Chapter 21 is the beginning of the courtyard

After finishing washing, Gong Nian Huai put the sandalwood toothbrush into his backpack. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAs a descendant of the Gong Yi clan, how can I not see the artistic value of this sandalwood toothbrush. Brushing your teeth with a toothbrush like this is a terrible thing.

Gong Yi Nianhuai followed Meng Zhijing to the front yard. It's still the big grinding disc. There was a large basket on the large grinding plate, and the fragrance entered the nostrils before the person approached.

There are several porcelain bowls around the big basket, white porcelain, clear and detached. Holding such a porcelain bowl and drinking golden millet porridge, the color contrast is strong.

It's just that Gong Yi Nianhuai can't bear to drink millet porridge with such a porcelain bowl, and he feels a little like driving a BMW to beg. It's incongruous.

When he got closer, he found that there were several kinds of pasta in the basket.

"Steamed buns, baked cakes, steamed buns," Gong Nian Huai counted in the same way.

"Nian Huai, this is a ring cake, a hu cake, and a steamed bun."

"Where are the steamed buns?" Gong Yi Nianhuai saw that there were three kinds of pasta in the basket, how could Meng Zhijing say three things.

Meng Zhijing pointed to the buns, "This is steamed buns,"

Gong Nian Huai picked up a bun, looked at it, and made sure it was stuffed, "Brother Meng, you are a bun, how did you become a steamed bun?" ”

"Nian Huai, this is a steamed bun, when did it become a bun?"

"This is the bun, and the stuffed bun is the bun. This is unstuffed, is there no stuffing? ”

"What has no filling is a pie, and this ring cake, Hu cake, is a cake without a filling."

"I have eaten steamed buns for half my life, and I have eaten the wrong one. I ate the buns as steamed buns. No, I ate the buns as steamed buns. Alas, it's not right either, hey,"

"What are you arguing about, don't come and help." Fang Qiong's voice came from behind her.

"Oh, Uncle Fang, there's more. What are these, hehe, that's a lot. Gong Nian Huai looked back and saw that Fang Qiong was holding a red lacquer tray with several small plates on it. Each small plate contains some side dishes.

"Spicy radish, spicy melon, what is this?" Gong Nian Huai wanted to take the tray in Fang Qiong's hand, but when he saw these side dishes, he counted them again. He was genuinely curious.

"It's light salt, boy, don't take it yet."

Gong Yi Nianhuai snatched the tray from Fang Qiong's hand, "And lettuce, what kind of dish is this?" ”

Meng Zhijing stretched out his head and looked, "It's salt mustard." ”

Gong Nian Huai put the tray on the grinding plate, and took out the small plates one by one and placed them on the grinding plate. I saw a tray on the grinding disc again, and Gong Nian Huai saw that this tray was too large, and there were four casserole-like jars on it.

A soldier-like figure is taking four casseroles out of a tray and placing them on a grinding plate. Each jar has a spoon in it.

Fang Qiong picked up the spoon and stirred it, "Nianhuai, here are Qibao vegetarian porridge, five-flavor meat porridge, corn porridge, jelly bean porridge, which one do you drink?" ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai leaned over and sniffed each jar, "Uncle Fang, each person only drinks one?" I want to drink all four, what should I do? ”

"Hey, half-size, eat poor man. Come on your own and eat as much as you want. Come on, eat quickly, there's still work. ”

"Uncle Fang, would you like a bowl of Qibao vegetarian porridge? Okay, Qibao vegetarian porridge is here, Uncle Fang uses it slowly. Gong Nian Huai gave Fang Qiong a small half bowl of porridge and handed it to Fang Qiong, Meng Zhijing didn't care, picked up a small fine porcelain bowl, and didn't care whether the porridge was worthy of this white fine porcelain, first filled a sharp bowl from the five-flavor meat porridge, and with a sound, most of the bowl of porridge was gone, and then turned around, and the fine porcelain bowl was left at the bottom of the bowl.

Another bowl of jelly bean porridge goes down to the stomach, and the taste seems to be more to your liking than the five-flavor meat porridge. After the corn porridge was put into the stomach, Gong Yi Nianhuai forgot about this porridge.

After pouring the Qibao vegetarian porridge into his mouth, Gong Yi Nianhuai regretted giving Fang Qiongsheng a lot. After turning around, this porridge is the best.

Four bowls of porridge in the stomach, Gong Yi Nianhuai then remembered that he could sit down and eat, a handful of steamed dumplings, no, it was a ring cake, a baked cake, a stuffed steamed bun, and side dishes were also tasted.

"Uncle Fang, Brother Meng, you can eat it too, this spicy radish tastes soft, the spicy taste is not authentic, and the taste is still good. Haha,"

Meng Zhijing knocked on the fine porcelain bowl with chopsticks, "The porridge is gone." ”

Gong Nian Huai puffed out his cheeks, and watched Meng Zhijing knock on the fine porcelain bowl in horror, for fear of knocking off this white bowl, this is all Song porcelain, the pinnacle of porcelain making, every one placed in the future generations, can cause a sensation in the auction world. Do you dare to knock with chopsticks? Loser!

"Oh, the porridge is gone? The jar is smaller, change it to a bigger one. There are also steamed buns, come, Uncle Fang, come to a baked cake, it's gone? Who eats so fast? ”

Gong Yi Nianhuai stretched out his hand and pulled it into the basket, but it was empty, and the basket was empty.

"Hehe, the basket is too small. It's like a plate. Otherwise, you can eat some side dishes, and I'll go get some more. ”

Gong Nian Huai is very worried about his body, and the amount of food is too big. It seems that Fang Qiong and Meng Zhijing only drank a bowl of porridge, steamed dumplings and baked cakes, and each of them only ate one, and this grinding plate entered their stomachs.

