I have no energy to ask for votes... I guess... I have fallen off the list. I really tried my best, but the results are still so poor. Except for clicks, nothing else seems to have changed. The recommendation votes were all pulled from the author group, 5555555... There are not many people who voted for me... Forget it, I won't vote. I’m on the list, and the great masters are all here, so tired〒_〒
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"Aren't there still so many? We haven't used up the flower pots yet, so we might as well dig out a few more." Jin Fengju looked at the six or seven flower pots below. He had never done this kind of work, but suddenly he started doing it, and he was a little addicted. Suddenly I heard the two brothers and sisters saying urgently: "No, no, dad, the rest... well, just keep the rest, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming."
Jin Fengju didn't understand what he said. He didn't know why digging flowers and plants was related to the Dragon Boat Festival. However, the movements of his hands stopped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and saw that the two children had safely planted the mint, soho, vanilla and other things they dug out, and then watered them skillfully. They obviously did this kind of thing often. , I couldn't help feeling sad.
Although the status of farmers in this era was higher than that of industry and commerce, it was still very low compared with the gentry. Jin Fengju was a noble among the gentry. How could he endure his own children doing this? After all, his impression of these two children has completely changed now.
"You're quite skilled at what you did." He coughed slightly and said a little sadly, but the two children didn't hear the pity in his tone at all, and said happily: "Yes, yes, Daddy, we often do this." , this yard is nothing. Didn’t you look at the backyard? There are soybeans, millet, rice, and sticky rice. By the way, there are also corn and sweet potatoes. We didn’t eat the sticky rice we planted last year and kept it for our daily life. When we make rice dumplings, we help my mother dig the ground and plant weeds." As they spoke, the two siblings puffed up their chests, waiting for their father's praise.
Jin Fengju looked at the proud expressions on the faces of the two children and simply didn't know what to say. After a long time, he coughed and said in a deep voice: "Well, Feng'er and sister are really capable, but they are not allowed to do such things again in the future. , as you grow up day by day, you should work hard on books, prostitutes and other work. Don’t worry, you have daddy in life, so you don’t have to worry about it in the future." After he finished speaking, he thought about having a good talk with Fu Qiuning. , These two good boys must not be allowed to do those despicable jobs.
Helping the two children to move the flower pots to the room and arrange them, Jin Ming saw that Jin Ming had already walked out of the kitchen and left all the things to grandma. Jin Fengju said calmly: "Please invite grandma to the backyard, I have something to say to her. "
Seeing his master's indifferent expression, Jin Ming couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and hurried out. Here Jin Fengju sent the two children into the study, then strolled through the back door to the backyard. I saw a large open space in front of me, planted with several crops, and interspersed with apricot, pear, and jujube trees. The breeze blew through the green leaves, like blue waves passing by. It was really full of life.
There were soft footsteps behind him. Jin Fengju turned around and saw Fu Qiuning slowly approaching. Looking at the long cloth dress the woman was wearing, he couldn't help but feel a little pity and compassion in his heart: She was also a daughter of 28 years old. , but because of the needs of her father's political struggle, she was treated as a victim. What's even more tragic is that in her own palace, she was destined to have no future.
"You have suffered so much these years." He said calmly, with a hint of sincerity in his tone, which was already very rare.
"Young Lord Marquis allowed me to stay in the Marquis Mansion and save my life. I am extremely grateful and I don't feel any pain." Fu Qiuning gently bowed with her knickers folded. Although her face was calm, her heart was as fierce as a drum. He jumped up and secretly thought, Jin Fengju, this bastard, is he still going to divorce his wife
Jin Fengju glanced at her, suddenly smiled, turned to look at the greenery in front of him, and said leisurely: "Don't worry, Feng'er and Jiao'er are where they are today because of your careful teachings, so I won't give up. You, I just hope you don’t have any other thoughts.”
This bastard has really powerful eyes. He could tell with one glance that I was worried. For the first time, Fu Qiuning felt admiration for Jin Fengju, and secretly said that he should not underestimate him in the future. While lowering his head, he said: "I feel as if my body and mind are still. Although the young Marquis can rest assured that he can save his life and live leisurely, I am already grateful. I will never let my wishful thinking bring trouble to the young Marquis."
Jin Fengju seemed very satisfied with her attitude. He had no idea that Fu Qiuning was also very happy at this time.
Women in this era regard their husbands as gods. Once they become abandoned wives, they feel that they have no love left in life. However, she is a soul from the future. In that era, what do men count? As long as he can have enough food, clothing, warmth and sleep, a man is a dispensable piece of shit. At least to Fu Qiuning, that is the definition of a man.
Why is this woman trying so hard to hide her joy? Unintentionally, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Fu Qiuning's mouth, which was trying to hold back a smile. Jin Feng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but frown, but this was not his concern. Looking at the greenery, he said calmly: "How have you lived these years?" It’s hard work. It’s not easy to grow so many things with just a few women and children. But you won’t need to plant them in the future. I think I’ll let you go back to the backyard to live after the Dragon Boat Festival. At that time, there was a fixed amount of money, and you had a share of food and clothing. For example, you don't need to worry about it. Feng'er and Jiao'er are my children after all, and they shouldn't have to do these jobs."
Of course Fu Qiuning did not agree with these words, but she also knew that this was the thinking of ancient people, that all people were inferior but only good at reading, so she did not immediately blush and fiercely object. But Yingying Yifu said: "I have been forced by life these years to plant these fields and the flowers and trees in the front yard, but I didn't dare to let the children actually do these things. I just picked the easier ones and let them Learn first. It is often said that children from wealthy families cannot carry hands or shoulders. With all due respect, this is of no benefit. It would be better to learn something. If the two children are successful in the future, it will be better not to have to do these chores. . But if you can’t get ahead, there is always a way to do it. Because of this consideration, we let them do it with us. Otherwise, it’s just a few acres of land, and the three of us adults can do it.”
Jin Fengju finally felt relieved and nodded: "You are right. I neglected them at that time. If you think like this, it shows that you are sincerely thinking about them. I would like to thank you here."
Fu Qiuning's eyes widened in surprise at this sentence, but he soon realized that he had lost his composure, so he lowered his head in a hurry and said to himself: This young prince is not a bastard, he can actually say such a thing to a cold wife. In other words, in this era, it is simply impossible for him to be such a man, right? But if he is said to be good, why did he behave worse than scum before
Jin Fengju didn't know the doubts in her heart. He looked at the corn with its ears pulled out, but he also found it cute. He smiled and turned around and walked into the house. He said leisurely: "Since it is your hard work, after you go to the backyard, I will also send someone." After taking care of this season’s crops, these self-grown vegetables will probably taste good, and my ancestors’ favorite.”
Fu Qiuning then remembered that just now, because he was immersed in the excitement of not being laid off and being able to spend his time here leisurely, he actually missed the last more important piece of news. (To be continued)