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Chapter 34: Vitality
I'm too weak to ask for votes... I should... have fallen off the list. I really tried my best, but the results are still half dead. Except for the clicks, nothing else seems to have changed. The recommended votes are all pulled from the author group, 5555555... There are not many people who vote for me... Forget it, I'm not on the list anymore, and the great gods also get together, so tired 〒_〒
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"Isn't there still so much? We haven't run out of flowerpots, so I just dug a few more." Jin Fengju looked at the six or seven flowerpots below. He never did these kinds of work, but suddenly he started doing it, and he was a little addicted. Suddenly, the two brothers and sisters said anxiously: "No need, no need for Daddy, the rest... um, keep the rest, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming."
Jin Fengju couldn't understand these words, and he didn't know how digging flowers and plants had something to do with the Dragon Boat Festival. However, the movement in his hands stopped. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw that the two children had planted the mint, Soho, herbs and other things dug up, and watered them skillfully. Obviously, they often do this kind of thing. , couldn't help feeling sad.
In this era, although the status of peasants was higher than that of industry and commerce, they were still very low compared to the gentry. Jin Fengju was an aristocrat in the gentry, could he bear his sons and daughters to do this? After all, his impression of these two children has completely changed now.
"You are skilled at what you do." He coughed lightly and said sadly, but seeing that the two children did not hear the pity in his tone at all, he said happily, "Yes, yes, Dad, we often do this. , this yard is nothing, you didn't look at the backyard, there are soybeans, millet, rice, sticky rice, right, corn and sweet potatoes. We didn't eat the sticky rice we planted last year, so we kept it for a while Making rice dumplings, those are the two of us who helped my mother to dig the ground to plant and pull weeds." As they said, the two brothers and sisters stood up, waiting for their father to praise them.
Jin Fengju looked at the proud expressions on the faces of the two children, he didn't know what to say, he coughed for a long time, and said solemnly: "Well, Feng'er and my sister are really capable, but in the future they are not allowed to do this kind of thing again. , you grow up day by day, you should work hard on books and female red, don't worry, there are things in life, 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. , must not let these two good boys do those sleazy jobs.
Helping the two children to move the flower pots to the room and set them up, I saw that Jin Ming had come out of the kitchen and said that everything was left to grandma, Jin Fengju said lightly: "You invite grandma to the backyard, I have something to tell her. "
When Jin Ming saw the indifferent expression on his master's face, he couldn't help stunned, and quickly went out, where Jin Fengju sent the two children into the study, and walked from the back door to the backyard. There are several crops planted in the large open space in front of me, and there are also apricot trees, pear trees, and jujube trees interspersed among them.
There were soft footsteps behind him, Jin Fengju turned his head and saw Fu Qiuning approaching slowly, looking at the long cloth dress on the woman's body, he couldn't help but feel a little pity 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 in this way. What's more tragic is that in her own palace, she is destined to have no future.
"I have suffered for you all these years." He said lightly, with a bit of sincerity in his tone, which is already very rare.
"Little Marquis can allow the concubine to save her life in the Hou's mansion. The concubine is already grateful, and I don't feel any pain." Fu Qiuning gently restrained her and gave a salute. Although her face was calm, her heart was as violent as a drum beat. He jumped up and secretly thought that Jin Fengju, this bastard, still wants to divorce his wife?
Jin Fengju glanced at her, suddenly smiled slightly, turned to look at the greenery in front of him, and said leisurely, "Don't worry, Feng'er and Jiao'er are able to have today because of your careful teaching, so I won't give up. You, I just hope you don't have any other thoughts."
This bastard's eyes are really powerful, he just glanced at it and knew that I was worried. For the first time, Fu Qiuning had a feeling of admiration for Jin Fengju, and secretly said that he should not be underestimated in the future. While bowing his head, he said, "My concubine's body and mind are like still water. Although Little Marquis can rest assured that he can save his life and live a leisurely life, he is already grateful. He will never again be wishful thinking and cause trouble to Little Marquis."
Jin Fengju seemed very satisfied with her attitude, not knowing that Fu Qiuning was also elated at this time.
Women in this era regard their husbands as gods. Once they become abandoned women, they feel that they have no love for life. However, she is a soul from the future. In that era, what is a man? As long as you can eat enough, wear warm clothes and sleep well, a man is a dispensable chicken rib, at least for Fu Qiuning, that's the definition of a man.
What's the matter with this woman's face trying to hide her joy? Inadvertently, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Fu Qiuning's mouth, which was holding back a smile. Jin Feng raised his brows and could not help but frown, but this was not among his concerns. Looking at the greenery, he said lightly, "How have you lived all these years? It’s hard work, relying on a few women and children to grow so many things, it’s not easy. But in the future, there should be no need to plant. I think I will let you go back to the backyard to live after the Dragon Boat Festival. For example, you don’t need to worry about it. Feng’er and Jiao’er are my sons and daughters after all, and they shouldn’t be involved in these jobs.”
Of course, Fu Qiuning did not agree with these words, but she also knew that this was the way of thinking of the ancients. All things are inferior, only reading is high, so she did not immediately blushed and had a thick neck. But Yingying said with a blessing: "These years are indeed forced by life. I have planted these fields and flowers and trees in the front yard, but I don't dare to let the children really do these things. I just choose the easier ones and let them Study first. It is often said that children from rich and noble families can’t carry their hands or shoulders, but I’m sorry to say that this is not good. It’s better to be able to order something. If the two children are promising in the future, it will be better not to do these tasks. But if we can't get ahead, there is always a side-by-side plan. Because of this consideration, we ask them to do it with us. Otherwise, it's just a few acres of land, and the three of us can do it."
Jin Fengju was finally relieved, nodded and said, "You're right. I neglected them at that time. If you can think this way, it shows that you are really thinking about them. I have to thank you here."
This sentence made Fu Qiuning's eyes widen in surprise, but he immediately realized that he had lost his temper, so he hurriedly lowered his head and said to himself: This little prince is not a bastard, he can even say such a thing to a cold wife Then, in this era, it is impossible to be such a man again, right? But if he was good, why did he act worse than scum before?
Jin Fengju didn't know the doubts in her heart. Seeing that the corn had its ears pulled out, he felt cute too. He smiled and turned to walk into the room, while he said leisurely, "Since it's your hard work, when you go to the backyard, I'll send someone too. Taking care of this season's crops is that these vegetables that I grow by myself probably taste good, and the ancestors like them the most."
Fu Qiuning just remembered that just now because he was so immersed in the excitement that he could spend his days leisurely here, he had missed the latter, more important news.