It's autumn harvest time, and the people of Yibei City are also busy. Every day, people with hoes can be seen walking on the street.
Since Mu Yang was chopped off the wooden token, he has been restless, talking about having nothing to do all day long. And Chi Jingxi never assigned him anything in the army, and only made him a nominal squad leader.
Once Mu Yang is free, he will try his best to be a demon.
First of all, when the weather is cold, the trees planted in the yard will also be cold, so I have to put clothes on the trees.
Wen Yantong was simply baffled, he had been popularizing science for a long time and the temperature would not make the trees feel cold, but he still couldn't stop him from being in a panic, and put clothes on every tree.
Later when Chi Jingxi came back, he saw that the trees in the courtyard were all covered with clothes, first gave Mu Yang two slaps, and then asked him to take off the clothes one by one.
After Mu Yang was taught a lesson, he took Fu Zixian to wander the streets after being honest for only two days, and bought a basketful of chicks.
The chick is not as big as a palm, its whole body is fluffy yellow, its voice is thin, and it sounds quite cute.
Mu Yang couldn't put it down, counted back and forth several times, and named all the twelve chicks.
Wen Yantong poured cold water mercilessly, "Winter is coming soon, you can't keep these chickens alive."
Mu Yang grinned at her, "Hurry up and say something nice, don't hurt my cubs' hearts."
Wen Yantong was very helpless, "You have no experience in raising chickens, so you should give them away as soon as possible."
Mu Yang pointed to the door, "Hurry up and let me go."
Wen Yantong snorted, picked up her dress and left.
As a result, a few days later, Mu Yang hugged the dead chicken cub, crying like peony and peony.
Wen Yantong's face was full of astonishment, and he stood by the side without saying a word for a long time.
There won't be another fool in the world who named chicken cubs after flowers.
In the end, it was Fu Zi who came forward to comfort him, and dug a hole beside the wooden grave with him, and buried all the dead chicks in it, and Mu Yang calmed down.
Mu Yang tossed and tossed so repeatedly, the one who suffered the most was actually Wen Yantong.
Because Chi Jingxi and Fu Zixian were busy with military affairs, they rarely came back. In the end, it was Chi Jingxi who felt sorry for Wen Yantong and arranged an errand for Mu Yang.
There is a family in the city, whose son joined the army at the age of 30 and died in the war to suppress the chaos. Only a pair of elderly parents, a young daughter-in-law and a few-year-old child are left in the family.
The two old people are old, and the young daughter-in-law doesn't have much energy. The rice at home is not harvested, so Chi Jingxi wants to send someone to help.
It happened that Mu Yang, who was too idle to be a demon, was assigned to him.
Mu Yang is naturally happy to do things, so early in the morning, he knocked on Wen Yantong's door with a sickle on his waist.
Wen Yantong opened the door with a tired face, and when he saw Mu Yang's radiant face, he immediately had a bad feeling.
"Let's go harvest rice together." Mu Yang patted the sickle hanging on his waist.
He changed into Yibei's local clothes, his long hair stood up high, his neckline was wide open, and he could see that the red spots on his neck and collarbone had completely disappeared, revealing his fair complexion.
Wen Yantong frowned, "I won't go."
Mu Yang looked her up and down, and finally stopped on her face, "Wen Yantong, do you know how much weight you have gained these days?"
Wen Yantong: Grass!
Mu Yang stood at her window persistently and read for half an hour. Wen Yantong's brain was buzzing from the noise, and finally he had to compromise and changed into Miss Yibei's clothes.
Although it's autumn, the sun is still very warm at noon. Wen Yantong is wearing a cotton and linen single jacket and a layer of light quilted waistcoat. Underneath are dark wide-leg trousers, gathered at the ankles. It looks like a lantern, showing ankles.
It is somewhat opposite to modern clothing. People in Yibei live mainly by farming, so there are very few girls in dresses, unlike Chaoge, where the girls are all well-clothed and well-fed, and never go to the fields.
Wen Yantong put a dark brocade cloth on his head to shade the sun, imitated hanging a sickle on his waist, and rode a carriage to the family's field.
It is not a big rice field, and the eyes are full of golden colors.
The two elderly people stood on the side, slowly cutting the rice with a sickle, while the young wife was more agile, and a few-year-old child sat on the ridge and played.
When Mu Yang and Wen Yantong came, they also brought four guards, and they went to work separately.
When the old man saw someone coming, he immediately called his wife to come and greet him.
The woman wiped the sweat from her face, and when she approached and saw Wen Yantong, anger immediately appeared on her face, "Those officials are really good at handling things, and they even assigned a delicate girl to come!"
Wen Yantong raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Mu Yang said, "So what about the girl, we have heard that Yantong is very good at cutting ten rice with one knife."
Wen Yantong gave him a backhand hammer, "Shut your mouth."
The woman's expression softened, but her tone was still aggressive, "Can such a delicate girl do this job?"
Just as Wen Yantong was about to refute, there was a crying sound from the child next to him. It turned out that he accidentally fell off the field ridge while playing, and half of his body was buried in the muddy water.
Seeing this, the woman ran in panic, grabbed the child, greeted the old man, and took the crying child back to change her clothes.
Wen Yantong saw that the person had left, but didn't say anything else. Although this woman doesn't look easy to get along with, it doesn't prevent her from experiencing life.
It has been a long time since she went to the field to cut rice. She especially remembers that when she was young, she was only one meter tall and had to go to the field to help with a small scythe. Later, her younger brother was born. In order to support her younger brother, her parents sold the old field at home and went to the county. work to earn a living.
After many years, when Wen Yantong stood in front of the rice field again, he felt that time had flown back. No matter how the times change, the appearance of these grains has not changed much.
