Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3382 Who is he!
Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo looked at each other, and they shook their heads at the same time.

"I haven't seen it before." Yang Ruoqing said.

Zuo Junmo added: "This is the first time I came to thank you, but I missed it. I am so sorry."

Wang Xiucai thought for a while, and said to Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo: "You two, please go to a place with me."

……

Wang Xiucai brought Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo to a hanging flower gate.

Then he pointed to the hanging flower door in front of him and said, "Please, both of you."

The two entered the Hanging Flower Gate, and both Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo were amazed by the sight in front of them.

Compared with the rough stone wall and torch-style bandit cottage style in front, the courtyard in the backyard hanging flower gate seems to have moved the entire Jiangnan water town here.

Entering the door is a screen wall, on which there is a huge relief painting. At first glance, it looks like a picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.

Bypassing the screen wall, there are two long verandahs with carved railings and painted buildings.

Step on it and move forward step by step, the contact between the sole and the thick wooden board creates a warm and solid feeling.

The open space in the middle of the corridor is full of bamboos, mahogany, and emerald bamboos, interspersed with each other, and yellow wintersweet flowers are dotted among them, budding.

Let the eyes that are slightly cloudy after drinking alcohol suddenly open up and clear.

"This way please, watch out for the steps."

Wang Xiucai, who was leading the way, reminded.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and followed Wang Xiucai inside while admiring the elegant scenery.

After passing a crescent-shaped small artificial lake, we passed through a plum grove. The plum trees were covered with colorful lanterns, illuminating the place like daytime.

Behind Merlin's shadow, stood three rooms side by side.

White walls and blue tiles, the eaves spread their wings like the wings of an eagle.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a good place here, elegant and tasteful..." Yang Ruoqing praised.

Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly, "Xiaoyao...Ge?"

"Second Brother Wang, is this the courtyard of Pavilion Master Xiaoyao?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Wang Xiucai nodded.

"Every plant and tree here, every plum tree and bamboo, and every tile on this roof were all selected and planted by our Xiaoyao Pavilion Master."

"When the village owner went back to his hometown to visit relatives a few years ago, he asked us to take care of these flowers and plants. Please, please."

After following Wang Xiucai into the house, the furnishings in the house conveyed to Yang Ruoqing the feeling that the owner of Xiaoyao Village should be very young, and his family education and taste have been good since childhood.

The things used seem to be casual, but luxurious in a low-key way.

"Take a look here, both of you." Wang Xiucai took out a picture scroll from a porcelain vase on the desk, and slowly spread it out on the desk.

Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo came to the desk together, bent down, and looked at the scroll in front of them.

On the scroll, there is a little boy, about eight or nine years old, standing under the plum tree and looking up at the plum blossoms on the branches.

Wearing a black cloak, wearing a pair of black deerskin boots, with his hands behind his back, holding a plum blossom between his fingers.

Although it's just a sideways painting, it can be seen that the child's legs are very slender and his figure is perfectly proportioned.

The curve of the side face and the facial features are handsome and masculine. When he grows up, he is definitely an extraordinary man!

But Yang Ruoqing was shocked the first time she saw the child's picture scroll.

It was like seeing a miniature version of Luo Fengtang!

She couldn't help stretching out her trembling hand, wanting to touch the child on the scroll, but Wang Xiucai blocked it first.

"Miss Yang, just take a look and don't touch it randomly. This is the portrait of our village master!" Wang Xiucai said nervously.

The village master is a very complicated person, sometimes he is very childish, sometimes he is young and mature, and his thoughts are deeper than those of adults.

Sometimes the village owner has thunderous means and is ruthless in the face of opponents, but sometimes, the village owner is full of spring breeze.

Sometimes arrogant, sometimes stern, sometimes funny and smug.

When the plum blossoms first bloomed, the village owner picked a few people who had studied in the village to paint him, and finally chose the most satisfying picture and kept it, and no one was allowed to touch it.

"Brother Wang, what are you talking about? This little boy is the master of your Xiaoyao village?"

Zuo Junmo also asked in disbelief.

Yang Ruoqing was also stunned.

Wang Xiucai smiled and said: "Yes, our village master is the person on the picture scroll. Although he looks young, our village master is not a simple person. You must not look at it from the perspective of a child. look at him..."

Yang Ruoqing asked excitedly: "That night in Baidi Valley, could it be that the little boy who was with you was the owner of your village?"

Wang Xiucai nodded, "That night, our village owner personally took us down the mountain to the river to encircle He Lao Liu and the others. Because He Lao Liu broke the rules and wantonly killed and tortured innocent women and children, our village owner has long been unhappy with him!"

"Hahaha……"

Yang Ruoqing was so excited that she laughed, but she couldn't stop her tears.

She took Zuo Junmo's hand, and was so happy that she was incoherent: "Brother Zuo, did you hear that? It's Chen'er, it's Chen'er, it's my son!"

The moment Zuo Junmo saw the picture scroll, he almost knew it in his heart.

Xiaoyao Zhaizhu followed Brother Fengtang, who was carved out of the same mold, not only the facial features, but also the temperament.

Zuo Junmo also held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly, "It should be!"

Here, Wang Xiucai looked at the two people excitedly, looked at Zuo Junmo again, and said, "Excuse me, our village master is really your son who has been separated for seven years?"

"However, your son is less than seven years old, and our village master's height is more than seven years old,"

"Although he refuses to say it himself, he looks like he is nine years old."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to wipe her tears, and said with a smile: "Chen'er's height should be like his father's, it's not uncommon for him to be taller than children of the same age."

"There is also a twin sister at home, and my daughter is half a head taller than children of the same age!" she said.

Wang Xiucai looked at Zuo Junmo again, "However, our village master's appearance and facial features are not at all similar to Zuo Zhuang's master. Why do you dare to be sure that it is your son after seeing the scroll?"

Yang Ruoqing also glanced at Zuo Junmo, not knowing what to say, because Zuo Junmo himself said earlier that they were husband and wife.

Although she didn't know why he said that, but in front of others, she couldn't directly expose Zuo Junmo's words.

What's more, she believed in Zuo Junmo, since he said so, there was a reason for him to say so.

People gave up the Chinese New Year, and they had to accompany him to find his son through mountains and rivers. This kind of kindness is not something ordinary people can do.

"To be honest, Brother Wang, I'm actually very happy that Qing'er is a sworn brother and sister. For the convenience of traveling outside, I just said that she is my wife, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

To Yang Ruoqing's surprise, Zuo Junmo took the initiative to confess to Wang Xiucai here.

"I'm here to accompany her to find her son. Her son is my godson."

"The facial features, appearance and demeanor of the village master on this picture scroll are exactly the same as my brother-in-law. I, Zuo Junmo, never make a bet easily, but this time, I dare to bet with 1 taels of gold that the village master of Xiaoyao is Qinger's." son!"

(End of this chapter)