Junko took the book and flipped through it quickly.

Xiao Quanzi looked at him suspiciously: "Master, what are you writing?" The young master left with a calm face.

Junko stared at the book: Hold the grass, where is this the person who leaked out.

"Go and find out to me where you got it and where he comes from."

Xiao Quanzi turned his head and was about to leave.

Junzi shouted to him: "Wait, you have to find out who else this book has been sold, it will be ** in the future, and it is not allowed to be sold again." ”

Lu Pan in the bedroom, took off his clothes and sat on the couch shirtless.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, mainly because the writing was so good, and he even wrote what Song Fuling was wearing at that time. From the description, you can feel pretty, as if you are standing in front of you.

He hadn't seen the fat girl in men's clothes.

The fluff on the fat girl's face is written.

What black men's clothing, white skin.

This is really, Lu Ban gritted his teeth: the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

"Young master, the little one will ask someone to tie up the person who wrote the book. The little one will whip him with a whip and you will watch. Which dog he writes by hand, the smaller one will smoke him, and let him write nonsense. ”

Lu Pan pulled his face.

Junzi was anxious, don't, young master, you are so indifferent to me, isn't this vexatious.

tentatively leaned forward: "Young master, can't you dissipate your anger if you tie it up?" But the man wasn't enough to feed the fish in the river, was he? ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and left: "The little one should feed him to the fish." ”

"Stop."

Lu Pan was originally quite depressed, and let Shunzi stir up so nonsense, almost laughing angrily, when he was something.

And the straight has already figured out:

Early tomorrow morning, let the coachman take a private trip and not tell the young master.

Pretended to be unintentional, and let the young master see with his own eyes what kind of shabby and dejected person who wrote the book.

Because in Junko's heart, he thinks: Young master, if you are angry that Miss Poria was written into the book, it makes sense.

But if your anger is mixed with lack of confidence, it is really unnecessary.

If you think that way, do you think too much of them, or do you think of yourself? There's no comparison, isn't it?

Not to mention that there is a difference of 108,000 miles in other aspects, just say that with your face, who can compare.

Early in the morning of the second day.

In the morning on the shore of the land, he was reading a book inside, but he didn't know that the car had made a short detour.

When I parked, I thought I had reached the bridge in front of the palace and was about to get out of the car.

Junko lifted the curtain and said with a smile: "Young master, look, that person is the one who writes books, he?" ”

Junko pointed to the finger in the distance, and suddenly paused.

I only saw that after "Yang Kang" was called out by the bookstore shopkeeper, he appeared in a cloth suit.

The cloth was white, clean, and the figure was thin and straight.

The main thing is that looks, it's really indistinguishable from the young master, ah no, phew!

Junko: It's really long enough for a human-faced beast.

"Yang Kang" looked in the direction of the carriage.

Lu Pan in the carriage, dressed in court clothes, was also looking at him with the curtain lifted.

The moment the two of them looked at each other, "Yang Kang" paused, first avoiding Lu Pan's scrutinizing eyes, and wondering in his heart.

And after a few seconds of sluggishness, this time he deliberately turned around, no longer looking at the past with sideways curiosity.

"Yang Kang" faced the direction of the carriage and saluted seriously.

I don't know why I look at him, but the sleeves of the court clothes, and the four-horse cart, guarded by small servants and personal guards, represent a very high status, and it should be so.

In response to him, Lu Pan lowered the curtain: "Let's go." ”

Xiao Quanzi: "Master, what's wrong with you, after you came back from the battlefield, you always played abnormally. Hehe, I think I'm about to replace you. ”

Junko really wanted to kick him: "Get out." ”

It's early morning on the land side.

At this time, it was a morning in Renjia Village, which was called a strong atmosphere of life.

Smoke rises early in every household.

Mrs. Ma came to the gate and waved at the houses of several girls in the village who were carrying baskets: "Don't make noise, don't shout, our fat girl is still sleeping, don't go digging wild vegetables, don't go in the future, you go." ”

Mrs. Ma sent these girls away, and trotted again, grabbed Mi Shou, who was pouting and carrying her schoolbag to go to the school, and dragged other people's children's schoolbags without letting go.