She took off her shoes, rolled up her trousers and went to the ground. The muddy water in the ground immediately absorbed her legs. She took off the sickle at her waist and slowly cut the rice.
In fact, she and Mu Yang came to gather the number of people, and the four guards they brought were enough. Chi Jingxi asked Mu Yang to come, but to find something for him to do.
Wen Yantong bent down to cut the rice, and soon became tired, so he straightened up and wiped his sweat. Just as a gust of autumn wind passed by, the golden rice in front of us set off layers of wheat waves, rolling gently.
The wind gently wiped the sweat off her face, and the air was filled with the fragrance of rice.
If there is no turmoil, Yibei City should be so peaceful and beautiful.
Wen Yantong moved very slowly, took a break after cutting two bundles, and just after cutting about ten bundles, the woman called her on the ridge of the field.
Wen Yantong straightened up and turned to look, and saw her holding a bowl and waving towards her.
She walked ashore without knowing why, and saw the woman rushing forward, laying a piece of wet linen on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Wipe your hands quickly, girl, it's better not to go down to the ground, look at your delicate hands and face, don't be afraid." Don't be rough."
Wen Yantong was stunned, and found that he seemed to have misunderstood what she meant earlier.
The woman sighed to herself, "These jobs are all done by men, how can I let you, a little girl, do it, and the superiors are too good at handling things."
The words are full of complaints.
Wen Yantong smiled, but wiped his hands with a sackcloth, "I wanted to see it myself."
The woman held a bowl of cold tea in her hand, "Drink it quickly, it will quench your thirst."
Wen Yantong used to think that she was difficult to get along with, and her brows were full of meanness, but looking at her now, she only felt that her smile was full of simplicity, and couldn't help feeling warm in her heart, so she took the tea and drank it.
The woman asked her to dry her hands and feet, put on her shoes and sit on the ridge of the field to play with the children who were a few years old, while she went down to the ground with a sickle on her back.
Mu Yang was working hard in the field, and when he was tired and straightened up and twisted his waist, he subconsciously looked for Wen Yantong in the field.
I saw Yantong sitting on the ridge of the field talking with the child holding hands. The wind picked up his long hair, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, sticking to his face with sweat, Mu Yang brushed it with his muddy hands, and smiled unconsciously.
Although Mu Yang and Wen Yantong didn't put in much effort, it took half a day to collect the rice in the field. When they left, the two old people were very grateful, and the woman repeatedly offered Wen Yantong to accept it.
It's just shoes and accessories made by women themselves.
When he went back that night, Chi Jingxi learned that Mu Yang had dragged Wen Yantong off to work in the field. When he arrived at Wen Yantong's room, Wen Yantong was soaking his feet.
The mud got into the crevices of the nails, and it was not so easy to clean up, so Wen Yantong wanted to soak his feet first and then pick them out little by little.
When Chi Jingxi entered the door and saw Wen Yantong soaking his feet, he was taken aback for a moment, and turned to go out.
Wen Yantong hurriedly shouted, "They've all come in, why are you leaving?"
Chi Jingxi paused and turned half of his body, as if hesitating whether to enter or exit.
Wen Yantong urged again, "What are you doing!"
Only then did Chi Jingxi turn around, and a voice came from afar, "You are washing your feet..."
Wen Yantong said, "Yes. Young Master, my toenails are full of mud. I want to pick it out. Can you hold the lamp for me?"
She wiped her feet as she spoke.
Chi Jingxi sighed insignificantly, took a small lamp and came to her side, put it on the table and took off his coat.
Wen Yantong's feet are small and exquisite, white and almost bloodless, and the toes are round and pink.
She took the thick needle next to her and was about to lift her foot when Chi Jingxi grabbed her ankle.
Wen Yantong was surprised when he saw him grab a stool and sit on the side, put Wen Yantong's feet on his lap, then took down the lamp on the table and put it beside him, stretched out his hand towards her, "Give me."
Wen Yantong gave him the thick needle in her hand in a daze, and Chi Jingxi pinched her round toes and gently picked the mud from the nails.
"Why did you go with me?" Chi Jingxi asked.
Wen Yantong was smiling, and replied, "Mu Xingyi insisted on pulling me along. I was afraid that he would cause trouble, so I went with him."
"You don't have to do this kind of work." Xu Shi just came back from the outside, Chi Jingxi's fingers were a little cold, and there was an obvious temperature difference when she pinched Wen Yantong's feet soaked in hot water.
"Aren't I here to experience the life of the common people?" Wen Yantong said, "There is no war, and the life of Yibei people should be very peaceful. When can we go back to Chaoge?"
Chi Jingxi carefully ticked off one by one, and replied, "Soon."
Wen Yantong shook his toes, "It's almost time."
Chi Jingxi stared down at her fidgeting toes, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he raised his eyes and said to her, "Before winter comes, we can leave Yibei."
Wen Yantong was happy, "Really?"
"Of course it's true." Chi Jingxi pinched her ankle and scratched the sole of her foot, "Don't move around."
Wen Yantong laughed out loud, "Don't scratch, don't scratch, I won't move."
In the late autumn of October, cold currents are hovering in the sky, and winter seems to be getting closer.
Everyone is thinking about this "before the winter", the enemy army is more and more ready to move, harassing the patrolling soldiers in Yibei time and again, the smoke of war seems to fill the air, and the people in Yibei City are gradually getting nervous, and the turmoil is imminent.
On October 30th, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, as if it had struck down from layers of the nine heavens, and the whole Yibei was shaken by the thunder.
Wen Yantong was practicing calligraphy, and was taken aback, leaving a piece of ink on the paper.
Then the thunder rolled, and the big raindrops fell from the sky and hit the ground.
Wen Yantong pushed open the window, and the wind and rain rushed towards his face.
She knew that the heavy rain had finally come.