Chapter 421 Peach Branch

Although it was dry in the winter, the peach blossom under the eaves did not lose a little weight, and it looked fresh and delicate against a few tender leaf buds. Lin Jinrong stood in the porch and threw a grain of fried beans with sugar in his hand to smash Lu Yan, who was enjoying the flowers: "Be careful, and you still have time to enjoy the flowers. I heard that a university scholar, his mother's funeral, was guilty of writing a poem to enjoy flowers.

Lu Yan smiled and turned around: "I don't make sour poems." He silently looked at Lin Jinrong with a smile on his face: "But it's okay to make words for you."

Flowers are full of branches. He is dressed in plain clothes and smiles a little better than flowers. Lin Jinrong's heart beat slowly and smiled, "Does my concubine spread paper for Lang Jun's ink?"

Lu Yan smiled and said, "Okay."

The two were about to go to the room when they saw Cherry coming in with a food box and said with a pale face, "Second master, grandma, Chang'an is back."

The two of them were worried about Lu Lun all the time. At this moment, when they suddenly heard his news, they were a little excited. Looking at Cherry's expression, they were a little empty and faintly afraid. Lin Jinrong squeezed his lips and heard Cherry say in his ear, "...I brought back a jar... The second master was not allowed to enter the door, saying that he was no longer a descendant of the Lu family, and the second wife had fainted."

Can't you escape after all? Lin Jinrong looked straight at the most beautiful peach blossoms. The flowers are extremely beautiful, but they really haven't been seen for a few years. Lu Yan said something to her very quickly. She didn't hear it clearly, but when she saw Lu Yan walking out quickly, she still subconsciously thought: He went out to settle Lu Lun.

Lin Jinrong leaned on the porch and silently looked at the bright peach blossoms of the tree, and saw the evening from the afternoon. The last trace of red fell on the day. Yilang, who had slept for half a day, woke up and shouted "Mother" Yiyi. She woke up. He got up with a smile and went into the room to pick up Yilang and whispered, "Has Yilang slept enough?"

She thought she would shed tears, but in fact, when she really got the news. She didn't shed a single tear, but she was a little confused.

When it was dark, there was a cold wind outside. Lu Yan stepped into the room against the steep spring cold and saw Lin Jinrong sitting alone under the lamp and drawing a peach blossom. The pink flower bones are blooming tremblingly on the branches. She dipped the tip of the pen full of pink paint, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers and peach blossoms, with a light and bitter astringent taste.

"Arong." Lu Yan looked at Lin Jinrong's slender back and couldn't help reaching out and holding her tightly in his arms.

"He is my brother, the same relative as Shenzhi. He was one of the best people to treat me in the world. Lin Jinrong leaned his head softly against Lu Yan's chest, and his hand hung down weakly. The pencil full of paint fell on the jade-like moist rice paper, and a flower bloomed to the extreme, but fell from the branches.

Lu Yan sighed and wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything. He could only concentrate on holding her in his arms and kissing her carefully. Lin Jinrong opened his eyes wide, "This is fate." She turned around, hugged Lu Yan's waist, and raised her head. His eyes were as clear as water: "Erlang, I can't bear to part with you and Yilang."

Lu Yan's heart moved slightly, and a kiss fell on her eyes. He whispered, "We won't be separated. I will always be with you."

Lin Jinrong just looked up at his white jade-like plain face. Look at him quietly. Her eyes were full of tenderness that he had never seen before. She took his hand and put it on her heart: "Do you know?" She once hated him and hated him very much. She was just reluctant to die again, otherwise she would rather die than marry him again this time.

Lu Yan didn't know that he only knew that her body temperature and fragrance were transmitted to his palm through the clothes, and from his palm to his blood to his heart, beating like the blood in his body, unable to distinguish you from me. The heartbeat felt by the palm is sometimes absent, very fragile. He has never seen such a fragile Lin Jinrong. He thought he must answer, "I know."

He doesn't know. Lin Jinrong was a little sour. He reached out and gently touched his face and said with a smile, "I don't want to know how he went." So don't tell her. The taste of death chews too much, which makes people hurt the liver and sad, and destroys the lungs and destroys the soul.

Lu Yan was silent for a moment and said, "I found a good place for him."

"Where's Chang'an?"

"It's gone."

"It's time to go." Lin Jinrong put his hand around Lu Yan's neck and whispered, "Erlang, you take me to bed. I'm tired."

Her eyes were shining, and it turned out to be as charming and soft as ever before, and her voice was even more delicate and soft. Lu Yan was hooked and her heart was beating wildly. He knew that she was sad and wanted to seek comfort, but he couldn't. He just turned his head slightly and didn't look at her. He took two *, kissed her gently on the forehead and said gently, "Go to sleep. I'm watching."

Lin Jinrong looked at him and smiled suddenly: "Do you see it? I drew a beautiful peach blossom, and I have never painted such a beautiful flower in my life. I'm afraid you're too late."

Lu Yanshi admitted on the ground: "I've never seen you draw, and I'm surprised to see you today." There are many women who can draw, but most of them are ingenious, rigid and neat, and lack of ingenuity. Lin Jinrong occasionally does things, which can always amaze him.

