With a kind of wild sauerkraut that he didn't know, Fan Ming snorted and put a large coarse porcelain bowl into his stomach.

Maybe he was so hungry that this bowl went down as if he hadn't eaten it, Fan Qinshi listened to his son's eating happily, and his face smiled, and he fished out a big bowl of white dough from the pot and put it into his son's bowl, "Eat slowly, and!" ”

While eating happily, Fan Ming suddenly raised his head, and noticed that Fan Qin and Zhang Wan'er's bowls only had a few pieces of noodles fluttering, and the others were mostly clear soup and little water, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, and secretly scolded himself for being selfish.

Fan Qin listened to the sound, knew what his son was doing, thought that his son was not enough, his eyelids moved and then smiled with relief, as long as his son's body and bones can be strong, a little food is nothing.

Taking advantage of the boiling hot water, he scooped up half of the noodles in the pot and poured them into Fan Qin's bowl, Fan Qin's was a little at a loss by Fan Ming's sudden move, "Mother...... Mother can't eat, your body is just right, you have to eat more. As he spoke, he was about to re-dial the late noodles into Fan Ming's bowl.

"Mother!" Fan Ming sat down with Fan Qin's press, "Eat, you have to take care of your body, if you don't keep your body well, I will be filial to who will I be filial to in the future!" ”

Fan Ming scooped all the remaining dough sheets in the pot into Zhang Wan'er's bowl, which made her panic too, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, Fan Qin's performance towards her son was both happy and distressed, and she couldn't put it away when she got into the pot, "Alas, this is really ......"

After eating, Zhang Wan'er went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Fan Qinshi took Fan Ming's hand, quietly 'looked' at his son on the side, and asked softly about what he had seen and heard today.

Fan Ming added a handful of firewood to the stove, and pretended to be relaxed and said some interesting things, which were mixed with some jokes that he exaggerated, which made Fan Qin's laughter from time to time, he glanced at Zhang Wan'er's slender back, and said in a low voice: "Mother, I will go to the ceramic workshop in the township tomorrow to work!" ”

At present, the most lacking thing in the family is money, this little sister-in-law must repay the money borrowed by the family as soon as possible, otherwise it will be a scourge sooner or later, and he will not allow a woman to bear the burden of the family with her weak shoulders, and now the only way is to work.

As soon as Zhang Wan'er heard that Fan Ming was going to work, the work in her hand suddenly slowed down, and she was quietly waiting for Fan Qin's answer.

"You're good, your body is not strong, let's go through a while!" Although Fan Qin knew the current embarrassing state of the family, he was still worried about his son's health.

"No, I'll go tomorrow!" Fan Ming's voice, which had not yet fully changed, was full of perseverance.

……

The sky was bright, and Fan Ming, who was sleeping in the outhouse, heard the sound of getting up from the inner room, and looked at the dark sky outside, Fan Ming sighed lightly and got up.

After getting dressed, he scooped up a scoop of cold water and splashed it on his face, his drowsy head suddenly sobered up, Fan Qin's and Zhang Wan'er also came out of the house together, and when they saw that Fan Qin's groping and fumbling was inconvenient, Fan Ming's heart was sour.

Hurriedly stepped forward to support Fan Qin's family, "Mother, you will rest more in the future, you don't have to get up so early, your eyes only have the hope of resting and regaining your sight." ”

"It's not easy, I've been blind for more than a year, and my mother is not completely invisible, it's just a little blurry!" Fan Qin's mouth said that it was not in the way, but she still hoped that her eyes could be fully restored, and she also hoped that her eyes could get better, so that she could do more work for the family, and in the future, she would marry her son's daughter-in-law, and his father's ......, which was like a mountain weighing heavily on her heart.

Lin Changfan knew that it was difficult for the old woman's eyes to have a chance of full recovery, and cataract may be a minor operation in the new era, but in this era, I don't know if there is a way to treat it.

Fan Qin's family was pleased to 'look' at his son, now the family finally has a pillar, and in a few days in a few acres, he will marry a daughter-in-law to his son first, and he will be worthy of the ancestors of the Fan family in this life.

He turned his head and 'looked' at Zhang Wan'er, who was cooking on the fire, and sighed softly in his heart, after a while, when the days are better, I will arrange a good family for her.

Fan Ming didn't say anything more, seeing that the firewood on the stove was not enough, he silently went to the outside of the courtyard and picked up the firewood knife, picked up a thick wooden pier, and chopped it down fiercely, as if he had a grudge, he said to himself in his heart that from this moment on, he would take on the responsibility of a man.

Chopping wood is not only a physical work, but also a technical work.

With no experience, Fan Ming had to repeat the chopping action one after another, but the shock and friction from the wood made the skin on Fan Ming's hands wear out after a while, and there was a sharp pain in his waist, which was something that people who had spent a long time in the office and wine table before could not experience.

"Almost, enough for two days!" A soft and concerned voice came from the door, pulling Fan Ming, who was in a self-inflicted situation, back, "The meal is ready, wipe the sweat and eat." ”

Hearing Zhang Wan'er's voice, Fan Ming put down the firewood knife in his hand, straightened his waist, and suddenly his eyes turned black, which was a direct reaction to the lack of nutrition and exercise.

After coming back to his senses, Fan Ming saw Zhang Wan'er's concerned eyes at first glance, smiled reluctantly, and watched Zhang Wan'er turn around with confidence, and then turned his back and spit on the palms of his two hands, and the broken skin on his hands suddenly felt less painful.

Breakfast was very simple, it was a potato plant that he couldn't name, the chaff was a little sticky, and the taste was not very good, but in order to avoid the worries of the two, Fan Ming also pretended to be casual and stuffed two bowls down, which also stimulated his desire to improve the family environment.

After eating, after Fan Ming told Fan Qin not to work too hard, he went to the porcelain kiln workshop in the countryside accompanied by Zhang Wan'er.

Through Zhang Wan'er's introduction, he learned that almost all the workshops in Qinghe Township were owned by Cao Mansion, and what shocked him the most was that the owner of Cao Mansion was a permanent resident of Yingtianfu, and almost rarely appeared in Qinghe Township.

And the big butler is also the head of the ten miles of Qinghe, and it is conceivable that the power of Cao Mansion has reached a point of admiration.

This season is the season of spring ploughing, and it is the time for the workshop to dignify, although Fan Ming's body is not yet an adult laborer, but he can do it somewhat, Fan Ming is even the head of the household of Qinghe (equivalent to the head of the township, the lord of the endowment) was led to one of the porcelain kilns without seeing the face.

Except for a few masters from Ying Tianfu, the people who worked here were all crop men from some villagers, and they were not too surprised to see Fan Ming.

The situation of their family is basically known in the township, and it is a serious business to be able to send them to work in the porcelain kiln.

Each porcelain kiln has a supervisor, and it is unfortunate that the supervisor of this porcelain kiln he was assigned to was the Lai Zi Hu San who he met last night, and glanced at Fan Ming with a kind of gloomy eyes, "Fan Wu, the newcomer is not qualified to follow the master, so you go to the mud first!" ”

"Huh!" Fan Ming agreed, and didn't say more, he knew that at this time, it was too much to say and make a mistake, and the only correct thing to do was to work hard.