Although Du Shiyi had never accepted the precious medicinal materials before and refused to move to the Chongshan villa on Junji Peak in Songyang Temple, after his grandson left the medicine, Songyang Temple still sent Taoist children to send two heavy bags of medicine. One was used to treat wind, cold and fever, and the other was used to nourish Du Shiyi's body and replenish vitality. This time, Du Shiyi naturally did not refuse. After thanking him, he took it away.

Zhuying, who was also cold and hot due to the rain, slept for a night after Du Shiyi took the injection, but insisted on not applying the injection to take medicine. Du Shiyi saw that the person was recovering well, so he could not convince him and had to go with her. Therefore, the vegetables, eggs and oil and salt I bought before were enough for a few days to eat, so she devoted herself to not leaving home and took care of the brother and sister.

A few days have passed in a flash. When people are in a happy event, they are refreshed. Seeing that Du Shiyi recovers very quickly, Du Shisanniang only feels that the bitter medicines that she fears most since childhood are no longer bitter, and her body gradually recovers. Although she vaguely feels that Du Shiyi is talking outside and often silent at home, she undoubtedly prefers the brother in front of her who cares about her everywhere. Besides, she has walked through the critical moment of life and death, so it is not surprising that such a change is not surprising.

On this day, after she frowned and drank the bitter medicine in the bowl in one breath, she looked around and saw Du Shiyi not in the room, and couldn't help but ask, "Where is Brother?"

"My wife, my husband is in the bamboo forest outside." Seeing Du Shisanniang wondering, Zhuying explained softly, "My husband said he wanted to read a book early this morning, but I found the books in the book box. After searching through it, the husband threw it down and said he wanted to write. But this time, I found the four treasures of the study, moved the seat in the light outside, and stood aside to pull paper for my husband, but Mr. Lang looked at it and frowned again. After writing a few words, he threw down his things and went to the bamboo forest. If it weren't for the time for my wife to take medicine, I wouldn't be relieved."

Hearing this, Du Shisanniang couldn't help but be suspicious and worried. After finally getting a serious illness, his elder brother finally recovered. If he really aroused the old hidden pain and was sad again, wouldn't his previous efforts be wasted? After thinking about it, although he knew that his elder brother's reputation was hard-won, the four treasures of the study she specially brought on this trip were given by elders of the Du family, and some were given by other relatives. Most of them had extraordinary origins and were extremely precious, not to mention the books in the book box that he had robbed after the disaster after the fire in the old house. He had never thought about selling them when he was most embarrassed to seek medical treatment.

But at this moment, she finally said with a heart: "Tomorrow, you will put away these things quietly. If you ask for them again, you will say you can't find them. Before we return to Chang'an, we will sell them all!"

"Why do you need to sell good things?"

While speaking, Du Shiyi entered the room from the outside. He glanced at Du Shisanniang whose face suddenly turned pale, and Zhuying, who was caught off guard, and then said in a deep voice: "It's all good things that are hard to buy. If you let me go, it will be ruined for no reason. Thirteen Niang, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I'm not yet at the point of being hurt by seeing things."

"Brother..."

Du Shisanniang's eagerness to speak, Du Shiyi sighed in her eyes. He wanted to read and write in the morning, but it was not for anything else. It was because he had been recuperating these days, planning to read books and spend time, or practice writing. When he picked up the books that were several meters long, he felt out of place. As for writing... Zhuying arranged the four treasures of the study, and then accompanied the side to stretch paper, which immediately revived some of his memories.

Writing at the desk was the writing posture after the Song and Ming dynasties. In this era, sitting cross-legged in a seat, rolling the paper into a roll, and then holding the roll in the left hand and writing with the right hand is natural. Even if a family like the Du family can afford to buy a maid, at most people will have to pull paper and accompany you on the side, and you will have to hang your wrist paper on the actual writing.

The problem is that Du Shiyi received such education since childhood and naturally enjoyed it. He barely cheered up and tried it. His body could get used to such writing postures. The words he wrote were at least correct, but his low efficiency really made him unbearable.

Moreover, he learned from Zhuying that there were only a few papers left in the bookcase, and even a little bit of ink balls were left. If these were used up, they had to buy them separately. If he wanted to practice calligraphy, unless he also wrote a broken lacquer plate with clear water and a bald stroke like the ancients, he had to think of another way!

