Chapter Ninety-Six: The Rain Hits Duckweed

The rain crackled on the tarpaulin. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe rhythm of nature is wonderful and crisp.

"Uncle Fang, come, come and sit in the house." After Gong Nian Huai pressed the last corner of the tarpaulin with a brick, he turned around and invited Fang Qiong.

"Oh, I heard Qingyuan say just now, you haven't slept all night?" Fang Qiong shook her hand, her eyes glaring at Gong Yi Nianhuai.

"Yes, the little nephew slept for a while, it was as long as a cat's sleep, and Brother Meng and the two elder brothers did not have the blessing of the little nephew. Hey, Uncle Fang, you won't be angry about this. ”

"Whoever said I was angry, I was angry." When Fang Qiong heard this, she became angry, "Young people just don't pay attention, Zhang Yan and Niu Ben lie on the ground and fall asleep, not even a piece of linen cloth, the ground is damp, the body bones are broken, and you will have to bear it when you are old." ”

"Hey, I'll let Niu Ben go get ginger soup, and each of you will drink some." Fang Qiong walked up the steps with her hands behind her back, glanced back at the porcelain jar covered with oilcloth, nodded with satisfaction, and turned around and walked towards the room.

"After breakfast, you all go to sleep for me, if there is something you Uncle Fang will take care of first, Uncle Fang will not call you, and none of you will be allowed to wake up." Fang Qiong took the chair handed over by Meng Zhijing, sat down in the hall, and continued to teach these young people who didn't know self-love.

"You weren't like that." Meng Zhijing stood beside Gong Nian Huai, stabbed Gong Nian Huai, snorted at Fang Qiong with his mouth, and said in a low voice, Meng Zhijing's intention was obviously aimed at Fang Qiong.

"What's wrong, what was I like just now?" Fang Qiong turned his head, glared at Meng Zhijing fiercely, and also gouged out half of Gong Nianhuai's eyes by the way.

Gong Nian Huai's gaze crossed Fang Qiong and looked at the fine water curtain in the courtyard, "Uncle Fang, we are all post-born boys, you can beat and scold, if you are reluctant to us and suffocate yourself, it is the sin of our juniors." ”

"Hehe, it's still thoughtful, you guys," Fang Qiong pointed at the three people in the room with his finger, as if he was nodding, "Pouting one by one, selling oil bottles with Uncle Fang, just this virtue, I still want to make a contribution." Hum! Phew! ”

"Steward Fang, you have learned a lesson, the little one remembered." Zhang Yan curled his tongue, swallowed what he wanted to say, and hurriedly changed his words. The male on the other side winked at him.

"Hehe, just remember, just remember." Fang Qiongpi looked at Zhang Yan with a smile, and the words in his mouth sounded uncomfortable.

"Ahem, Uncle Fang, when you were old, didn't the Lord let you have a word?" Gong Nian Huai stepped forward and pinched Fang Qiong's shoulder, the old man, a typical eater of soft rather than hard, especially in front of young people, he does not accept the old, but he still sells the old everywhere.

"What words? What words do you want to bring the Lord? "Fang Qiong is like a rooster who has taken the wrong medicine, he pecks whoever he eats, and his mouth is full of the smell of medicine.

"Hehe, look at what you always say, how can the little nephew have such great magical powers." Gong Nian Huai frowned, and pinched Fang Qiong's shoulder lightly and heavily, as if kneading dough.

"Young man, be careful. The old man can't stand it. Okay, I'll go look elsewhere, I'll stay here, and you're not comfortable. ”

Fang Qiong stood up with his hands on the back of the chair, took two steps forward, and stood at the door of the room watching the rain and fog.

Meng Zhijing picked up the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to Fang Qiong, and the atmosphere in the room froze like cheese for a while.

The four of them watched Fang Qiong hold up the umbrella and walked into the courtyard with a snap, and immediately there was a crackling sound of rain knocking on the paper umbrella.

"Uncle Fang, what's wrong?" Meng Zhijing stared at the splash on the ground in a daze, but his eyes lost focus and astigmatized, and he saw a splash as a puddle of turbid water.

"Steward Fang may know that Yan Zuotou came to us last night." Zhang Yan snorted, and finally held back a sentence.

"Questions?"

Gong Nian Huai was the most depressed, he always felt that Fang Qiong's words were aimed at him. What young people pay attention to, the old man can't stand it. What are these words?

If it is placed in the future generations, Gong Yi Nianhuai can directly put up his middle finger, what to pretend, it will be great when he is old, that is because you were born early. If you want to sell it, ask your mother to sell it, and put a big clove of garlic here.

"Nian Huai, don't go to your heart." Meng Zhi came by and hugged Gong Nian Huai's shoulders, which was very painful.

"Brother Meng, do you also think that Uncle Fang is dissatisfied with the younger brother?" Gong Nian Huai shook off Meng Zhijing and said with a wry smile.

"It's not you, who else?" Meng Zhijing turned around and pointed at Zhang Yan and Wang Dali, "Is it Zhang Yan or Wang Dali?" The little brother doesn't look like it. ”

Meng Zhijing pointed to his nose again and said, "If you talk about junior brother, Uncle Fang will never use this way, just measure it with a stick." ”

"Since Brother Meng said so, how could the little brother hate Uncle Fang? The little brother did everything bit by bit, and Brother Meng could see it clearly. Brother Meng, can you give some advice to the younger brother, where did the younger brother do the things that made Uncle Fang feel heartwarming? ”

Meng Zhijing clasped his hands in front of his chest, raised one arm, and stretched out two fingers to support his chin, so he made a contemplative state,

"Brother Zhang said that it was related to Yan Zuotou, and the younger brother also thought so."