Phew, Mrs. Ma spat at her thumb, picked up the small notebook with her fingers, squatted in front of Mi Shou, and asked for a while: "You say, how do you write an apology?" After a while, he asked: "What about the word longevity, the word Fu." ”

Mi Shou said: "Grandma, why bother, how about I write it for you?" ”

"No."

Well, Mishou took the branch and drew it on the ground.

Mrs. Ma hurriedly asked for a vacant place in the letter, and she had to guard against Mi Shou, squatting slightly sideways.

Before Mi Shou ran away with his schoolbag, he ran two steps and turned back, and suddenly said: "Grandma, in fact, you can't guard against me, I know that you wrote it to my brother and grandmother in the Guogong Mansion." ”

Mrs. Ma was shocked, "You stop me, how do you know?" ”

You ask, "Which one do you know?" Mi Shou winked: Guogong Mansion.

"Birthday star," who can you call the birthday star? Calling my brother's birthday star, I can't. There is a grandmother living in Nafu, is there still an "old" word in front of your birthday star? Old birthday boy.

"As for why Grandma apologized, if you don't want to say, I won't ask. My sister taught us to respect each other, even if it's our own family. ”

After speaking, I ran away with my schoolbag, or I was in a hurry.

Mrs. Ma waved her hand holding the letter: "Then you can say okay, you can respect me and respect me, and you are not allowed to tell them." ”

"I know."

Good baby, what a good baby, Mrs. Ma muttered the words that she couldn't help but be happy, and hurriedly went home.

used the early morning time to help the third daughter-in-law clean up the yard, and had to cook twice for the little granddaughter to heat it in the pot, and the rest of the family had finished eating, and the fat girl was still in the bed.

As for the housework of the "Nine Clans", including the eldest son and the second son, she has long been out of business, she is the "main leader".

Like San'er, only the main ones are grasped.

That's right, Mrs. Wang and her sisters need to feed the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats of the nine tribes, and there is no old lady Ma in the morning.

Mrs. Wang: "Gu Gu Gu Gu ......" is feeding the chickens.

Ge Erniu and Song Er's mother-in-law were responsible for touching the eggs and duck eggs.

There was a chicken that didn't lay this morning, and she slapped Ge Erniu's butt angrily: "It's a pixiu, I can't eat it." ”

After finishing this, the mothers-in-law poured out the place and went to oversee and instructed the daughters-in-law what to eat for those who helped with the work today.

That's all to be quantified, and it's pinched in your hand.

And the old men will come on the scene at this time and start sweeping the yard and cleaning up the chicken manure and duck droppings.

In the end, Grandpa Song held a small long stick, he commanded the duck at the front, and the big duck in front of the team beckoned a group of goose brothers behind him to go out to play.

At the same time, the riverside is a lively scene.

In the village, whether there are rich or not, as long as the family is fine, they will come out to net fish at this time before going to the field.

Some people who are in difficulty regard this matter as very important.

Standing on the self-built boat, the men shouted the trumpet and pulled the net.

On the shore, Uncle Fugui shook his ** head that was blown by the wind, looked at the scales, and reported "How many catties are in your family, how many catties are in his family." ”

Recently, they have recruited workers in various counties and villages, and they cannot go in vain to earn some fish money, and the middlemen earn the hard work of the price difference.

Although it is not much, it can still be earned by chewing cows.

What's more, they help sell fish, which is nothing to the rich families in the village, but it is really important to the families who don't have money.

Peasants, they don't have much money on hand.

And the family can't afford to buy a cattle cart, can't go far, how many fish can you pick with a burden?

It's not the same with their help.

At this moment, Song Fusheng came over to deliver the recruitment form. Workers in their family must fill out this form and put their fingerprints on it, and if they want to be hired and injured, they must also have a letter of guarantee issued by the village lizheng, or a joint guarantee of more than 10 households.