Chapter three hundred and forty first embarrassing dilemma
When Zhou Lan and the others were about to leave, Zhuangtou and his stewards packed up a large cart of dried vegetables, frozen tofu, pheasants, and frozen fish. Zhou Lan had a dark face and was riding a horse just to hurry. Who is willing to waste time for these things?
ah.
But these are not from Zhuangzi, they are all done by the village head and the steward himself, as a tribute to the eldest grandma. They are all from the heart.
Zhou Lan could only ask someone to drive him there. After lunch, he rushed to the next Zhuangzi. The sky got dark in the afternoon. Uncle Zhou didn't care whether it looked good or not. He covered himself tightly and hurried back.
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The old man Qi who was driving the car couldn't help but smile when he saw the uncle's appearance: "Although this coat is not as good-looking as the fur cloak, it will keep you warm when you are riding a horse instead of going for a ride."
I don’t know if Zhou Lan heard it, but he rode a horse and said, “Drive”. As for the image, he didn’t care about it at all.
I hurriedly and slowly returned to Fucheng in front of Guancheng Gate. There was ice on my hat.
Back at the house, Zhou Lan's posture was stiff when he dismounted.
Jiang Changxi felt distressed: "If you say you're not in a hurry, why are you still walking at night? It's not safe at night, the ground is covered with ice."
Zhou Lan's lips were so cold that he couldn't speak. He rubbed his hands, took a sip of wine, and then his expression softened: "It's almost the Chinese New Year. Let's settle things in Zhuangzi earlier so that everyone can live a good life."
Year."
In such weather, could he be willing to let his wife go out for a walk?
Zhou Lan got warm in the room and then tried to take off his sheepskin jacket: "Don't worry, everything has been taken care of. Zhuangzi looks at it as safe."
Jiang Changxi: "Don't worry about that. Warm yourself up first. Even if you wear such thick clothes, it won't work at all."
Zhou Lan was depressed for a moment and then said: "It still works, you won't fall off the horse even if you fall off the horse." It sounded a bit resentful no matter what.
Jiang Changxi was very surprised and asked, "Have you tried it?" He didn't expect it to have such a protective effect.
Zhou Lan was choked by his wife. Can he try this casually: "I don't dare to try."
It took a long time to take off the sheepskin. Zhou Lan took a deep breath: "It really doesn't look good."
Jiang Changxi: "It's not like I'm here to see my wife and ask for something good-looking or not. As long as she's warm and doesn't freeze you, that's fine."
When Zhou Lan heard this, his lips parted, and his wife was thinking about him.
Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changxi: "Look if my hair is messed up."
After covering his head all day, it was strange to be able to show his integrity. Jiang Changxi did not dare to laugh at Zhou Lan. Instead, he said: "You and I need to take a break."
Zhou Lan knew by looking at his wife's features that she was being laughed at: "Please help me comb my hair."
Jiang Changxi glared at Zhou Lan: "You'd better cover your hands to warm them first. Can your hair be frozen?"
As he spoke, he grabbed Zhou Lan's hands and rubbed them to activate the blood: "These gloves need to be improved, they are not very warm."
Zhou Lan felt numb. This, this sudden closeness made not only his hands warm, but his whole body.
Seeing that Jiang Changxi disliked the gloves, he quickly said: "It's still very useful. Lao Qi said it's a good thing."
Jiang Changxi: "Then send them all to Lao Qi, since he spends a lot of time driving." As for Zhou Lan, Jiang Changxi thought about it and decided that it would be better to buy something warmer.
Dagui brought a bowl of spicy soup, Jiang Changxi watched Zhou Lan drink it down, and then felt relieved: "Is it warmer?"
Zhou Lan exhaled and finally came to life again: "Much better, but my hair is a bit messy."
If you insist on combing your hair at this time, it will become messy.
Jiang Changxi looked at Zhou Lan's appearance, and for some reason he followed Zhou Lan's instructions and picked up a comb to comb Zhou Lan's hair.
It's a bit harder than my own hair, but it's very smooth, which shows that I take good care of it.
Jiang Changxi: "This smell is a bit familiar, and it smells really good."
Zhou Lan raised his eyebrows: "I used the items you prepared for Chang Le to wash my hair. I also think it smells much better."
Jiang Changxi twitched the corner of his mouth. In order not to hurt his scalp, Jiang Changxi prepared all good things for Chang Le. He was very discerning: "Those are indeed good things."
What else did Zhou Lan want to say? Jiang Changxi had already neatly helped Zhou Lan tie a pigtail. She had such a hair style, so there was nothing she could do about it.
But looking at Zhou Lan's appearance, he is really eye-catching, young, good-looking and handsome.
In the past, Zhou Lan always dressed up in a mature manner in order to show off his majesty as the head of the family. This was the first time that he had such a brazen hairstyle.
Dagui and the others didn't even dare to take a second look at the uncle's face when they brought the food in. It made people's hearts beat faster.
Zhou Lan touched his hair and said, "You like this." He didn't expect his wife to be so out of control.
Jiang Changxi narrowed her perspective and really didn't dare to look around, for fear that she would be deceived by the beauty and do something irrational: "It's not that I like it, it's just that simple, so Chang Le doesn't do much.
Use what I used to tie your hair."
Zhou Lan looked at the bronze mirror and said, "I think it's pretty good. You look more energetic and taller."
Jiang Changxi felt uncomfortable and didn't dare to look around: "You'd better eat, you're not hungry."
Well, Zhou Lan, who had calmed down, started to eat while talking about the grain, inventory, chickens and ducks on the farm, and the issue of keeping the livestock sheds warm.
Jiang Changxi listened to the same thing and tried to put his mind in the right place. Zhou Lan ran this lap more carefully than himself.
After saying everything once, Zhou Lan said: "But there is something imperfect about it."
Jiang Changxi: "No, it's already very thorough. In this way, even if there is a special situation, we can handle it."
Zhou Lan: "Don't worry, I asked them to prepare a lot of firewood for the winter. They are piled scattered and some distance away from the house."
Jiang Changxi: "The uncle is still thoughtful."
Zhou Lanxin said that he wasn't very thoughtful, he just summed it up bit by bit after looking at it one by one.
So these two days of running are really not in vain. Tomorrow I can hand in a decent homework to my husband.
Zhou Lan was deeply touched by the ice and snow. There are many things that cannot be understood by just reading. You need to go out and see them.
It was almost midnight after dinner, and even though Zhou Lan was reluctant to leave his wife, he didn't have the energy to take her to chat on the heated Kang in the hall.
I went back to my east room, looked at Chang Le, and fell asleep hugging the quilt.
I couldn't get up the next day. It wasn't because I was tired or because I wanted to be lazy. It was because I had worn out the skin on my thighs after riding horses for two days.
The position was a bit awkward, and Zhou Lan felt embarrassed to tell his wife.
It was Lao Qi who was driving the car and asked someone to send ointment over. Only then did Jiang Changxi know what kind of dilemma Zhou Lan had encountered.
Then there is only one question left: In the inner courtyard, Sui Feng and Downwind come here occasionally, so I don’t dare to stay longer.
This time Shunfeng and Suifeng followed Zhou Lan out and suffered a lot. The master and servant were in similar situations.