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date="2021-10-06"

title="Chapter 123:"

weight="139965"

series = ["The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star"]

mode = "manual"

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When the autumn harvest came, the people in Yibei City were also busy. Every day, people with hoes could be seen walking on the street.

Since Mu Yang was chopped out of the wooden sign, he was a little bit awkward, talking about nothing to do all day long. And Chi Jingxi never assigned him military affairs, only let him be a named squad leader.

When 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 you have to put clothes on the trees.

Wen Yantong was simply inexplicable. After giving him science for a long time, this temperature would not make the trees feel cold, but he still couldn't stand his idleness and put clothes on every tree.

Later, Chi Jingxi came back and saw that the trees in the courtyard were all covered with clothes. He first slapped Mu Yang with two slaps, and then asked him to take off his clothes one by one.

After Mu Yang was taught, he took Fu Zixian to hang out in the street after only two days of being honest, and bought a basket of little chicken cubs.

The little chicken is not as big as a slap, the whole body is hairy yellow, the voice is soft, and it sounds cute.

Mu Yang couldn't put it down, counted it back and forth several times, and named all the twelve baby chicken cubs.

Wen Yantong poured cold water mercilessly, "Winter is coming soon, you can't feed these chicken cubs at all."

Mu Yang grinned at her, "Hurry up and say something nice, don't hurt my cubs' hearts."

Wen Yantong was very helpless, "You don't have experience in raising chickens, so let's give them away as soon as possible."

Mu Yang pointed to the door, "Hurry up and let me go."

Wen Yantong snorted and left with his dress.

As a result, a few days later, Mu Yang was holding the dead chicken cub and screamed like Peony and Peony.

Wen Yantong's face was astonished, and she stood by her side without a word for a long time.

There won't be a second fool in the world who named chicken cubs with flowers.

In the end, Fu Zi offered to comfort him, and accompanied him to dig a hole next to the wooden sign grave, and buried all the dead chicken cubs before Mu Yang stopped.

Mu Yang tossed so repeatedly, and the one who suffered the most was Wen Yantong.

Because Chi Jingxi and Fu Zixian are busy with military affairs, they rarely come back. In the end, Chi Jingxi felt sorry for Wen Yantong and arranged an errand for Mu Yang.

There are families in the city, and Li Zhinian’s son joined the army and died in the war of peace, leaving only an elderly parent, a young wife and a few-year-old child in the family.

The two elderly people were very old, and the young wife didn't have much energy. There was no one to collect the rice at home, so Chi Jingxi wanted to send someone to help.

It just happened that Mu Yang, who was so idle as a demon, was assigned to the past.

Mu Yang was naturally happy to do something, so early in the morning he knocked on the door of Yantong with a sickle pinned to his waist.

Wen Yantong opened the door with a tired face, and saw Mu Yang's energetic face, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Let's go harvest rice together." Mu Yang patted the sickle hanging around 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 erythema on the collarbone of his neck had completely disappeared, revealing a white color.

Wen Yantong frowned, "I'm not going."

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 was so loud that he had to compromise and put on girl Yibei's clothes.

Although it's autumn, the sun is still very warm at noon. Wen Yantong is wearing a cotton and linen single coat with a layer of quilted waistcoat. The bottom is dark wide-leg trousers, and the ankles are gathered. It looks like a lantern, exposing ankles.

Somewhat opposite to modern clothing. The people of Yibei mainly depend on farming, so there are very few girls in dresses. Unlike Chaoge, where the girls are all rich in clothing and food, they never go to the ground.

Wen Yantong put a dark brocade cloth on his head for shade, learned how to hang a sickle around his waist, and rode a carriage to the family's field.

It's a small paddy field, and the eyes are full of golden colors.

The two elderly people stood on the edge, slowly cutting the rice with a sickle, while the young daughter-in-law was more agile, and the several-year-old child was sitting on the ridge playing.

When Mu Yang and Wen Yantong came, they brought four guards with them, and several of them worked separately.

When the old man saw someone coming, he immediately greeted his wife.

The woman wiped the sweat from her face, and when she approached and saw Wen Yantong, her face immediately became angry, "Those officials really know how to do things, and they even dispatched a delicate girl!"

Wen Yantong raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Mu Yang said, "What about the girl, we heard that Yantong is very powerful, and cut ten rice with one knife."

Wen Yantong gave him a hammer backhand, "Close your mouth."

The woman's expression eased, but her tone was still rushing, "Can such a delicate girl do this job?"

As soon as Wen Yantong wanted to refute, crying came from the children nearby. It turned out that he accidentally fell off the ridge while playing, half of his body was buried in muddy water.

Seeing this, the woman hurriedly ran away in horror, picked up the child, said hello to the old man, and took the crying child back to change clothes.

Wen Yantong didn't say anything when he saw the person leaving. Although this woman looks uncomfortable, it does not prevent her from experiencing life.

She hasn't gone to the fields to harvest rice for a long time. remember when she was only one meter tall, she had to go down to the field with a scythe to help. Later, her brother was born. In order to support her brother, her parents sold the old land at home and went to the county town. work to earn a living.

After a few years, when Wen Yantong stood in front of the rice field again, he felt that time had gone back all of a sudden. 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 fell to the ground. The muddy water in the ground immediately absorbed her legs. She took off the sickle on 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, just to find him something to do.