"Oh, Uncle Meng, I haven't seen it since I got up, no, haha," Gong Nian Huai had no choice but to change the topic, and when he had something in his stomach, his head became active again, and then he remembered that he hadn't seen Meng Hui since he got up.

"Take care of the Lord's own affairs, and you don't have to worry about it. I've almost eaten it, so take it down. Oh, Nianhuai, if you are hungry, go to the kitchen and find something to eat. Fang Qiong stood up and said to Gong Nian Huai while cleaning up the dishes.

Gong Nian Huai was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and smiled stupidly.

"Uncle Fang, Yan Zuotou is here, waiting outside the door." At this time, a soldier walked in from outside the courtyard gate and reported after giving a salute.

"Yan Fang? Tell him to come in, and take these down. Fang Qiong commanded, picked up the rag and wiped the grinding disc.

Meng Zhijing took the gargle bucket and rinsed everyone's mouth.

"Brother Meng, what is the head?" Gong Yi Nianhuai listened curiously, and asked Meng Zhijing in a low voice.

"The head of the work is the head of the work house. This strict prescription should be the head of the firearm. Meng Zhijing also replied in a low voice.

"What is the Shoin?" There are many questions about Gong Yi Huai, because these names do not match the knowledge in his head.

"The workshop is a workshop for making weapons."

"Workshop?" In later generations, the workshop was also called a small workshop, which refers to a small factory with small scale and low technical content.

As soon as this term jumped into the brain of Gong Yi Nianhuai, he was not interested, a small workshop owner, and not the CEO of a large enterprise, was not worth paying attention to.

Gong Yi Nianhuai sat on the stone bench, his back against the grinding plate, his legs were cocked, and he was shaking, so that he could digest the food, and the food was indeed a little supportive.

A person walked in outside the door, wearing a hat on his head, with two belts floating behind him, just like Fang Qiong's dress, and wearing a Taoist uniform, and walked over.

This person is in his thirties, and his age is similar to that of Meng Heng and Wang Jian.

As soon as he saw this person, Gong Yi Nianhuai felt a little like seeing the same kind. What kind? It's the technician.

Unconsciously let go of Nian Huai's legs.

"Yuan Zhi has seen Steward Fang."

"Yuan Zhi, come, sit, sit. I came here so early, and I haven't had breakfast yet. Fang Qiong took Yan Fang's hand and sent it straight to the stone bench.

Yan Fang sat with his buttocks crooked, "Steward Fang, how dare Yuan Zhi bother, he has already used it." What the Lord needs is on the way. Yuan Zhi came over to see what else the housekeeper needed. ”

Yan Fang spoke, but his eyes kept glancing at Gong Yi Nianhuai. He just nodded to Meng Zhijing, and Meng Zhijing only nodded in greeting, and did not show the hospitality he deserved.

Anyway, this is a matter between them, and Gong Nian Huai has no intention of paying attention to the relationship between them. Since Fang Qiong didn't introduce him, then he will sit here and be a Buddha.

"Whatever the Lord commands, Fang will do. As for other needs, I have to consult the father-in-law. Yuan Zhi, let's get to know, this is the son of a public loser. ”

Is the hospital so unwelcome?

"Male loser?" Yan Fang's eyes showed a trace of doubt, his eyes stared at Gong Yi Nian Huai and kept looking, but his butt was not idle, he rose from the stone bench, arched his hand, and said in his mouth, "Ah, Gong Loser Son, long Yang, long Yang." ”

"The kid has seen Yan Zuotou."

No matter what, he is also a small workshop owner, and when he heard this, he was called by Meng Heng, and he couldn't lose his courtesy, so Gong Nian Huai still gave a complete salute.

"Vice-head, vice-head. I don't know what to do with what Childe wants, and if I don't do it carefully, it's very dangerous. ”

"Yuan Zhi, this is the son of a public loser." Fang Qiong patted Yan Fang and asked him to sit down, and his words were a little ambiguous.

"Yes, yes, Gongzi." Yan Fang also wondered, you have already told me that this half-grown child is a loser, and I also call it that, why do you still remind me? Could it be that this kid has some great background? It's not like ah, looking at Fang Qiong's demeanor, this loser boy seems to be a junior of his family. The juniors of your Fang family, what does it matter to me, is it worth reminding me again and again? Be all abroad!

"Steward Fang, you value the Gongzi, so Yuan Zhi has to warn of the dangers of these things." Yan Fang's meaning is also very clear, if it is a different person, where will I get so much nonsense.

"Ahh Okay, okay, that's how it should be, Yuan Zhi, your brother-in-law has been dead for a year, and your sister should also find a home, if you like it, do you have a favorite, or else, I'll be a middle-aged person and find a good home for your sister-in-law? ”

When Yan Fang heard Fang Qiong's words, his face was a little long, and the boss was unhappy in his heart, "Thank you Steward Fang, my little sister's family has been found." ”

"Got it?" Fang Qiong's face was a little disappointed, "Oh, that's good." I just don't know what is the family's situation? ”

Yan Fang's face grew an inch longer, and his lips trembled slightly. "Good. There is no need for Steward Fang to work hard, and Yuan Zhi will never wronged the little sister. ”

"Yuan Zhi, it's hard to talk about things. Whether you are wronged or not, you have to look at your ability. You are fifty years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, and the first four years of this work is four years, and Uncle Fang can't look at it. ”

Yan Fang's face began to darken, "Steward Fang, a certain has always been diligent and loyal to the country, not for anything." ”