Liuyang Village.

Someone acted as a guarantee, and the tense atmosphere that hung over Zhuangzi like a dark cloud finally dissipated.

Life is already difficult, but who would be willing to risk their lives so easily?

Chu Xinggu walked through the crowd, walked to Xiang Yi and saluted, and was helped up by her.

Compared to Tan Jian and Yang Zhen's excitement after the disaster, her expression was still not that obvious. Apart from thanking Chu Xinggu, she also asked her how she was doing here.

She never had any airs, but Chu Xinggu still politely talked to her about the current situation, greeted her again, and finally said a few words.

"The people in Liuyangzhuang are not desperate gangsters, they are also forced to have no choice by those aristocratic families who lowered prices to farm their fields."

Xiang Yi nodded and thought for a few breaths.

Tan Ting saw her lowering her head slightly and was thinking about what she was thinking when he saw her suddenly turn around and walk towards him.

Inexplicably, Tan Ting's eyelids twitched.

He watched her walk up to him and stopped a step away from him.

Her voice was soft, but when it fell in Tan Ting's ears, his heart that could not stop beating suddenly stopped.

She bowed her head and saluted him.

"I made my own decision this time, please don't blame me. But since you have made such a promise, you must not let down these villagers."

After she finished speaking, she finally raised her head and looked at him.

Tan Ting understood what she meant in an instant.

In her eyes, everything he did today was just an expedient in this windy and snowy day, right?

After all, he is the eldest son of an aristocratic family, and he is different from common people like them and her.

Therefore, she was a little unsure whether he would really keep his promise.

How could Tan Ting not keep his promise, but as his wife, she was not very sure.

The wind and snow whipped people, a little harder.

Tan Ting pursed his lips and looked at her for a few breaths, and she returned to her bowed and silent look.

He turned around and threw the sword aside, then walked up to the villagers.

Putting down his sword, he stepped forward calmly, and everyone looked at him.

Tan Ting spoke.

"Thanks to everyone's trust, I am willing to turn our hostility into friendship with the Tan family. This year's cold winter is difficult. If you don't mind, you can rent the fields to the Tan family in Qingkan."

He said, looking at everyone.

"The land rental price only needs to be based on the average price in previous years. Tan will pay the rental fee in advance for you to spend the winter. As for the lease year, it can be three years, two years, one year or even half a year. What do you think? "

As soon as these words came out, the entire Liuyang Village became silent.

Different from buying and selling land, after the lease period, the fields are still their own. They just need to hand over the produce in the fields to the Tan family in recent years, and the Tan family can pay the winter money in advance. In this year, it is simply The solution they dream of!

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to make up their minds, and finally they saw the leader.

Lao Li has never seen such a good thing in his whole life. It's already good enough that the family can farm their fields without lowering prices. How could they possibly help them?

He walked tremblingly in front of Tan Ting, bent down and saluted, and was lifted up by Tan Ting.

Tan Ting saw his hesitation, "Don't worry, old man, Tan will keep his word."

The old man almost burst into tears. He wanted to salute Tan Ting again, but Tan Ting stopped him again.

He looked steadily at the eldest son of a wealthy family in front of him, then turned around with his old body and shouted loudly.

"It's true! We, Liuyang Village, can be saved!"

We can be saved, Liuyang Village can be saved, and they don't have to be forced to sell their land.

They, who have been farmers for generations, can keep their own land in their hands!

When Lao Lichang finished speaking, everyone in Liuyang Village cheered.

Tan Ting was afraid that someone would still not believe him so much, so he asked someone to bring him a pen and ink.

Then he lifted the pen from his arm and wrote down what he had just said in black and white on the paper one by one, and handed it into the hands of the old man.

The old lieutenant held the piece of paper, his hands trembling, and thanked him again and again together with everyone in Liuyang Village.

This time, even Zhang Bingyong put down his sword and gun and came up to ask, "Can I, my family do it too?"

Tan Ting didn't need to ask, Tan Jian stepped forward and responded, "Of course you can!"

There was no longer any suffocation in Zhuangzi. gas.

Tan Ting left all the rest to Tan Jian. He said no more, turned around and walked back.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, his wife still stood quietly, but this time her eyes followed his footsteps.

Tan Ting walked to her side and paused.

Putting aside the noise around them, there was silence between the two of them.

Tan Ting spoke in a low voice.

"What I did today was not just a matter of expediency," he said, glancing at her.

"No matter when I make a promise, I will never break it easily."

Xiang Yi raised his eyes and looked at him.

But he pursed his lips and walked away in silence without further disturbance.

...

Tan Ting and his party still temporarily stayed in Liuyang Village.

After the second encounter with swords and guns, someone else was injured or the previous wound was opened.

