Chapter 349

In the night sky, the stars are twinkling, the branches and leaves are imprinted with mottled light and shadow on the ground, the fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans is faint, quiet and pleasant.

There is no night life in Taohua village, so as soon as it gets dark, everyone closes the door to have dinner and goes to bed. It is estimated that the only night life is lying in bed and having children.

After Jiang Mingzhao and Lu Yunkai had a meal, they chatted with each other for a few minutes. Then they went with Yang Shu to the Song family. The water for washing and bathing there was already ready, and they could use it as soon as they passed.

Jiang Wen and Jiang Xiaoer want to live in the same room with the twins. Several people roll on the wide bed. After rolling for several times, they are sleepy.

After they fell asleep, Jiang Mingzhao, an uncle, quietly took them away, put them in the guest room next to him, and covered them with a thin quilt, which looked like a kind father.

When he got back to the guest room, he met Mr. Wei, who had not yet rested. He arched his hand to him: "Your Highness, but the bed is not suitable?"

"No Mr. Wei sat on the railing under the eaves corridor, raised his folding fan and said, "the Lu family are wonderful people. They know the current affairs very well."

Jiang Mingzhao was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "they are all ordinary people with honest mind. Please show mercy to your highness."

"I didn't say anything. What are you flustered about?" Childe Wei saw that Jiang Mingzhao was sincere to the Lu family and his wife. He was a little surprised that the noble son of the aristocratic family actually had a real relationship with ordinary farmers. Should we say that the Lu family and his wife were powerful, or that Jiang Mingzhao was too sincere?

"I'm not afraid your highness thinks they are not well treated." Jiang Mingzhao laughs. If the elder brother didn't introduce Mr. Wei to him as a friend, he wouldn't bother to flatter him here. He might as well quarrel with Lu Yun. "This is a rural place, and there are no delicacies, jade beds and warm pillows. I'm afraid your highness is not used to it."

Childe Wei said with a smile, "you are different from your elder brother."

"My elder brother and I are two people. Naturally, we are different." Jiang Mingzhao said with a smile.

Childe Wei said softly, and didn't say any more, "if it can be done, I'll allow you an advantage."

"Your Highness, you don't have to. I'm just sending a message for the Lu family." Jiang Mingzhao said: "Your Highness can grant them tens of thousands of taels of silver, and they have the right to buy these ideas."

"It's tacky to say money." Childe Wei gently turned the jade finger on his thumb, "if it can be done, I will reward her."

If song Xintong, who is far away from the Lu family, knows this, she will think: it doesn't matter. The more vulgar, the better. She won't panic if she has money!

At this time, song Xintong was sitting at the table, holding Lu Yunkai's arm to watch him write. What she wrote was the lottery form she had just thought of. "There are three numbers in the same order. They must be consistent before winning the lottery. At most, it's about 100 Wen."

"Well, I wrote it all down." Lu Yunkai thinks that his wife has a lot of ideas in her mind. He has never thought that there is such a novel and strange way of gambling.

"Is that enough?"

"Let me see." Song Xintong looked at a page and wrote a lottery form and rules, a total of 10, "almost, I can only think of so much, if that childe Wei can think of more."

"By the way, I'll write in the lucky draw as well." Song Xintong originally wanted to write a scraping color, but they still had to think about it when they made the paper to write numbers. It's even more difficult to make scraping tickets. It's better to put a thousand wooden bumps in a box and set up a dozen or twenty prizes, some two Wen, some five Wen, at most ten Wen.

Of course, wooden bumps and other things are too low-grade. Master Xing Xuwei will polish them with jade.

"It's done." Lu Yun opened the brush, took the paper book full of words and threw it away, then put it aside to dry. "I'm afraid I can't make any money this time."

"If you can't earn it, you should have a good relationship." Song Xintong holding Lu Yunkai's arm, "Xianggong, I will try to make money from other places."

"Hard work, lady." Lu Yunkai holds song Xintong by the waist. How can he marry such a wife? If it wasn't for her, he would have to follow Jiang Mingzhao's path if he wanted to participate in the scientific examination again in his life, but he didn't want to.

It's not because he is too lofty and pedantic, but he doesn't want to spoil the friendship.

"We're husband and wife. You don't have to thank me." Song Xintong kisses Lu Yunkai on the cheek. "Well, it's late. Have a rest early."

"Tomorrow, young master Jiang, they are going to hunt in the mountains. Would you like to accompany them?" Song Xintong sat on the bed, leaned against the big pillow and asked him.

"I'm invited to go." Lu Yunkai will take off the shirt neatly on the shelf, and then with song Xintong lying on the bed: "and tomorrow rest bath, also don't need class, go together."

"Look at my memory, I forgot." Song Xintong chagrined patted the head, as expected a pregnancy silly three years? The memory is getting worse and worse, "then it's the first day of October the next day?"

"Yes." Lu Yunkai put the quilt on their bodies, and then gently touched song Xintong's round tummy: "in two or three months, he will come out?"

"Well." Song Xintong leaned on Lu Yunkai's arm and smelled the faint fragrance of Osmanthus on his body. "Today, he kicked me many times, more and more energetic."

"You didn't even tell me." Lu Yunkai was a little lost, and today he didn't touch the child's little feet.

"You are talking to them. I can't run to you." Song Xintong patted the back of Lu Yunkai's hand, "when he comes out, you can touch it slowly."

"Well." Lu Yunkai kisses Xintong's dark and shiny hair. It has a faint fragrance. It's a mixture of Sapindus mukorossi and flowers. It smells good.

"Xianggong, today Mr. Jiang said that we should make more vermicelli. After the spring of next year, they will transport a large number of vermicelli to sea." Song Xintong thought of such a large order, the bottom of his heart laughed, "and can earn a lot of money."

"Little money buff." Lu Yunkai reached out and scraped her small white nose. Her tone was full of doting.

"Silver reassures me and makes me proud." Song Xintong complacently snorted, "Xianggong, you can study at ease and stay at home. I will support you."

Lu Yunkai didn't think he was a little white face, but was honored: "thank you, madam."

"You're welcome." Song Xintong looked at him with a smile, "kiss me."

Looking at his wife's eyes, Lu Yunkai suddenly smiles. He says "you" helplessly and fondly. Then he is very willing to bow his head and kiss song Xintong's red lips. His action is gentle but sentimental.

The light in the room is dim and ambiguous.