"Mr. Yan is a good person. He can treat Ah Cheng like this. You should find some time to study in the village and thank him."

"It should be," Tang Shuan nodded heavily after hearing this, "Why don't you hurry up! Mom, tomorrow morning, go to my wife to buy a box of big eight-piece gift boxes, we have to thank them."

"Well, I'll get up tomorrow morning." Tang Zhang clutched money into the raised clothes and said with a smile: "If you want to say that, this must be a promising job. The salary of 120 cents a day is also in charge of three meals. How much does it cost? Even the "plywood plum" at the entrance of the village is responsible for plastering the slamming board cannot get the wages! You, the head of the family, are still worried about the wages for treating the mackerel. Now, your son will solve your worries right now."

"It may not be that A Chenggong is really worth the wage! This is Mr. Yan who takes care of us. We cannot repay the affection, but we must remember the affection that should be read clearly." After talking about the Tang Zhang family, Tang Shuan turned to Tang Que and said, "Cheng, it is also necessary to ask you to help me just because of the master and apprenticeship. Not to mention that people have given such a high wage, you should work hard when you should help, and you should endure hard when you should endure hard. You must not have the intention to avoid cheating and be sloppy. In addition, you should also study hard."

"Dad, I know, don't worry," Tang Que helped sweep the remaining copper coins into the clothes that Tang Zhang had packed up. Looking at the happy face of his mother, he was very happy. "Dad, I saw that someone in the village has already opened a sickle in the past two days, so our family has to start, right? I have to do it. Don't be too tired of yourself, just hire two more maids to help. I'll have enough money for this day." Speaking of this, Tang Que said to Tang Zhang in the inner world: "Mom, you'll cut some meat by the way. After you open a sickle, you'll have to work hard. It's not okay if you eat badly."

"Remember, your father wants to eat mutton soup, but sometimes, I will buy a pair tomorrow." With this money, the troubles of the Tang Zhang family have been wiped out these days, and they agreed very simply.

As soon as the day of sickle blooms, the whole village is in a bustling scene. The villagers come to take care of their work and come out of the mountains with the stars every day and return under the moon. The rural people have endless hardships in their lives.

Tang Que's life did not change because of the sickle and wheat harvest. He still lived a life similar to that of the "office workers" in the Du Widow's House. Sometimes, when Du Widow went out because of the busy farming, he did not go home. He continued to study "Wenxuan" in the study and practiced calligraphy. His life was peaceful and happy.

Tang Shuan's prediction of watching the wind and air on the vernal equinox was surprisingly accurate. This year was indeed a rare year of wheat harvest. The widow was still free at the beginning of the sickle. The harvesting matters in her own fields were trusted by the head of the village. This was all the elderly who had been using for many years, and she didn't need to worry about it. However, in the late stage of wheat harvesting, when the tenants started paying rent, she began to get busy. From the quality of the wheat, dry and wet, to the weighing and warehousing of the wheat, she was all done by herself, and she looked much haggard.

This was a dark clouds covering the sun. The rain that had not yet fallen for a few days has been accumulated until today. After noon, the sky began to become gloomy. Then the dark clouds piled up more and more, and the piles became thicker and thicker. Seeing that there were still two or three hours before dusk, the whole sky was already dark as if it was night.

"I am so confused that I am so deceased. Alas, I am so auspicious at the time! The phoenix birds are lying on the shore, and the owls are flying..." When Tang Que was reciting Jia Yi's famous work "The Fu of Qu Yuan" in the study, a tired-looking poisonous widow walked into the study. After entering, she didn't say anything. She just found a bench and sat down to rest, while listening to Tang Que's recitation.

Tang Que smiled and greeted the poisonous widow, and he didn't stop until he finished reciting the entire fu article. He put down the book and stood up and poured a glass of water. "Have you collected all the rent sent today?" As he said, he handed over the teacup.

