My husband was picked up from [farming]

Chapter 9

The bamboo strips cut the hand and it hurt at first. It was not just pain, there was an unnoticeable itch in the pain.

The feeling made Wen Yu very irritated, but it was no longer painful. As long as he didn't press it specifically, he would even forget that he had a wound on his hand.

Yang Zhao took his hand and took a closer look at the wound on his finger. The edge of the wound was a little white because of the water from washing the dishes just now.

Being held by a man like this, Wen Yu, as a brother, couldn't help but blush on his cheeks. He pulled his hand back uncomfortably. However, the man noticed his movement and suddenly tightened his grip, giving him no chance to hide. .

Wen Yu subconsciously raised his head to look at the other person, and Yang Zhao's cheeks that were red just now turned pale in fright.

"Second, second brother? I really don't feel pain..."

He didn't know when the pressure would be released, and his sharp eyes narrowed slightly, as if Wen Yu dared to say another sentence, "He doesn't feel pain, he's fine," Yang Zhao said He must be taught a lesson.

For a moment, Yang Zhao did think so, but when he faced Wen Yu's frightened deer-like eyes, the aura that once made people frightened suddenly burst like a bubble.

"You don't cherish yourself, how can you expect anyone to cherish you?"

He shook off Wen Yu's hand and walked into the back room. There was the sound of cages turning. He wanted to see what he was doing, but Wen Yu But he stood there unable to move.

His legs were so frightened that for a moment he felt that Yang Zhao might want to beat him, and he was even mentally prepared.

But he didn't expect that Yang Zhao just picked it up heavily and put it down gently...

The sound of the man's footsteps came, and Wen Yu's heart trembled with every step. It seemed that the man coming was not the man he was engaged to, but a god of death who could come at any time. Anyone who could crush him.

Then a touch of dry heat touched his fingers. Before he could react, the coolness touched his wound and soothed the pain.

"I prepared this medicine myself. I used to go into the mountains to collect herbs. Try not to touch the water for the past two or three days."

Although his tone was still cold, from his lowered voice and careful movements, Wen Yu could see that Out of his concern.

Knowing that he might have made a mistake just now, knowing that he had misunderstood Yang Zhao, the apology in his eyes was unconcealed.

"I'll pay attention."

"How did you get hurt?" The man couldn't help but ask.

Looking at his expression, Wen Yu said hesitantly: "I was learning to knit something, and I accidentally got scratched by a piece of bamboo strips."

After hearing the whole story clearly, Yang Zhao also put away the medicine bottle in his hand, and looked directly at Wen Yu. Yu.

"Wen Yu, don't do anything to hurt yourself. Tell me what you need and tell me what you want to do. This is not Wen Dafu's family, and I am not one of them."

I don't know if it is my illusion, but at this moment Although the man was gentle, Wen Yu felt that he was really angry.

"Okay, but I still want to do bamboo weaving tomorrow, and maybe I want to do other bamboo weaving in the future..."

For the first time, he wanted to do something for this family, and he really found something happy, unlike in Wen No matter what Liu's subordinates do, they are forced to do so.

After speaking, he lowered his head unconsciously, anxiety and sadness written on his face.

Yang Zhao pursed his lips and was speechless. He didn't say that he was not allowed to do it. Why did he feel wronged before he could do anything? "

I know, it's getting late. Let's pack up and go rest first." "

Wen Yu didn't wait for his rejection, nor did he wait for his support. There was no expression on Wen Yu's face, but his heart was filled with grievances. He nodded dullly and said, "Yes. "

With a little feeling of resentment and grievance, Wen Yu went into the room to clean himself up, and fell asleep.

But the man was sitting in the main room, thinking about something, and after a while he walked out of the room holding an oil lamp. When he got up

early the next day, Wen Yu had already Putting the unhappiness of last night behind, when I saw the light coming from the window paper, I knew it was a sunny day, and my mood improved a lot.

The aroma wafted from the kitchen, and I knew that Yang Zhao was cooking without even looking.

He got dressed and went to wash up outside the kitchen. As soon as he reached the basin shelf, the man came over with a basin filled with hot water. "It will be a while before dinner

. After washing, go try the deer on the table." leather gloves. "

After washing, Wen Yu couldn't wait to look at the pair of deerskin gloves. When he first saw it, he wanted to laugh. The thick stitches looked a bit crude and clumsy.

He picked one up and put it on. He had to say that the leather was soft and thin. , if you ignore those ugly stitches, it is indeed very comfortable to wear.

The man standing behind him looked nervously, and seeing that he had repeated experiences, he asked hesitantly: "How is it? Is there any place to sharpen your hands?

Wen Yu clenched his fists and looked at the seams facing outward. He couldn't help but smile and replied: "It's very comfortable and doesn't rub your hands. " "

The sewing edges and needles are all outside, so how can you sharpen your hands? It's just... a bit miserable.

Aunt Zhang is not as gentle as Wen Yu. When she saw the gloves on his hands, she burst out laughing.

"This is a job . There's no need to ask who did it, Yang Zhao did mean it, but...hahahahaha, this craftsmanship is really ugly. "

Yang Zhao didn't go out that day. He was chopping firewood in the yard. How could he not hear what was said in the house? Although Wen Yu also disliked the ugly gloves in his heart, it was the other person's intention after all.

He held back his laughter and quietly tugged on Aunt Zhang. The sleeves, "Ugly or not, these gloves are very easy to use. I have finished knitting the bamboo basket, and there is not a single cut on my hands." "

They are all people who have been here before. Aunt Zhang couldn't see Wen Yu's defense of Yang Zhao. Her eyes gradually turned teasing when she looked at Wen Yu.

"Yes, yes, thanks to the gloves Yang Zhao made for you, it doesn't matter if they look good or not. It just works. "

Wen Yu blushed under the teasing and joking eyes of his elders. He was telling the truth. After learning that Yang Zhao had made these gloves for him overnight, just so that he would not cut his hands when weaving bamboo weaving, he felt that There was an indescribable sweetness and sourness to it,

so even though he knew his handiwork was ugly, he couldn't hear it being said.

After the joke was finished, Aunt Zhang's face changed, with a look of worry and sadness in her eyes.

"Come here today." , I want to tell you that your brother Zhang Qiao went to town yesterday. On the way back, I heard that there seemed to be some unrest in the Liao army. The city has started recruiting troops again in the past two days. It is estimated that it won't be long before the government will send people to capture the young men again. . "

There are no grown men in the Wen family. There is only one Wen Dafu, but he has an injury on his foot and is a little disabled. It is not visible at ordinary times, but if he takes two steps, he will be lame.

So Wen Yu had never been nervous because of this. Now seeing Aunt Zhang like this, he was stunned at first, and then he figured out what Aunt Zhang meant. It was because he was worried about Yang Zhao.

"Will they come to arrest Brother Yang?"