Dong Rong remembered the stupid pillar who didn't know where to drink, knocked on the chopsticks hatefully, and said angrily, "Your brother-in-law doesn't know where to go, and when he doesn't need him on weekdays, he always hangs in front of him." When I asked him for help, he was gone. ”

Dong Ping listened to it funny, his brother-in-law's mind is comparable to that of a child, in addition to being able to help do some heavy work, such a big thing like renting a yard, even if he is around, he can't help at all. My sister complains like this, I'm afraid I'm worried about my brother-in-law.

Dong Rong glanced at the smiling younger brother, couldn't help but blush a little, got up and picked up the dishes and chopsticks while pushing him out to find the middleman.

Besides, the two sisters and brothers were sitting in the carriage at this time, writing letters while hurrying, Qingfeng, who was in charge of driving the car, looked up at the dazzling scorching sun, stretched out his hand and wiped a handful of sweat beads and cursed, "This damn day, why can't it be cool in the heavy rain!" If it continues like this, not to mention the crops, people will also die. ”

Murong Huaide threw down the brush in his hand when he heard this, and looked at the half-dried bud seedlings on the side of the road through the propped up car window, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

In the past eight or nine days, he traveled day and night through a total of four provincial capitals, and the northern land was relatively good, and after the summer, there was some rain, and although the crops inevitably failed, they did not end their production. But once you pass Kyoto and further south, what you see is not optimistic. The early rice has no harvest, and the late rice cannot be planted in the field at all, for no other reason, there is no water.

The big rivers are cut off, the well water is dry, and it is difficult to get a normal draft, where there is still water to irrigate the fields. As far as the eye can see, there are people with desperate faces, and some people with active brains are already preparing to drag their families and families north to make a living, while those officials and magnates in Kyoto are still talking about dogs and horses day by day, and have no plans to prepare for disaster relief in advance.

Only he, a small businessman, and only his filial piety garden are desperately buying grain, trying to save a few lives in the coming catastrophe. It's undoubtedly a mantis arm block, but it's also much better than sitting back and waiting to die. Mr. often praised him for his righteousness, benevolence and benevolence. In fact, only he knew in his heart that he was atoning for that person's sins, accumulating virtue for those brothers who should be rich and noble, but now they don't know where to reincarnate...

"Qingfeng, how far is it to get to the capital?"

"Childe, it's more than a hundred miles away." Qingfeng pulled his sleeves and fanned the wind, barely swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat, and said with a careful smile at the end, "Childe, it's noon when I see it, should we find a carriage shop to feed the horses?" ”

Murong Huaide had the heart to continue on his journey, but seeing that the breeze was dark red by the sun, his little face was a little soft-hearted, so he nodded and said, "Find a clean shop, and leave immediately after eating." ”

"Okay, son, sit down, there is an old shop more than ten miles ahead. In the past, I accompanied Mr. Feng on a trip and played there a sharp boy, not to mention how clean! At last the breeze had a chance to rest, and the whip of his hand snapped, urging the two horses to run fast, and in less than a moment he saw the wine flag fluttering in the treetops.

Seeing that a customer came to the door of the small work of the carriage shop, Mali trotted forward to take the reins. Qingfeng jumped down and moved his stiff legs, threw five or six copper coins to the young man, and then commanded loudly, "Add good ingredients to the horse, and add the soaked bean cakes, and your reward is indispensable." ”

The young man smiled happily, and answered one after another, and when the breeze opened the door and invited the master to get off, he hurriedly led the carriage to the back to unload.

Murong Huaide walked into the store, glanced around at the polished tables and chairs and the wet floor, and nodded with satisfaction. The shopkeeper brought the tea and asked with a smile, "This son is going to Kyoto?" This hot day is really suffering, the small shop is in the countryside, there are only a few good game, can the son want to taste fresh? ”

"Pick up two fresh dishes and two bowls of rice."

The old shopkeeper happily answered and went to the back kitchen to tell the cook to prepare, Qingfeng was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, and poured several bowls of tea. When he finally saw the food served, he looked at the master with a smile, hoping that the master would quickly move his chopsticks, and he would quench his hunger.

Murong Huaide glanced at him amusedly, and raised his chopsticks to pick up some wild vegetables. Qingfeng was overjoyed, and immediately picked up the rice bowl and poured it into his mouth desperately, but the japonica rice was so rough that he choked his neck, and finally relieved his breath and shouted, "Shopkeeper, you are going to kill for money, this rice is steaming to death." ”

When the old shopkeeper heard this, he hurriedly came over to make amends, bowed and said, "Guest officer, you have to bear more, now that the price of grain is rising three times a day, we really can't afford to buy polished rice to entertain guests." ”

Murong Huaide remembered that Qianli Chiye in the south had no appetite, so he waved his hand and put down the chopsticks after sending the old shopkeeper. Qingfeng secretly stuck out his tongue, eager to slap himself twice. It's not that I didn't go hungry when I was a child, why is it that I can't eat brown rice after only a few years of good life? In the end, the master is willing to be honest when he throws chopsticks?