Wen Yantong bent over to cut the rice, and soon became tired, so he straightened up and wiped the sweat. Just as the autumn wind passed by, the golden rice in front of him set off a layer of wheat waves, softly tumbling.

The wind gently wiped the sweat off her face, and the air was full of fragrance of rice.

If there were no turmoil, Yibeicheng would be so peaceful and beautiful.

Wen Yantong moved very slowly, and took a break after cutting two bundles. Just after cutting a dozen bundles, the woman called her on the ridge.

Wen Yantong straightened up and turned to look, and saw that she was holding a bowl and beckoning here.

She walked ashore without knowing why, and saw the woman hurriedly coming forward with a piece of wet linen on the ground and whispered, "The girl should wipe her hands quickly. Don't rough it up."

Wen Yantong was stunned, and found that she seemed to have misunderstood her previous meaning.

The woman sighed to herself, "These tasks are all done by men, so how can you let a little girl do it? You can't do things by the top."

The words are full of complaints.

Wen Yantong smiled, and finally wiped his hands with burlap, "I wanted to come and see it myself."

The woman was holding a bowl of cold tea, "Drink it soon to quench my thirst."

Wen Yantong previously thought that she was not easy to get along with, and her eyebrows were full of meanness, but now that she looked at it, she felt that her smile was full of simplicity, and she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and took the tea and drank it.

The woman asked her to dry her hands and feet, put on her shoes and sat on the ridge to play with a few-year-old child, while she went down to the ground with a scythe on her back.

Mu Yang worked hard in the field, and when he got tired, he straightened up and twisted his waist, subconsciously looking for Wen Yantong in the field.

I saw Yantong sitting on the ridge and talking with the child hand in hand. The wind picked up his long hair and blew the broken hair from his forehead on his face, stuck in sweat, Mu Yang brushed it with his muddy hands, bending his lips and smiling unconsciously.

Although Mu Yang and Wen Yantong did not exert much effort, the rice in the field still took a long time to harvest. When they left, the two old men were grateful for their gratitude, and the woman repeatedly gave gifts on the ground and let Wen Yantong accept it.

It's just shoes and accessories made by women themselves.

Back that night, Chi Jingxi learned that Mu Yang had pulled Wen Yantong down to work. When he rushed to Wen Yantong's room, Wen Yantong was soaking his feet.

The mud got in between the nails and it was not so easy to clean up, so Wen Yantong wanted to remove the bubbles from the feet first.

Chi Jingxi entered the door and saw Wen Yantong soaking her feet.

Wen Yantong hurriedly shouted, "I've all come in, why are you leaving?"

Chi Jingxi paused, leaning half of his body, as if hesitated whether to go in or out.

Wen Yantong urged again, "What are you doing!"

Only then did Chi Jingxi turn around, and a voice came from a distance, "You are washing your feet..."

Wen Yantong said, "Yes. Little Houye, my toenails are full of mud, I want to pick it out, can you help me hold the lamp?"

She wiped her feet while talking.

Chi Jingxi sighed insignificantly, took a small lamp and came to her, put it on the table, and then took off his coat.

Wen Yantong's feet are small and exquisite, white with almost no blood color, and her 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 astonished, and saw that he grabbed a stool and sat on the side, put Wen Yantong's feet on his lap, then took the lamp on the table and put it aside, reaching out to her. "Give me."

Wen Yantong gave him the thick needle in her hand in a daze, Chi Jingxi pinched her round toes and moved extremely softly to pick the mud in her nails.

"Why did you go with me?" Chi Jingxi asked.

Wen Yantong was smiling and replied, "Mu Xingyi insisted on pulling me together. I was afraid that he would cause trouble, so I followed."

"You don't have to do this kind of work." Because Xu had just returned from the outside, Chi Jingxi's fingers were a little cold, and there was a noticeable temperature difference when he pinched his feet after hearing the inkstone soaked in hot water.

"Didn't I experience the lives of the common people?" Wen Yantong said, "There is no war, the life of the Yibei people should be very peaceful. When can we return to Chaoyang."

Chi Jingxi seriously tickled one by one, and replied, "It's coming soon."

Wen Yantong shook his toes, "When is it coming soon."

Chi Jingxi stared at her tumultuous toes with low eyes, a smile suddenly appeared in her eyes, and raised her eyes to her and said, "Before the winter comes, we can leave Yibei."

Wen Yantong was happy, "Really?"

"Naturally it is true." Chi Jingxi squeezed her ankle and scratched the sole of her foot, "Don't move."

Wen Yantong laughed out loud, "Don't worry, I won't move anymore."

In late October, the cold current hovered in the air, and winter seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Everyone was thinking about this "before winter", and the enemy army became more and more ready to harass the soldiers on patrol in Yibei.

On October 30th, a thunderstorm exploded in the sky, as if it was split from the Nine Heavens, and the entire Yibei was shaken by the thunderstorm.

Wen Yantong was practicing calligraphy and was taken aback, leaving a piece of ink on the paper.

Then thunder rolled, and big raindrops fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Wen Yantong opened the window, and the wind was blowing in the rain.

She knew that the heavy rain had finally come.