Just when Wu Zheng was discussing the strategy with Seinfeld and others to deal with Tian Bangzhou, the aunt at home was learning to fry fried fritters.

The small shop at home has been built, and according to Wu Zheng's calculations for her, the breakfast shop at the door of her house can earn several times more money every day than he washes clothes for others.

As for whether the family can be rich just by relying on this small shop, to be honest, the aunt has not thought about it now, in the aunt's heart, as long as she earns more than when she washes clothes, it is enough.

The meal has to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road has to be walked step by step, although the aunt has not read a book, she still understands this truth.

It's just that I've been busy around the oil pot for a long time, and the fried fritters I fried are crispy, but the taste is always a little worse than that fried by Wu Zheng.

I don't know what the problem is, but I just can't blow up that smell.

After frying a basket of fried dough sticks, my aunt folded the firewood in the stove and began to wash the white rice used to make porridge, and then soaked it in water, so that when she got up the next day to boil the porridge, there would be a lot of firewood left in the blistered white rice.

In the eyes of his aunt, Wu Zheng is indeed very smart, which has nothing to do with whether he can pass the exam, mainly because of the two kinds of food he has made now, who has heard of it in this Yuzhou City before? However, although this kid is smart, he will not save money, and he doesn't know how much firewood it takes to boil the rice in advance.

Looking at the small house behind the stove, there was a small charcoal fire covered by half a broken tile jar, and inside was the duck intestines that he had thrown away, but Zheng'er picked it up with his own back, put it in it and roasted it over low heat after wearing it with wicker.

I don't know what he wants to do with these duck intestines, but I asked him mysteriously and told himself, don't throw away these duck intestines, whether our family can make the first bucket of money depends on it.

Miao Er felt that her nephew was joking with herself, in addition to feeding the dogs, a few duck intestines could be sold for any money, and the first pot of gold, to say the least, there were fifty or sixty catties of gold! How much is that worth?

But seeing that Zheng'er said it seriously, he could only let him mess around.

After working in the kitchen for a while, she prepared everything she needed for tomorrow morning, and then Miao'er filled a basin of hot water and brought it to her grandmother's room to wash her grandmother's feet.

The old grandmother is old, and warming her feet with hot water before going to bed can make her sleep well, since she married into the Wu family, this kind of thing has never been broken, even if there are a lot of clothes to be washed sometimes, she has never forgotten to warm her feet before going to bed.

People in this era don't have any entertainment programs at night, even if there is a night market in Yuzhou City, but for a small portal like the Wu family, it is better to go to bed early than to wander around the night market empty-handed, so that although there is no money to visit the night market, at least you can have a good spirit tomorrow.

When the aunt came in with a wooden basin, Xiaoying and Xiaolan had already slept, and the grandmother sat alone on the edge of the bed and looked out the window in a daze, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

When the aunt hesitated to wake up the old grandmother, the grandmother took the lead and said, "Miao'er, you are here." ”

The aunt nodded, put the wooden basin at the grandmother's feet, and began to unpack the grandmother's shoes and socks.

When the grandmother's feet were put into the wooden basin with the right water temperature, she closed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed it for a while before saying, "Zheng'er hasn't come back yet?" ”

"Not yet! When Zheng'er went out, she said that she was going to meet friends, and she didn't know when she would be able to come back. Mother, you can sleep first! I'll just wait for him at home. ”

The old grandmother sighed and said, "It's been a pain for you all these years." ”

The aunt raised her head and looked at the grandmother and smiled: "It's not bitter, now that Zheng'er is back, she has set up a small shop for our family, although she can't earn a few dollars, but her life is much better than before, seeing that our family's life is getting better and better, Miao Er's heart is as sweet as honey, how can it be bitter?" ”

"That's right, the old student can also see that Zheng'er's child is a smart white child. He is a scholar and smart, as long as he does not follow the old path of his father and grandfather, it will not be difficult to live a good life in the future. I'm afraid that he will think of other things in his heart and go further and further down the crooked path. ”

The aunt was shocked and said suspiciously: "Crooked road, mother, what are you talking nonsense?" Zheng'er, how could he go the wrong way. ”

The old grandmother sighed, "Alas! You stupid girl, after Zheng'er came back, she bought rice and meat, opened a shop for you, and asked a doctor for you to see a doctor, and it was Mr. Huang from Yuzhou City who invited you. These costs money everywhere, or is it a lot of money, where is the ten taels of silver he used to sell horses enough? Haven't you ever wondered where Zheng'er's money came from? ”

"This ......" Auntie was immediately asked, the old grandmother didn't say that she really didn't think about it, but the old woman was right! Where did Zheng'er get all that money?

"Mother, are you saying that Zheng'er still has contact with those people in the mountains? No way! Those in the mountains are all killers who kill people without blinking, how can Zheng'er be mixed up with those killers when she has been timid since she was a child? ”

"Before, it wouldn't, but now hasn't Zheng'er changed? Do you think he's still the same timid nerd he used to be? ”

When the aunt heard this, she just wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but nod and said, "Mother, when you say this, Miao Er also feels that Zheng'er has come back from the mountain this time and it seems to be different from before, just like ...... suddenly enlightened, but isn't this a good thing for Zheng'er? ”

"Zheng'er can open up, that is the blessing of the ancestors, what does it have to do with those killings. For my mother, I was worried about those killers on the mountain, pestering him and not letting him go, they were all important criminals in the imperial court, Zheng'er could have good fruits to eat when he mixed with them? ”

"If Zheng'er really went to see those killers, mother! So what do we do? ”

……

There was a foggy winter rain on the street, Wu Zheng and Seinfeld walked quietly on the long street, and the lights on both sides of the street were like soft lanterns under the reflection of the mist, illuminating the originally dark long street.

Today I was discussing with Mr. Liu Wen in the inn how to deal with Negative Tian Bangzhou, but I didn't expect to have a good chat for a while, and it was already midnight when I reacted.

Wu Zheng has a home in Yuzhou City, so it is not good to stay in the inn for the night, and Seinfeld is worried that it is not safe for him to walk at night in the middle of the night, but insists on coming to see him off when Wu Zheng goes out.

A big man wants a woman to send it, it sounds like it's really faceless, but thinking about Seinfeld's skills, Wu Zheng felt that she like herself could definitely fight two times, so Wu Zheng didn't refuse.

It's just that I didn't expect that it was the two of them walking silently in this hazy winter rain that it was quite emotional, even if anyone walked silently without speaking, Wu Zheng also felt that this was a kind of enjoyment.

glanced at Seinfeld next to him and seemed to enjoy this atmosphere, and he always got closer and closer to himself intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was comparing himself with the shadow to see who was a little taller.

Wu Zheng felt that he should be hugging her at this time, and he should also hold someone's little hand at the worst!

How can she say that she is a wife who has bowed to herself, although she has not woken up when she worships the church, but who in the village does not know that she is her wife?

So when Seinfeld's hand brushed against him again, he grabbed Seinfeld's hand and held him in the palm of his hand.

Seinfeld lowered her head and smiled slightly, as if she was still blushing a little, looking like you were a shy little girl.

The two still didn't speak, not because Wu Zheng was stupid and couldn't say anything, but because he felt that there was nothing more wasteful in this world than listening to each other's heartbeats and walking in the hazy rain and fog now.

"Say something! Otherwise, Fei'er always feels a little weird. Seinfeld said with her head down.