I have made a fortune by farming

Chapter 307 Big Brother
Mingming Song Ying had a respectful attitude from the younger generation, but Huo Zhaoyuan didn't know why, but felt that this was getting more and more blocked.

Even a little angry.

"I have a small courtyard with the temple, and you live with me...in the same courtyard." Huo Zhaoyuan's voice was a little stiff, "It's just a small miscellaneous room next door. I'll have someone clean it up. There is also a kitchen in the courtyard for your use. "

In addition to the kitchen, there are many rooms in the courtyard, but Huo Sixiang and some of his confidantes and cooks also need a place to live. There is only one house that no one lives in. She is not allowed to live in the utility room. Let Huo Sixiang give up a room to her?
Anyway, she is a rich lady, and the utility room is cleaner than the house where the man lived.

How could Song Ying dislike it?
"Thank you, sir!" Song Ying said hastily.

After saying this, Huo Zhaoyuan felt a little more relieved: "From now on, I'll just call him that, always call him Uncle, and it won't do you any good to spread the word."

"Naturally, it's not easy to be a relative of an adult." Song Ying immediately flattered her.

Huo Zhaoyuan's heart twitched, wanting to beat someone up.

Before, I thought Miss Song was gentle and gentle, why do I feel that she is a bit skinny now?
Stamping her feet, she took a serious look at her, and found that Song Ying's eyes were looking around all the time, seeming to be quite strange about everything around her. Thinking about it again, Miss Song is only seventeen or eighteen years old now, young and lively. It's normal at all.

It's just that the feeling he gave him has changed a lot, and he is completely different from the time in Beijing.

Seeing it from a distance in the capital, one can tell that Ms. Song is a bit cramped, she is timid and humble, but now this...

Fickle and complex.

"Have Miss Song seen evil spirits?" Huo Zhaoyuan asked.

"No." Song Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she said without any flaws.

"I think so too. If there is really evil in the world, how can it be safe for so many years? When the Buddha's meeting starts, don't be nervous. If there is such a dirty and weird thing, I can't hurt you even if I'm around. "Huo Zhaoyuan said again.

Song Ying pursed her lips: "Thank you, Uncle."

Huo Zhaoyuan frowned, glared at her, turned his head and left, Song Ying had nowhere to go, so naturally she followed, and had to go to identify the door.

As for Dabai, there was someone to take care of him at the foot of the mountain, and she gave him money. It's just that he didn't have any radishes to eat these days, and he will make up for it when he goes back.

At noon, the Buddhist meeting began.

In front of the main hall, futons and seats were set up, and several eminent monks sat there, first taking turns to give lectures and discuss.

Underneath are ordinary people. Those from rich and noble families are also sitting on futons and listening, they are all at the front, most of ordinary people are at the back, and most of them also sit on the ground. From a distance, Wu Yangyang is full of people.

Thanks to Huo Zhaoyuan's blessing, Song Ying's seat was at the front, and the lord was sitting next to him.

It's just that she is also a little strange.

this……

What kind of official is it?

She looked left and right, and also saw the master magistrate of Yongcheng, others were polite to him, but even the master magistrate was behind...

"Brother, what kind of official is our uncle?" Song Ying leaned back, stretched out her hand and poked Huo Sixiang sitting next to Huo Zhaoyuan, and asked.

Huo Sixiang's eyelids twitched.

It seems that he understands his master's feelings.

brother...

This title is really infiltrating.

"Listen carefully." Huo Zhaoyuan's face was serious.

Song Ying gave a dry laugh, and withdrew her hand: "I don't know about you, my lord..."

"This is my fief." Huo Zhaoyuan said.

manor?

Song Ying frowned, is that a relative of the emperor?The Dading Dynasty generally did not assign fiefdoms to the courtiers, only the relatives of the emperor had them, but who owned Yongcheng...

Song Ying dug into the memory of the original owner, but really couldn't think of it.

The original owner's life in the capital was too miserable. He was told all day that he would serve the old prince in the future, and all he knew was about the old prince, so he didn't know much about other people.

(End of this chapter)