When Lu Pan returned home, he went straight to his "research room".

Study his artillery combat vehicle.

The number one big girl next to Mrs. Guogongfu, in front of the door of the "research room", Nuo Nuo didn't dare to make a sound, and gave Junko a look with anticipation.

Junko shook his head, meaning that he had already said it, but there was no way, it was useless for the eldest lady and the third lady to go back to the house, and it was useless to think about the dinner, even if the wife came to call it in person. The young master said, don't disturb.

Also, you must know that the young master of his family is the most impatient to accompany a few sisters to eat and drink, not to mention that the third lady also brought her husband's cousin.

Miss Biao always thinks about coming to the Guogong Mansion, and when she is free, she will ask the third lady to go back to her parents' house, what does this mean is too obvious, how can the young master show up.

Besides, I was really anxious to go in and study the wheel shaft, because I just went out of the house to talk to a few craftsmen, and it is estimated that my mind is full of precious chariots.

The big girl had no choice but to leave silently.

Junko looked at the back of the big girl and sighed.

He knew that his wife had lowered her requirements very much on the issue of the young master's wife, and she no longer wanted to be the right person, but only to look at the right eye.

Of course, it's rare to find the right one.

They don't need that.

Madame only begged the young master to settle down quickly.

At Mrs.'s place, it is estimated that she is pondering: you have to set a person, you can't have a room, the maids are not allowed to get close, the maids in the yard are not allowed to rub the fat powder, and if you don't marry a wife, whoever changes the old lady will have a headache. What's more, if the young master of his family gets married, it will take a long time. According to her age, it is indeed time to determine whose girl it is.

Can?

Junzi has always had a sentence in her heart, I don't know if to say it or not, I have been holding it for a long time.

That is: Madam, you are vain, because you and the young master are asymmetrical.

Judging from the young master's various performances, he analyzed that the young master felt that these women were boring.

You know how to eat and drink, you know how to rub fat and powder, you know how to follow the rules and regulations of a noble girl, and make some poems that are not painful.

For example, in the poems of those women, there will never be the pride on the back of the horse, let alone the poems of delicate feelings after galloping on the battlefield, when the young master also turned his back with tears in his eyes. Therefore, they don't have it, they can't do it, no matter how big the name of a talented woman is, they can't write it into the young master's heart, and they don't understand the love in the young master's heart, so can they be connected?

Anyway, Junko doesn't know how to express it, so what does it mean? Either you know the young master very well, you can either be more interesting, you or, well, even if you will study the artillery chariot with the young master.

In short, you have to have something, what do you want, why should the young master wronged himself to marry you home?

Can't you pretend to be a good wife and a noble daughter as soon as you go home in the future, hand you a handkerchief and ask if you have eaten, hand a pestle to you next to you with an artillery tool, and have to endure not yawning, and then report the little thing in the courtyard of the deep house?

Imagine that he didn't like that kind of day, how could the young master endure it.

"Master Shun." Junko's subordinates, the little apprentice he brought with him smiled and trotted all the way over, and whispered a few words to Junzi.

Junzi waved his hand, meaning to get out quickly, and then he continued to complain in his heart about this pile of what he didn't have, and by the way, he stood guard at the door loyally.

It wasn't until the time of the lamp that Lu Pan coughed in the house, and Junzi was able to enter the house.

Yes, he is not worthy of seeing the young master's chariot, and he has to chop off his dog paws if he touches it.

It is only this that Junzi feels that Lu Pan is the young master of the Guogong Mansion.

Because whoever makes Lu Pan a real baby, Lu Pan has a kind of domineering, that is, no one is allowed to touch anyone, no one.

But in other respects, it is not quite the same, and it is not even as good as the young masters of some third- and fourth-grade officials. What kind of things are those people, those things are all pompous, but in addition to loving cleanliness, the young master of his family doesn't talk about eating or drinking, and he doesn't like the most useless pomp.