However, in front of Du Shisanniang, he said as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, I just looked at the deep bamboo forest outside, thinking that if the person recommended by Brother Sima arrived, I would ask someone to cut down a few bamboos, and maybe I could add a few more decorations."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar and cheerful voice came from the outside: "Is Du Xiaolangjun here?"

This time, when Du Shiyi was surprised and was about to walk out, Zhuying immediately stood up quickly and walked out of the door. After leaving the door, she saw Sima Heiyun, a naked upper body, strong body, dark body, and holding a bag of various farm tools in her hand. She couldn't help but be stunned.

Looking at the shape of the boy, it seems to be a Kunlun slave? Even in Chang'an, such a Kunlun slave costs at least 100,000 yuan, and is mostly a noble lady who is used to hold a horse and hold a horse. The husband only plans to hire an ordinary honest farmer. Why did he send such a person here?

Despite her doubts, Zhuying still quickly walked to the fence and opened the courtyard gate. Afterwards, she found that Du Shiyi had also come out of the thatched hut. The last time she knew that Sima Heiyun was just a follower. Seeing that Du Shiyi was still talking to him, Sima's eldest brother, close to him, she frowned slightly, and then tiptoed back to the thatched hut.

Seeing that Du Shisanniang was half-sitting up with her arms, she hurriedly stepped forward and helped her. When Du Shisanniang asked softly, she had to speak, "What I came here is Sima Heiyun who sent us back in the rain before and brought Master Sun to treat his wife."

"So it's that one." Du Shisanniang nodded thoughtfully, and then ordered Zhuying, "Prince Sun came to the door before, and there was only white water for guests at home. Now my illness is much better. Brother A's illness is changing and the expenses are limited. Next time you go to the market, remember to buy some fruits for butterfly. No matter how many guests are, you won't be too embarrassed or shabby."

Zhuying was about to speak when she heard Du Shiyi and Sima Heiyun inside the room had already entered the room. She nodded quickly and went to the outside room. After tidying up the seat and putting it on the water, she lowered her hand and retreated to the side, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at the young Kunlun slave who was kneeling at the door and looking around with curious faces. Fortunately, she didn't wait long. After a few greetings, Sima Heiyun came to the point readily.

"Du Xiaolangjun said the time he wanted a reliable person who could farm, so he brought this Kunlun slave to the street. To be honest, this time he followed my master to Songyang Temple for a while, but since Du Xiaolangjun entrusted him, he originally planned to go to a nearby village to take a look. It happened that he followed his master to Dengfeng County yesterday, but someone sold this Kunlun slave on the street. It only costs 10,000 yuan, less than one-tenth of the market value, but no one cares about it.

After asking, I learned that the Kunlun slave's original master was very interesting in the countryside. Although he was only fourteen, he learned a good job in farming since childhood. He did not know any of the other jobs of holding horses and serving people. He knew nothing about the rules of being a servant and maid. He changed hands several times and did wrong things several times that angered the master's family. His value dropped from the initial 120,000 yuan to the current 10,000 yuan.

Who would like to buy a big-bellied man who can only do farm work? But as long as Du Xiaolangjun knows how to do farm work, the master laughed and said that this person was just right, so he bought it for 8,000 yuan. He was not afraid of the cold and heat, and cut some bamboo in the yard to build a shed to live as much as possible, which is more reliable than hiring people. The family who sold him also sold him to several farm tools that were always with him, etc., and his real value was almost equivalent to giving it for free. If Du Xiaolangjun felt that it was not good, he took him back and sent it to Dongdu to sell it at that time."

Hearing this, Du Shiyi had to look at the young Kunlun slave carefully. Seeing that he heard Sima Heiyun's words, his head, which was looking around, immediately lowered, and looked a little obvious frustration. He couldn't help but think for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Anyway, all I want is a person who works on the fields to grow fruits, vegetables and vegetables. I don't want him to serve him in close proximity. It doesn't matter whether he understands the rules or not. His value is 8,000 yuan, and I don't hide it from Brother Sima. Because of my illness, my sister almost spent all her family property. Now that I can't sell this thatched house and the house in pieces, I will never be able to produce so many."

"This is not urgent, and it will be done in the future."

