Soon, the carpenter came in a hurry, and he didn't dare to slack off on the order of the young master of the main family. The main thing is that the young master can afford our craftsmen and give us a lot of rewards......

Although Fang Yiai is not very wide, it is more than enough to reward craftsmen, and he has always respected people who rely on craftsmanship to eat.

"Villain Lu Yi, I've seen the young master."

Lu Yi is only in his thirties, he has been exposed to the wind and sun for many years, judging from his appearance, he can't guess his age at all, like a thin old man, and the toothbrush comes from his hand.

Fang Yiai was not polite to him, "Uncle Lu, please help me make a chair, the legs of the chair are more than a foot high, there is a backrest and armrests......"

After a long time of talking and tongue, the brush twisted and drew a sketch obliquely, and Lu Yi understood what he meant.

Fang Yiai is the official hat chair, he really can't stand the way of sitting on the ground, think about the Liangyi Hall yesterday, both legs are numb, that sour than Lao Tan is authentic, it is completely a kind of torture.

Then start by sitting on it!

"Well, help me make the bookcase a foot higher than the chair, just enough to sit on the chair." After arranging Lu Yi's work, he had a whim and asked, "Is there a craftsman at home?" ”

"Yes."

"Call a craftsman."

Now that I've done it, I'll get the Taishi chair out together, and when the time comes, I'll go to the courtyard to bask in the sun or something, it's beautiful to think about it.

"There is one more thing, if you have the ability to make it, I will be rewarded, young master."

"First make two pieces of fine wood, there is a groove in the middle of the fine wood, use graphite and rosin to make a refill, put it in the groove, two pieces of wood are glued together, and use the graphite in it to write."

Yes, his request was a pencil, and it was convenient to write and draw if he thought of something good in the future.

In order to make yourself more comfortable, this is inevitable.

After a long time of talking, I finally arranged all the work, the craftsmen got busy, and the house was bored and sat down and rested.

Move your mouth on the top and break your leg on the bottom.

Once upon a time, he was also one of them, and in this life, he took squirrelty as his life goal, so naturally he had no reason to do it himself, and unconsciously, he lived as he once hated.

"Qiao'er makes a pot of tea."

Fang Yiai casually ordered, and after working for most of the day, he was finally able to sit down and drink a cup of tea.

Soon, a cup of hot tea was served, and as soon as he brought it to his mouth, before he could drink it, he felt that the taste was wrong, greasy, and smelled of mutton.

"Mom! What is this......"

Looking down, there is a layer of oil flowers floating on it, carefully identifying, in a layer of tea foam, floating green onion and ginger, just hurriedly sipped, and there is a salty taste.

"Gross-"

Only then did I remember that the tea drunk in the Tang Dynasty was not the clear tea of later generations, and the tea leaves were chopped into tea foam, and green onions, ginger, mutton fat, and salt were added when boiling tea......

Oil, salt, green onions, what kind of tea is boiling, it's clearly making soup.

"Alas, it's not worrying to drink tea." Fang Yi sighed in love, it seems that I am a hard worker.

However, his actions scared Qiao'er a lot, thinking that he had done something wrong, tears in his eyes, and he couldn't tell the grievances.

"I don't blame you for this...... Pour this pot of tea, and make another pot for the young master! Fang Yiai rubbed her head and said gently.

After tasting it, he felt disgusted when he saw it, and advised: "Remember to wash the pot, and only put the tea leaves when boiling the tea, and don't add those messy things." ”

Under the command of Fang Yiai, Qiao'er boiled another pot of tea, and he took a sip and spit out the tea foam.

"Comfortable...... That's what people drink. ”

Although there is a lack of roasted tea technology and a lack of fragrance, it always has a bit of tea taste, and if you can drink it, the tea foam is a little annoying.

When he finished drinking, Qiao'er quietly poured it for him, and Fang Yiai used to compliment, "You are so considerate, I'm afraid the young master can't do without you." ”

Under Qiao'er's thoughtful service, sooner or later he will become a waste that he can't carry on his shoulders and can't carry in his hands.

"It's good if the young master likes it."

The little maid twisted, blushed, and replied delicately.

In ancient times, Qiao'er was such a personal maid, and most of them would be concubines in the future, so she had already planted seeds in her heart.

These days, the young master's attitude is very different from before, she is aware of it, and today's intimate behavior has become the final fuse.

Fang Yiai looked back at Qiao'er, and felt that she had been weird all morning, talking to herself shyly, and her voice and eyes were wrong.

He didn't understand the little girl's mind, and he was made strange and inexplicable.

He was just inadvertent, he was in a good mood today, but he teased the little girl, turned around and left it behind, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Qiao'er is only in her teens, such a young girl, she has to beat her idea, and Fang Yiai is not so heartbroken.

In the previous life, the neighbor's daughter who was the same age as Qiao'er was pinched on her face, just as a joke of the big brother, and she would only giggle, how could she be so serious?

should be an innocent age, but he has begun to worry about marriage......

Fang Yiai was not used to ancient thinking, gave up thinking about the little girl, closed his eyes and leaned on the table, and took a sip of tea, "This is called life." ”

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house with a sea and spring flowers......"

This poem is very in line with his current state of mind, and it is a true portrayal of his heart, and he subconsciously recited it.

In my heart, I wonder how to make money?

Only when the pockets are bulging can you achieve your life goals.

"If you can wrap up the tea mountain, the roasted tea process in the future generations, tea making and selling, it will definitely be a good deal! …… History is the big wave of sand, practice brings true knowledge, and clear tea is what people like. ”

"How much does it cost to buy a mountain? Alas, a penny is hard to beat a hero......"

"It's a bit poetic, but it's completely wrong, the literature and science don't make sense, you are just nonsense, insulting Sven......" A voice suddenly sounded behind him, startling Fang Yiai.

The other party chattered endlessly, commenting on this modern poem, Fang Yiai is too lazy to debate, modern poetry, you ask it to follow the mediocrity of ancient poetry, it is not full of food.

"What is my brother looking for me?"

It was Fang Yi's beloved brother who came, Fang Yizhi. He is a bookworm, and he can't get used to seeing Fang Yiai's talent wasted, and he is slightly angry and indisputable.

"You kid is smart, you have always believed in this for your brother, and you have done a good job of getting married by close relatives, and today people outside are praising you, and you are happy for your brother...... But why don't you read well, and write these poems that you don't know anything about......"

Seeing that he has a tendency to become an old mother, Fang Yiai handed over a cup of tea, "Come brother, you can taste my new tea......"

"Now that you have become an official, you should be more mature, don't act recklessly like before, don't indulge in strange tricks and tricks, and the craftsmen at home will stop......"

Obviously, he doesn't like these things that Fang Yi likes to play, and thinks they are all useless things, which is the common opinion of readers.

Therefore, he wanted to persuade Fang Yiai to study hard.