Shunzi handed over the hot cloth and found that Lu Pan was in a good mood, he had nothing to say and said, young master, do you still have an impression of that group of refugees? The one in Renjia Village, the child who can scold, Young Master Xie and his sister......

"Say."

"Ah, hehe, I didn't expect the young master to really remember. The gang brought fresh food today, and it is said that they wanted to recruit them, so they thought about bringing them to you. Don't say it, they're quite grateful. ”

Shunzi had a clever mouth, he didn't mention Xiao Quanzi and told him that it was left to him by Song Fusheng, and he left it to Shunzi Ye by name, he said that it was given to Lu Pan, "It's called garlic yellow, Xiao Quanzi said, look at it, it's leek yellow, he brought it to our yard, do you want to taste it?" ”

Lu Pan stretched out his arm, motioned for Junzi to change his clothes, and asked, "The kid is here too?" He's still wearing adult clothes? ”

Hello, look at what you said, it really surprised Junko.

It sounds like the young master has an impression of that child, and his attention to that child is far higher than that of those beautiful girls.

Then he had to pay more attention when he replied.

Also, it was a few words from that kid that made those big corrupt officials lose their heads.

"Probably not. But don't worry, young master, you rewarded him with a hundred taels of silver last time, and you can also feel from the child's reply that his uncle and aunt should treat him like a parent, and it is estimated that he will not bend him if he has money. ”

Lu Pan nodded.

……

Song Fusheng didn't know that his family Mi Shou had already registered on Lu Pan.

If he wants to see the land, it is equivalent to the difficulty of Shu Road and the difficulty of going to the blue sky. If his Mi Shou comes to see him, it is estimated that if someone can help inform him, Lu Pan will really be able to see him.

Even now, he didn't know that Mi Shou already had such a powerful popularity, and at this time, under the propaganda of Boss Guo, Mi Shou had become the most blessed person in the eyes of everyone.

After telling through Boss Guo one by one, everyone was much more trustworthy than when they first heard about it, and followed Mi Shou to ask: "Just last time, Mi Shou, did the little general tell you?" ”

"That's all I said."

"What did you say?" Grandpa Song asked.

Hey, I'm so tired, Mi Shou really thinks that everyone has a bad memory, so why did he ask a few times and ask.

The point is, he won't tell everyone the most critical sentence.

Don't scold people, he won't tell him, that doesn't mean that he has fallen into the net, and his uncle should beat him.

Thinking of his uncle, Qian Mishou asked in the envious eyes of several adults, "Where is my uncle?" ”

Grandpa Song was stunned with a cigarette pouch in his mouth, but no, Fusheng hadn't daunted him much since he came back from the city.

The old man led Mi Shou and got up to go to the pepper base, but he was not there, only Qian Peiying was serving the seedlings.

Entering Song Fusheng's house, it happened that Song Fusheng was lying on the kang and writing and drawing with charcoal.

It can be seen that he is lying on the kang as if he is getting more and more excited, and his face is slightly red.

"Grandpa, come on, look at my design."

"What?"

Song Fusheng said that he had thought about it, building a house in the spring, not building a big bungalow one by one, it was boring and unsafe.

He was going to build a fort, a two- or three-story house, and then it would be surrounded by a high circular wall, and then the big iron gate would be closed. Facing the river, build another watchtower.

Song Fusheng's creative concept comes from the Hakka tulou.

But in the north, the foundation has to be dug deeper, the walls are thicker, and the heating of the two-story building of the family has to be pondered, because unlike the southerners, they can survive the winter without heating.

However, no matter how difficult it was, he still had to build this kind of tulou-style complex.

At the same time, in the cake room, Song Fuling showed her a new finished product of a six-inch cake.

On the finished product, there are red flowers with spirits, covered with six-inch cake noodles, and a real small birthday cake is launched.

Mrs. Ma was shocked, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth, and after a while, the first sentence was: "Can you eat flowers?" ”

"Yes, it's with our carrots, fried juice, and color adjustment."

After Song Fuling finished speaking, she tilted her head and smiled at Mrs. Ma and said, "Milk, do you dare to do it?" ”

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