"What's the problem?" Gong Yi Nianhuai asked again.

"Little brother doesn't think there's any problem, besides, Yan Zuotou has become your apprentice, even if there was a problem before, it won't be a problem now. Hehe, I guess, Uncle Fang can't bear it. The more Meng Zhijing spoke, the more energetic he became, and the spitting stars and raindrops were more than enough.

Gong Nian Huai shook his head to show puzzlement. "Uncle Meng won't have the same opinions as Uncle Fang."

Meng Zhijing shook his head, nodded again, shook his head again, and spread his hands like Nian Huai, "Nian Huai, little brother can't figure it out." ”

"Niu Ben is back, let's eat first." Zhang Yan took the food box and put it on the table, and Niu Ben untied his clothes outside the door.

"Yes, eat first. Hehe, read Huai, don't think about anything, have a clear conscience. Besides, Uncle Fang is not a narrow-minded person, and he may not have turned a corner yet. ”

Meng Zhijing took the basin handed over by Niu Ben from outside the door and put it in front of Gong Nian Huai, "The bell must be tied to the bell, I see, you still have to pull out the stalk in Uncle Fang's heart." ”

Gong Nian Huai squatted down, and looked up at Meng Zhijing while washing his hands, "Brother Meng, what is the stalk in Uncle Fang's heart?" One of the little brothers doesn't know what the stalk is, and the other is that the little brother doesn't have that ability. ”

"Don't back down just yet, I can do it if I say yes." Meng Zhijing hurriedly washed his two hands, then stood up and sat down at the dining table, picked up the bowl and buckled it to his face, and the sound of sighing and snoring was endless.

"Hehe, Brother Meng, what you eat reminds my little brother of some animals." Gong Nian Huai walked to the table with a smile and looked at Meng Zhijing and slowly sat down.

"Puff--, "Uh-huh," Meng Zhijing choked, and his nostrils became a conduit.

"Aha, good boy, you're taking revenge, I, I," Meng Zhijing held the bowl in his hand, and with the other hand, he held chopsticks and knocked them on Gong Nianhuai's head.

"I surrender," Gong Nian Huai shrunk his neck and held his head with both hands, "Junior brother is wrong, Brother Meng doesn't eat like some animals. Haha,"

Zhang Yan and his two subordinates looked at the two sons with a smile, laughing and playing like sons.

"Okay, little brother, spare you first, we're not done." Meng Zhijing withdrew his chopsticks, stroked his mouth, stood up, and went to wash his hands.

"Hey, I'm not messing with you. Nian Huai, we go to sleep after eating? Meng Zhijing picked up a bun and stuffed it in his mouth, and did not forget the stubble of sleeping.

"What else can you do if you don't sleep, you see the rain is getting heavier." Gong Nian Huai pointed to the courtyard with chopsticks, and the rain became heavier, stringing up the heavens and the earth like a bead curtain.

"Then go to sleep. If it rains in Xiangyang, Stone may be postponed. Meng Zhijing said sullenly.

"If you don't come, you have to do what you have to do. It's one thing to show others, it's another thing to do things in a down-to-earth manner. ”

"What's the matter today, early in the morning, Uncle Fang sent a nameless karmic fire, and now someone is talking in a weird way. Hey, eat and sleep. ”

Meng Zhijing slapped the chopsticks on the table with a snap, Zhang Yan and Niu Ben Wang exchanged glances vigorously, lowered his head, buried his face in the bowl, and just pulled the rice into his mouth.

For a while, there was a loud sound of eating and eating in the house, mixed with the sound of rain outside the house, more like some kind of animal, which made people have the urge to escape.

"Hey, hahaha," suddenly Meng Zhijing's tense little face bloomed, and he pointed at Gong Yi and laughed.

Zhang Yan held the bowl and looked at Meng Zhijing suspiciously, not knowing whether the son had sheep ringworm or psorias.

"Brother Meng, don't point to me. I've finished eating. Gong Nian Huai pointed to the dishes on the table.

"I'm done too." Zhang Yan understood, put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and turned his elbow to Wang Dali beside him.

"Oh," Wang Dali looked up, I don't know if he understood, anyway, except for him and Niu Ben, who were still holding bowls, everyone else was looking at the two of them.

"Oh, okay, I'll clean up, I have to go see Li Tie and his son." Wang Dali stood up and took the initiative to take the task of delivering the food box to him, and also put forward a reason. I guess he is happy in his heart, Nima's, with these masters, it's too restrictive, the farther away the better.

"That ......"

"Niu Ben, don't go anywhere, go to the front yard and keep guard." Zhang Yan glared at Niu Ben, wanting to hide and take all the depression on himself, no way.

Wang Dali walked out of the room with a big food box, Niu Ben looked at Wang Dali enviously, if he bit his finger in his mouth again, it would be more appropriate.

"Brother Wang, greet Li Tie for the younger brother, oh, you bring some ...... to Li Tie" Gong Yi Nian Huai thought about it, how could Li Tie also come for himself, although he used the demon law to cure Li Tie's malaria, but he can't be arrogant, and playing with a small person will not make him taller, but will appear more despicable.

Gong Nian Huai shouted Wang Dali, his hand touched his body, and he didn't find a penny when he touched it, and he had some dollars in his backpack, but in this time and space, dollars are just a pile of exquisite drawing paper, and wiping his butt is too hard, far less affordable than a steel crash.

But since he came to this time and space, he has never touched the coins of this era, where can he have the money to help Li Tie?