"It's going to rain heavily. No one will come today. Orchid is watching over there. I'll take a rest." The poisonous widow took the water and drank it in one breath, whispered while pounding her legs: "Look at the darkness in the study. If you want to read a book, you should light a candlestick. How can you break your eyes? ".

Tang Que smiled and took the teacup she drank, "That won't be."

"When I was in my mother's house, I often went to the temple to listen to the "subterritorial lectures". The monks on the stage liked to talk about the things that were not only talented men and beautiful women, but also scholars in ancient times. I still remember that monks often said that there was a man named Ni Kuan in the Western Han Dynasty. He said that when he was studying in the Imperial Academy, because his family was too poor and his expenses were difficult, he relied on cooking for his classmates, and even did farm work for others. The monk said that he "bringed scriptures and hoeed them, and read them when he was resting." Later, when Emperor Wu of Han, he became a high-ranking official of the censor; and there was also a "drilling a wall to borrow light" to study later.

Prime Minister. The most interesting thing is that he was a man from the Southern Qi Dynasty. He was also poor at home. He worked during the day and studied at night. In order to save money on lamps and gas, he followed the moonlight to read books on the roof when there was a moonlight, and later became a high-ranking official. Speaking of the scene of visiting temple fairs at his parents' home in the past, the poisonous widow rarely showed a trace of the childish attitude on his face. "Looking at the difficult appearance of the children next door around his parents' home, I didn't believe in those 'vulgar's words', but after seeing you during this period, I felt that what the monks said should be true."

"This is really true. The man from Southern Qi is Jiang Mi. He is a famous person who has a biography in "The Book of Southern Qi". Historical records that he "holds the scroll to the house with the moonlight" and Ni Kuan and Kuang Heng in front of him are also real people." Seeing that the poisonous widow was really thirsty, Tang Que poured him a teacup of water, "I'm not determined to learn from them, but it's nothing to do if I don't study. The village is too small and I can't find a place to play. It's better to read and pass the time."

Tang Que handed over the teacup as he spoke. Just as the poisonous widow reached out to pick it up, a thunderclap suddenly sounded outside the window. After being shocked, the teacup that the poisonous widow had just received fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

The weather outside was filled with clouds and rain for several days. After the thunder began, there were a series of "Kala" explosions. With the thunder, there were lightning like golden dragons exploring their claws. The sky was getting more and more gloomy. The dark scene outside seemed to be like the sky was about to collapse.

When the first thunder sounded, the poisonous widow was so scared that she threw away the teacup. Seeing Kalala's lightning blew over the yard outside the door, her face suddenly turned pale. As another string of lightning struck, the trembling poisonous widow could no longer bear it and hugged Tang Que, who had picked up the teacup fragments, in frightened.

Seeing that the poisonous widow who was so straightforward in front of the shopkeepers was hiding in his arms like a kitten, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, Tang Que couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Unexpectedly, this woman who had always been strong would be afraid of thunder, and to this extent.

At this moment, Tang Que was unable to move, so he could only twist his body and put the pieces of the teacup in his hand on the desk aside. Before he could put it in place, he heard a series of thunders swelling in the sky outside. The lightning of the thunder was urgent and dense, as if a telescreen was hanging in the sky.

Amid the thunderous thunder, the poisonous widow sitting on the stool screamed "ah" and jumped up like a spring. Her hands, which were originally holding her waist, climbed up Tang Que's neck, and buried her head tightly in Tang Que's shoulder.

Tang Que was already unable to stand firmly when he twisted his body. The poisonous widow suddenly rushed up and threw him to the ground with too much power.

Finally, he quickly got his hands and took the books on the side to put on the ground. However, as soon as he fell to the ground, a warm body was pressed on his body, but the poisonous widow also fell down.

After the two fell to the ground and looked at each other for a moment, Tang Que was about to hold the poisonous widow up when he saw the poisonous widow with fear in his eyes stunned, and suddenly hugged his head tightly. The next moment, her lips, which were shaped like "Tender Wu Jiao", were touched with a delicate and erotic look.
Chapter completed!