This time, Tan Jian was fine. He just thought of his elder brother and trotted to the main room with the herbs.

Xiang Yi was in front of the door instructing Qiao Yun about spending the night when Tan Jian came up and asked her.

"Sister-in-law, I just saw that the wound on the back of eldest brother's hand was torn open and there was a lot of blood. Sister-in-law, could you please give me some more medicine?"

Xiang Yi didn't pay attention. He said hello and took Tan. Jian ordered herbal medicine and ordered Qiao Yun to pour hot water before entering the room.

Qiao Yun poured the hot water and went out. Only Xiang Yi and Tan Ting were left in the room.

Xiang Yi glanced at the man sitting on the porch, borrowing an abacus to calculate this year's harvest in the Qingzhou Qingkan area. Sure enough, the injury on his right hand had split open again, dyeing the sleeve dark.

She didn't see the injury, so he didn't mention it, sitting silently under the window and counting.

The villagers' houses were deserted.

As soon as Xiang Yi's gaze fell, Tan Ting noticed it.

He wrote down the number he had just calculated, and when he saw her, he only looked at her gently with his peripheral vision, and then took it back.

He wouldn't be like Tan Jian, who would cry and scream when he was slightly injured, asking a group of people to surround him and look at the injury...

If she refused to pay attention to him, he would naturally not say much. What.

Tan Ting finished his calculations and was silently ready to continue counting.

But just as he made a move, the man looking at him spoke softly.

"Do you want to treat the uncle's wound again?"

she asked him.

Tan Ting felt inexplicably that if he said no, she would not come forward.

But if he said he needed it, why was he silent for a while?

He pressed the corners of his lips and didn't want to speak.

It's just that he didn't speak, and she didn't say much. The two were silent for a few breaths, and Tan Ting finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Yeah."

He said this, and she stepped forward.

She treated people's wounds very neatly, and Tan Ting was not worried at all.

She lowered her head, and a few strands of hair on her temples fell down, gently brushing against her fair ears.

She seemed to be more careful than before, and when she needed to touch his wound gently, she moved very lightly.

As Tan Ting watched, the suffocation in his heart slowly dissipated, and his mood softened again.

But when her cool fingertips touched the edge of his wound, Tan Ting's heart skipped a beat.

This afternoon, when she was confronting the villagers outside, the scene when she slowly stepped forward and asked for someone to be a guarantee emerged in front of her eyes.

The heartbeat at this moment seems to be a continuation of that time.

Tan Ting seemed to hear Dong Dong Dong's voice.

Her fingertips were still touching his arm, feeling cool. Tan Ting's eyes fell on her face unconsciously and couldn't move away.

I don't know how long it took until she pulled up the broken hair by her ears and whispered.

"That's enough."

Tan Ting came back to his senses.

She had left with the remaining herbs.

Only then did he realize that he had just lost his mind.

The man lowered his eyes and rubbed his forehead silently.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, how could he be in a daze like his useless brother...

When it was time to go to bed at night, Xiang Yizhao usually slept on the outside edge, and Tan Ting spoke.

"The villagers' wing is cold, so you can sleep in it."

She blinked and looked at him for a moment before falling asleep inside.

The villagers' wing was cold and the beds were narrow.

Unlike when they were at Tan's house in Qingkan, there was always a gap between the two of them. When sleeping on the narrow bed here, Xiang Yi's arm would stick to Tan Ting's arm.

As soon as Tan Ting lay down, she stepped back inward as if she was not used to it.

But on this narrow bed, even if she retreated, she still had to touch his arm.

She had no choice but to stop moving and closed her eyes.

Tan Ting quietly looked at her with his peripheral vision for a few breaths, and then closed his eyes with her.

Under the quilt, the cold arm that she had to lean over gently pressed against his warm arm. Gradually, the coolness on one side dissipated, but the warmth on the other side continued.

Xiang Yi's arms gradually became warmer.

Tan Ting felt the exchange of warmth between the two and noticed her changes.

Maybe the relationship between him and her will gradually warm up in the future...

Thinking of this, the man's heart beat a little inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he didn't notice it and kept his mouth shut quietly. Open your eyes and sleep with the person next to you.

The next day, Tan Ting and his party left Liuyangzhuang and finally returned to Tan's house in Qingkan.

Seeing that they had just come back after a night, Mrs. Zhao asked several questions.

Tan Jian and Yang Zhen both stepped forward and told them about the dangerous things they had experienced.

Mrs. Zhao turned pale with fright.

Tan Ting quickly stopped the two people and said, "Why scare mother again. Mother doesn't have to worry. Those villagers didn't mean to harm anyone. We have returned safely."