He rolled his eyes, raised his legs, ran to the back carriage and turned out a small oiled paper bag, and then flattered it to the master, "Childe, this is your reward on the day you went out, and the small one is not willing to eat." ”

Murong Huaide stretched out his hand to take it, and unfolded the oil paper bag layer by layer, revealing a small golden shortbread inside, although it had been squeezed, but the sweet taste was not missing at all.

He couldn't help but laugh when he remembered that his little daughter-in-law was turning around the floor to pick up food for him and carefully telling him to go home early. He has not been around for the past few days, and I don't know if she has been embarrassed by Cao Pozi again, but her temper of eating soft and not eating hard must not let herself be wronged.

"Ten taels of silver are recorded in the account, and when you want to withdraw it, go and get it yourself."

"Hey... Ay! Xie Gongzi reward! Qingfeng's happy mouth grinned to the root of his ears, and a small shortbread was exchanged for a big reward of ten taels of silver, which was a bargain. It seems that you should pay more attention to Cao Niangzi in the future, her own son-in-law values her so much, maybe she will have a big creation in the future.

Murong Huaide slowly ate the shortbread in one bite, and when he saw Qingfeng absentmindedly picking up the rice, he said, "Eat more, I went to Kyoto overnight, inspected Xiaoyi Garden, and went home after picking up Mr. Feng." ”

When Qingfeng heard that he was going to go for the night again, he immediately made a bitter face and asked, "Childe, haven't you seen the old master?" ”

Murong Huaide's face sank, and a faint pain flashed in the depths of his eyes, "No need, go home directly." ”

Qingfeng is the most clever, and when he saw his master like this, he immediately regretted that he shouldn't talk too much. He hurriedly filled the food on the table into his stomach, and then ran to the backyard to set up a car.

Murong Huaide took out a dime of broken silver and threw it on the table, got up and was about to leave. I don't want to, but the old shopkeeper who has been settling accounts at the counter has come up.

This old man is also a sharp-eyed man, as soon as Qingfeng took out the shortbread, he secretly looked at it carefully for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the appearance of this small bread was pleasing, and it was good to smell it from a distance. If your own shop can learn how to make this cake recipe and sell it to merchants from the north and south as dry food, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the business to be prosperous.

Murong Huaide frowned slightly, and finally listened to the old shopkeeper's euphemistic explanation, he couldn't help laughing, and finally shook his head and walked out.

How could the old shopkeeper be willing to fly away from the cornucopia in front of him, he stepped forward cheekily and persuaded in a low voice, "Son, the little old man begged for a lot of money." Twenty taels, okay? No, no, fifty taels! ”

It just so happened that Qingfeng pulled the carriage to the door, Murong Huaide jumped into the carriage with both hands on the wheel, and finally said, "Fangzi is priceless, friendship is priceless!" Don't sell! ”

The old shopkeeper was very disappointed, and couldn't help muttering, "It's just a small dry cake, why bother cherishing it." ”

Qingfeng also guessed the old shopkeeper's intention at this time, and he raised his chin and replied proudly, "This shortbread is my housemother's family heirloom, and only our family can eat it." Don't be delusional! ”

After speaking, he shook his whip and drove the carriage and ran onto the official road, leaving the old shopkeeper with a regretful face shaking his head and sighing.

In the carriage, the smile on Murong Huaide's face, who picked up the account book again, deepened, and the brush under his hand shook gently. When he could stop, a beautiful woman with double snails and big eyes and black eyebrows was already on the page, her small mouth pouting slightly, as if complaining about why he had not returned home after going out for a long time?

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

The two jujube red horses that were pulling Xu heard the whisper of the master, and their steps became more and more tight, and they trotted to the front...

Besides, Dong Ping ran away with Xizi all afternoon, and looked at two or three courtyards with the Chinese, but there was no agreement. So I had to go back and tell my sister in displeasure, and Dong Rong had no choice but to hope to persuade Master Zhang.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wang Lu and his wife were busy making ice as usual, and Dong Ping did not serve any scholars' shelves, and took Xizi to help with the work, which provoked Du Juan's sister-in-law to praise him vigorously.

Soon, buyers came to the door, and a cart of ice was pulled out, and the dripping water fell on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, adding a three-point coolness to the early morning of this summer.

Dong Rong came out after making breakfast, and happened to see Mr. Zhang, who was full of surprise, wandering among the boxes full of ice cubes. She smiled faintly, opened her mouth to say a few words to a few familiar little stewards, and when the courtyard was finally cleared, she called everyone to eat.

Dong Ping was very worried, so he approached his sister and asked, "Sister, this is his yard." There's no ice cellar in the backyard, can he guess..."

Dong Rong patted his brother's hand, shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay, he guessed what was better." ”

When Dong Ping heard this, he knew that his sister must have a way to deal with it, so he didn't ask any more questions. However, the cuckoo couple went back to Huaishu Village yesterday, and when they came back in the evening, they saw that Master Zhang thought it was an old relative of the Dong family.

Dong Rong had no choice but to tell the matter again, and at the end she said that she had an arrangement, so let them continue as usual.

Although the cuckoo couple was very convinced of Dong Rong, they were still inevitably uneasy in their hearts, and secretly looked at Master Zhang's face from time to time. ZM