An autumn rain and a cold. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After another rain in Jinling City, the weather was so cold that I had to add clothes. Xue Jin took a sip of hot tea, only to realize that his body was his own, and muttered to himself: "This outsider is just unreliable." What a god catches, but also six doors. Invited from Jingshi, now I can't even see a fart shadow. ”

Xue Gui stood aside and said, "Dad, do you want to tell the eldest father about the business of Buzhuang?" ”

Syllable!

As soon as the tea lid was closed, Xue Jin shouted: "Do you think we don't have enough mess at hand?" How long have we been controlling the Xue family's business now? If you let the old man know that the cloth village has not opened for a few months, you and I must not pick the skin of you and me! I don't know what the hell is going on in the long house, but I actually called your third uncle's son to take care of the Xue family's business and make it prosperous, if you still want to take over the Xue family's business, hold it back for me! ”

"But, Dad, at the end of the year, the eldest father will know everything. How can we hide it? ”

"Don't worry, there will be a turnaround soon." Xue Jin's eyes closed and he sneered.

The life on Zhuangzi made Lin Lan really live like a rich landlord. The weather is cold, and there are more people who tear cloth to make clothes, and business in the cloth shop is improving again. Of course, these are all packaged to take care of. This year's new cotton has been eaten up by frenzied weaving workshops. In an agrarian society, food crops are still cultivated, and crops such as cotton account for only a small amount.

However, the amount of stockpiling in the cloth workshop is enough to make the cloth shop worry-free for a year. The cloth collected a few days ago, together with the cloth produced in the past few months, is piled up in several warehouses. The tenants of the village were busy for several months, and took a lot of money, and they all lost their teeth happily.

There are people who have lived most of their lives and have never seen what silver looks like. When he received the money from the old bookkeeper in the village, his eyes lit up. The hope of life lies in living better and more comfortably. Then money is an essential thing.

The thin shirt on Fu Xiaodao's body, even if the weather cools down, he will not change it. Too heavy clothes can easily affect the speed of his shots.

"I've been to the alley again. It seems that the body has been disposed of. ”

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "If it was the Xue family or the government, it is estimated that the city would have been full of wind and rain at this time." It seems that someone must be secretly helping us. "After Han Zhutou collapsed that day, Lin Lan was afraid that there would be a change when he left the city, so he ran away directly with Fu Xiaodao, so as not to be in any danger.

"Maybe the Xue family deliberately kept quiet, a trap they planted, waiting for someone to get in." Fu Xiaodao was naturally not stupid enough to go into the alley in broad daylight to investigate. In the dark night, he is the real ghost.

"Whatever. From now on, none of these things have anything to do with us. ”

The man on the village dragged the sheep that had been slaughtered with his head and came over happily, saying, "Owner, the sheep has been slaughtered, where to put it?" ”

Find a sheltered place, a big cauldron, and today all the people in the Zhuangzi gather to drink mutton soup and make up for it. Lin Lan glanced at the washed sheep and said, "One is not enough, kill a few more." The cloth shop has made a lot of money this year, and it is a reward for everyone. ”

Several men smiled when they heard this, and thanked them repeatedly. The only ones who were unhappy were the two melon babies who were grazing sheep on the village, wiping their tears with snot and snot.

A man came over and said, "Boss, can you give me this peeled fur?" These two dolls are my cubs, and they don't contribute less to feeding the sheep on weekdays. ”

"Take it. It's useless for me to come. Lin Lan looked at the two melon babies who wiped their tears, "The weather is warm, just buy some lambs and come back." ”

"Really?" When the child heard this, he immediately stopped crying. After all, they are all fattened by them little by little, and if they are slaughtered, they will have less companions, and it is inevitable that they will be sad.

The man patted the cute melon baby and said, "Thank you to the owner!" ”

"Oh, thank you...... Thank you, owner. ”

Three cauldrons were quickly erected on the Zhuangzi, and the women washed the slaughtered sheep, chopped them into pieces, and blanched them with water to skim off the blood foam.

The workshop has been suspended, and some of the idle men go to the nearby village to help people cut late rice, and subsidize more household expenses, which is better than nothing.

The firewood crackled, and some of the bear children of the tenants were not afraid of death and pulled out their burning fire sticks to play with them, and immediately a sharp-eyed peasant woman came over and slapped them directly.

"What kind of fire to play, you have to pee your pants at night!"

Although I don't know what the relationship between playing with fire and wetting pants is, the slap marks on my face still make the naughty eggs stay away from the fire and dare not play with fire anymore.

After the mutton is blanched, add green onion and ginger, pour a few pots of Shaoxing old rice wine into the pot, and the mutton will slowly stew. The aroma wafted, making the restless bear children squat by the pot one by one, waiting for the moment to boil.

The cauldron is simmering here, and Lin Lan, Ping'er Yinglian and Shunyo are already moving. Grilled lamb skewers over charcoal, sprinkled with salt, and mixed with some coriander when eating, are enough to offset the smell of the lamb itself.

Although the hot pot with charcoal fire is not as boiling as directly on the fire, it can also maintain the temperature, Lin Lan soaks the mutton slices, dips some sesame sauce, stuffs it into her mouth, and is addicted.

"Yinglian, don't always read poems when eating, how many times have you been talked."

There are not many rules in Zhuangzi, and some old customs are strictly forbidden by Lin Lan, similar to women who don't go to the table, beat their wives, and beat their sons, as long as they find out, they will be immediately expelled from Zhuangzi, which also makes Lin Lan a friend of middle-aged and elderly women in Zhuangzi.

Yinglian hid the poem behind her, ate the scalded mutton, and said, "Engong will really enjoy it." ”

Lin Lan smiled, life was originally meant to be enjoyed, otherwise he would be busy and busy, for what?

"What about Xiaofan?"

Shunyo couldn't wait to bite the mutton skewers on the charcoal fire, and he was afraid that his mouth would be blistered, and he didn't dare to eat it in an instant, and the hala was dripping.

"Brother Xiao Fan said that he wanted to make a big thing."

For such a half-way genius of invention, Lin Lan was also speechless, with no professional knowledge, with a few blacksmiths and carpenters, he actually wanted to make up something, which can be regarded as a stubborn donkey temper.

"Engong, Sister Baoqin has come with several letters, and these poems are ......"

"Don't, don't talk to me about poetry. Headache! At the mention of Xue Baoqin, Lin Lan had a headache.

Yinglian smiled knowingly, but she didn't expect that there would be times when Engong had a headache.

Jingle bells!

Jingle bells!

The golden bell used for the alarm on the Zhuangzi rang. These golden bells are sealed in the corners, and it is impossible for the wind to blow, and once they are sounded, it means that there is an emergency.

Lin Lan got up and said, "You guys sit down, I'll go out and have a look." ”

He took the lantern and walked outside.