Hearing the little girl say that she likes farming, Jun Ziqian concluded.
That’s all.
He took the written letter from the table and handed it to Ye Youlan: "You can take this letter with you to the market tomorrow."
Ye Youlan took the paper from the letter and opened it curiously. It turned out to be a landscape painting, and the painting was exactly the landscape of this village.
In the painting, the village under the setting sun is quiet and picturesque, with smoke curling up from the rooftops, people returning home in a hurry on the track, and farmers working in the fields.
Looking at such a scene, everyone feels peaceful and peaceful.
A simple black and white ink painting, but full of artistic conception.
Ye Youlan wondered, is this a letter?
"Brother Yanzhi, where are you sending him to?"
Jun Ziqian stood in front of the window with his hands folded. The bright moon above cast a slowly clear light. The corner of the eaves curved in the night, reflecting his warm and bright eyes like the bright moon.
His voice was very elegant and sweet: "Send to Yongzhou, Yueying Residence."
The little girl said "Oh" obediently, carefully put the letter into her pocket, and then asked: "Brother Yanzhi, I will go to the market tomorrow. Is there anything you want me to bring back?"
Jun Ziqian said gently: "No."
The little girl glanced at the cold and dignified back of her brother Yanzhi, pursed her lips, and secretly planned to find time to ask the villagers for some... experience.
*
The next day, Ye Youlan went to the mountain very early to collect herbs, extract morning dew, and feed Dabai by the way.
Then come back in time for the villagers to go to the market.
It was an ox cart belonging to Uncle Luo's family, with eight or nine people sitting on it. Finally, after Ye Youlan got on the cart, it finally set off on the road.
Along the way, the villagers were very enthusiastic. They asked the little girl questions, and the conversation was full of curiosity about the handsome man who lived in Yingzi's house.
The little girl responded to everyone with a smile. Then she thought of her plan to poke fun at them, so she asked them a few questions.
"Strange, didn't I see Aunt Lin and Uncle Lin arguing yesterday? They were talking and laughing again this morning?"
Hearing this, several of the aunties laughed in a funny way.
"Of course you little girl doesn't understand. Noisy couples are the only way to live their lives."
"Oh?" The little girl's eyes were bright, "Why?"
Several aunts started gossiping and discussing.
"This couple has been living together for many years, so they are used to eating firewood, rice, oil and salt. Recently, for some reason, Lin Dazhong seldom buys salt at home, so everything eaten at home is bland, which makes Zhuang Shu very angry."
Zhuang Shu is Lin Dazhong's wife, Aunt Lin.
"So when we were having dinner yesterday, Zhuang Shu asked him: Didn't he ask to buy salt? Why did he buy oil instead? Lin Dazhong replied stupidly: Didn't you ask to buy it?"
"Ha ha……"
The aunts laughed mysteriously, and the little girl was confused: "Uncle Lin did buy the wrong thing. Isn't it right for Aunt Lin to be angry?"
She is still a young girl, how can she know these things about husband and wife?
The aunts covered their mouths and said with a smile: "Then Zhuang Shu was so angry that he scolded him for being stupid. He didn't even know what his wife wanted to eat and wasted many years of being a husband and wife. These words frightened Lin Dazhong. He even used his wife's bed at night.
He couldn't go to bed, so he went to buy some honey that night, cooked a dish that night, and finally got Zhuang Shu to let him into the house."
The little girl's eyes widened after hearing this, curious and fresh, and she asked hurriedly: "Auntie, please tell me quickly, what is the name of that dish?"
She wants to learn it when she goes back and cook it for her brother Yan Zhi.
whee……
When the aunties heard the little girl's questions, they all burst into tears with laughter.