong and has good physical strength, and he is also a good farmer!"
Zhou Ruiyuan listened, raised his eyes and asked, "Did he help you farm?"
Zhou Zhao took a sip of water and nodded.
Zhou Ruiyuan smiled and said, "Okay, this is a good thing. If he wants to help you again in the future, just let him do it. We just happen to be short of a worker at home."
After saying that, he did not forget to tell him: "Your sister-in-law is pregnant, please take care of her more. From now on, don't let her touch any heavy or light work at home."
Zhou Zhao stood up, patted his chest and responded with a smile: "That's natural!"
Du Wanchun, who had just entered the house, chuckled and said, "Mr. sir, I am just pregnant with a child, not disabled or sick."
Zhou Ruiyuan quickly helped her sit up and said seriously: "That can't be done. Now Aunt Wang and aunt are helping my mother make fragrant dew and burn porcelain vases, and my third brother Wang Qiu and I are farming and building a house at home. You, as long as you have a good rest, you don’t have to do anything.”
As he spoke, he took out a book from his arms and said, "If you really want to do it, then copy the book for me."
Du Wanchun took it in his hand and saw a handwritten incense recipe!
She looked up at him in surprise, "Ms. sir, what is this?"
Zhou Ruiyuan said: "These were left by my grandfather to my mother. They were burned by a fire when she left Changchun. Later, my mother memorized them and I made another hand-copied copy."
Du Wanchun said quickly: "My husband, you want to give me the recipe passed down from our ancestors?"
Zhou Ruiyuan nodded.
Aunt Zhou came out with the stewed chicken soup, "I am getting old anyway, and my family's craftsmanship cannot be lost, so I asked Ruiyuan to make a handwritten copy a few days ago and asked him to give it to you. I happened to teach You know how to read."
Du Wanchun nodded happily, "Thank you, mother."
After she said that, she quickly put down the book and read it.
In fact, she is not illiterate, it seems that she has just forgotten it. She can recognize it as long as she looks at it a few times.