Lin Jinrong smiled faintly: "It's not the same as spliting tea. When you are old in the future, you should remember that I also drew such a peach blossom when I was young, and few people can reach it. Before Lu Yan could react, he yawned and turned his face to the inside: "Go and rest and help me turn off the light by the way."

Are you afraid that you will be like Lu Jianxin in the future? Lu Yan stood up, quietly watched Lin Jinrong's back film, and gently blew the lamp. Lin Jinrong lay on ** and heard him whisper to Cherry outside: "Be careful. If grandma is not feeling well, call me."

Lin Jinrong heard his footsteps and went to the next door, dripping two tears. God! thieves!

In the spring of this year, there was not a drop of rain. Every time I saw dark clouds gathering on the top and a cold wind blew, everyone waited for it. When it rained, it was blown away by a gust of wind for a while, revealing the gray sky again.

Lin Jinrong and Lu Yan sat in the ox cart and passed by the road next to the wheat field. They saw that the green and jade-like wheat field in the past has now become golden dead grass. An old farmer sat on the edge of the field in despair and cried bitterly. There has been an incident of water grabbing and fighting for human life. This weather really makes people who rely on the sky to eat despair.

Lin Jinrong is the most common in the field, the rice to be planted in the field, waiting for the Tianhe water between April and May, waiting for that day, the river of Haohao soup pouring down, and then bringing the hope of wealth to Pingzhou City.

Ma Zhuangtou squatted next to the newly drilled well, picked up a bucket of clear drinking cattle with his own hands, and said with a smile, "The owner is willing to spend money to drill the well. It is convenient for tenants to use water, but is this ditch dug earlier? When the water of Tianhe comes, it will block the ditch.

What if Tianhe water didn't come when it should come, and what if it shouldn't come? Lin Jinrong asked Ma Zhuangtou, "I've heard that I'm afraid it will continue to be dry. If it doesn't rain, is there still Tianhe water?"

Ma Zhuangtou was stunned and said, "These wells drilled by the owner have worked. At worst, we will change to sorghum like that year. That thing is drought-resistant and waterlogging-resistant. It's almost enough to have some more beans. In case of emergency, let's raise fewer seedlings this year, and we can save a little bit.

Lin Jinrong thought about it carefully for a long time and said, "You must take good care of the wells and ditches. If the weather has been bad, you may have to rely on this. But if you can eat more food, it is a good thing not to make everyone hungry. I don't know anything about farming, so I have to ask Ma Zhuangtou.

Ma Zhuangtou quickly got up and saluted: "This is a small job."

This year, as Lin Jinrong remembers, it has not fallen when it should rain. The sun seems to have taken root in the sky. The Zhujiang River has also opened a sluice to release water, but it was cut off halfway. The farmers swayed their hoes to grab water, dug canals and destroy the road, hoping that a Save those poor seedlings and save your own livelihood for a year. But God can't see the suffering in the world. It's finally raining, and it's just a matter of soaking the land.

Ma Zhuangtou calmly directed the tenants to replant sorghum and beans, and planted rice as usual in places where they were not afraid of drought and floods, but all experienced people also changed the seeds. Needless to say, the Lu and Lin families are all in this way.

In the autumn of this year, starting with a heavy rain of white flowers, countless fields and crops and the Pingzhou city walls that have stood for many years are all soaked in the endless rain. At this time, the destroyed channel was fully exposed to the frightening destructive power. The flood lost the guidance of the ditch, just like a wild horse without bris, and the growers in Pingzhou wanted to cry but had no tears. Not all the fields and villages have been affected by the disaster. There is always a unique good land for drought and flood protection, but everyone has suffered God's great loss, and only one or two or two of the crops are harvested. Lin Jinrong was the first to give the order, and this year's rent was completely free.

When the news spread, the Lu family, the Lin family and the Wu family all had different degrees of relief, but Lu Jianxin was very unhappy. Such a big thing, why doesn't her little daughter-in-law make her own decision without telling her elders? Even if it is rent-free, it is up to him to be the first person in this matter. This daughter-in-law looks the most disciplined, but in fact, she is the least disciplined! However, he couldn't say this, so he could only be depressed in his heart, waiting for an opportunity to teach Lin Jinrong a lesson.

Lu Yan is the most **, and he has to persuade Lin Jinrong: "Don't do such a limelight thing next time. You won't lose if you discuss it with your elders first."

Lin Jinrong smiled and said, "What if he refuses? My land, I want to be exempted by myself. What does it have to do with him? Next year, she will have more things to do. If she asks for instructions and obeys, she can do nothing.

Lu Yan didn't say anything.

Lin Jinrong pulled his sleeve and acted coquettishly: "Will Erlang protect me?"

Lu Yan was silent for a moment, looked at Yilang running all over the ground, rubbed his wife's hair, and whispered, "Yes."

In the wind and rain, Master Lu's Xiaoxiang was full. The whole family paid tribute, crying and mourning.

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Someone has a disease. When he opens the document, he will be crazy, and then update it today in order to take time to get a haircut. ( To be continued)