Hearing Sima Heiyun say this, Du Shiyi immediately shook his head: "The word "never" can't be said. I have already inherited the deep affection and friendship of Brother Sima, and I definitely dare not receive such a valuable gift again. I will never receive any reward without merit. I will give you the value of this Kunlun slave.

It’s better to do this. Now that I’m just recovering from a serious illness, I can’t do anything else. But just resting in the process of rest is not only of no health, but also doing nothing. I have been studying and practicing calligraphy since I was a child. I was abandoned for a long time due to serious illness, but copying books is still a matter of not knowing what books the owner of the mansion needs to copy? How much does it cost to copy a book in the market? It will be worth it in the future!”

Hearing Du Shiyi say this, Sima Heiyun was surprised at first, and finally said with a smile: "Since Du Xiaolangjun has made up his mind, I will report back to the master of my family."

After this matter was concluded, Du Shiyi felt relieved and kept the person sitting for a while before sending Sima Heiyun away. When he watched the person disappear at the end of the path, he looked down at the young Kunlun slave beside the door and asked thoughtfully: "What's your name?"

The dark-clad young Kunlun slave looked up at his new master, then stuttered: "The previous names were all chosen by the previous master, please give them a new name."

Faced with such a sentence, Du Shiyi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Then what name did your first master give you?"

This time, the young Kunlun slave's answer was very refreshing: "The name Xue Shaofu gave me is Tian Mo. Tian Tu Tian, ​​Jing Mo."

Hearing his words clearly stated the origin of the first name, Du Shiyi immediately spoke, "Then call it Tian Mo. Since you have done a good job with the Xue Shao Mansion, I will give you all the fields in the yard outside."

The familiar name was lost and the excitement flashed in Tian Mo's eyes. Without thinking, he knelt down and kowtowed directly and said, "Thank you, my husband!"

After kowtowing and recognizing his master, Tian Mo immediately went out with a hatchet, cut a few bamboos in the bamboo forest and built a shed to shelter from the wind and rain. After lunch like a wind and clouds, he spent the whole afternoon turning over the two barren lands in the yard. He was sweating profusely and planned to fetch water again, but from Zhuying, he learned from Zhuying that there was a well behind the thatched hut, and the mountain stream was right next to him. He then wiped his forehead and smiled: "In the past, when I was at Xue Shao Mansion, I went to the mountain stream a mile away to fetch water and irrigate fruits. Xue Shao Mansion always praised the delicious vegetables I grew."

When Du Shisanniang heard this, she couldn't help laughing at Du Shiyi, "Brother, there are so many people in this kind of vegetable farming club. The Xue Shaofu actually used Kunlun slaves with such high value to do these farming houses. No wonder other families bought them and sold them again after two days. Look at his diligent look, who is too idle to be used to be a follower for others, and he will feel bored!"

"So, most people who sold him would think that his first owner, Xue Shaofu, was a strange and wasteful person back then." Du Shiyi smiled slightly, suddenly remembered something, and immediately walked to the door slowly, looking at Tian Mo who was holding a wooden pie and drinking water, asking, "Tian Mo, what should I plant in this season of the field?"

Tian Mo, who put down the water scoop, immediately straightened his waist and said without thinking: "It is best to plant fruits and fruits in this season, such as Humu, Kunlun melon, and glutinous vegetables. If you want to plant something else, it will be too late. However, these few grounds are too small. If your husband is willing, he can cultivate a few more pieces of land in the bamboo forest. Moreover, although most of the bamboo shoots at this time are a little old, it is appropriate to find some tender ones. It is appropriate to dig some bamboo shoots to make any dishes. And now it is spring, and wild vegetables are everywhere on the mountain. In the past, Xue Shaofu liked to taste fresh food, and he could pick up a basket in half a day!"

Tian Mo whispered to Xue Shao Mansion. Other owners might be unhappy when they heard this, but Du Shiyi didn't care about this matter at all. What the wealthy families wanted was the scene of Kunlun slaves holding horses and kicking them in. Tian Mo's farming skills were naturally very bright and pearls, but when he was in his own place, this alone could solve the biggest urgent problem. After all, although the bamboo shadow was a clever one, it was hard to cook without rice!

"Okay, then you can take out the full skills you have trained in Xue Shao Mansion!"
Chapter completed!