But Zhao still felt sad.

"That's what I say, but if these common people hadn't met our Tan family, would they have really risked their lives? It's really scary!"

Tan Ting couldn't help but think of the rough number calculated last night.

It's cold this year, not only in Liuyangzhuang, but also in the Qingzhou and Qingkan areas. The entire government and the public are having a hard time.

It’s just that the aristocratic families are not short of food and drink. If they really take the opportunity to press hard on the common people, things like what happened in Liuyang Village will happen again.

Tan Ting secretly felt that he should give a warning to all the clans and report to the imperial court to supervise the matter.

But at the moment, I couldn't talk to Zhao, so I just said a few words of comfort.

Mrs. Zhao had been having a headache for several days. When she saw Xiang Yi coming back, she quickly handed all the middle feeders back to her and waved her hand to go back to the inner room to rest.

But as soon as Xiang Yicai brought Zhong Fu back, someone hurriedly came to see him.

Xiang Yi saw the person coming, it was Tan Rong's mother-in-law, and then Xiang Yi knew that Tan Rong had gone to the farm.

As soon as the woman spoke, Xiang Yi couldn't help but frown.

"...That man is not a brash man, he is a scholar. He wanted to stay for a while, but he was afraid that his reputation with the girl would be affected, so he specifically mentioned that he wanted to explain it to the wife who was hosting the ceremony. "The girl sent the old slave over."

Xiang Yi felt slightly relieved after hearing this.

"Do you know what this person's name is?"

The mother-in-law opened her mouth to reply, but she forgot what she said.

"Oh, my memory is so bad that I forgot my name! Madam, don't be surprised, I only remember my last name."

"What's your last name?"

"Back to Madam, that person's surname is Sheng."

The word "Sheng" says Dexiang Yi's eyelids twitched.

But she didn't make any move and thought for a moment.

"The New Year is approaching, and the road may not be peaceful. It's natural for this person to stay overnight, but I'll go with you and take the girl back to the house."

Mrs. Xiang's family director has always had her own opinions, and even the old lady doesn't interfere. , the mother-in-law didn’t think there was anything strange, and she responded continuously.

Tan Ting just went to the Yamen to discuss with the county magistrate the matter of various ethnic groups' farming.

Xiang Yi simply took care of a few urgent matters, then changed his clothes and went with his mother-in-law.

There are many farmsteads in the Tan family, and the farm where Tan Rong lives temporarily is considered to be the best location in the Tan family. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a villa.

When Xiang Yi arrived, Tan Rong sneezed a few times and was in the room asking people to burn more braziers, drinking hot tea and warming herself by the stove.

When I saw her coming in person, I was surprised.

"Why are you here, sister-in-law? It's just a trivial matter."

Xiang Yi laughed, said that the road was not peaceful, and told in a few words what happened in Liuyang Village.

Tan Rong was startled, secretly glad that she didn't go with him at that time, and now she no longer wondered why Xiang Yi came in person.

Only then did the two of them talk about the tiger-fighting hero Mr. Sheng who stayed at Zhuangzi.

Xiang Yi said, "Since I'm here, I'll go see Mr. Sheng, and I'll show my friendship as a landlord."

After hearing this, Tan Rong wanted to go with her.

Xiang Yi glanced at her, but as soon as Tan Rong got up, she sneezed twice in succession.

"Did the cold wind blow in, little sister? In that case, there is no need to go with me. You can stay in the room to warm yourself by the fire. I will be back in a moment."

"I..."

Tan Rong wanted to go, but as soon as she spoke, she sneezed again.

She quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

If I were in front of Mr. Sheng and sneezed so rudely, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Tan Rong had no choice but to stay.

Xiang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Mr. Sheng, Tan Rong arranged him in a spacious courtyard not far from her.

When Xiang Yi arrived, he only saw the young man Qiu Ying in the courtyard.

She didn't recognize the boy, so she didn't say much. Instead, Qiuying saw her, blinked quickly, and led her into the hall.

Xiang Yi thought for a moment and quickly entered the hall without letting anyone follow him.

But the hall was quiet, and no one was seen for a while.

She frowned slightly.

But the next breath, footsteps sounded from the inner room.

The dark wind in the room seemed to surge, and a familiar voice came from behind the half-draped and half-rolled brocade curtain -

"Yizhen, it's me."

Xiang Yi looked up and saw someone walking slowly as the brocade curtain moved. out.

The man was wearing an autumn-colored brocade robe embroidered with lotus patterns. He had a long body and a handsome face with a usual smile. After calling Xiang Yi's maiden name, he looked over with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his gaze was fixed on her. body.

Xiang Yi opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but take two steps forward.

"Brother!"