Ye Qing and Ji Nanshan tried to make two varieties of brown sugar pot kui and pork pot kui at home.

So he asked a carpenter to make a mobile snack cart and sell pots on a busy street about a mile away from his home.

It's early in the summer.

Every day, the stall is out at dawn.

At the end of the day, the stall was closed.

The daily limit is only 400 pots, and when they are sold out, they will close the stall and go home, and the business is so good that it is often sold out before the end of the day.

Use the pot to cover up.

The husband and wife were unaware, and secretly exchanged messages with the Wen family of the God of War Mansion to keep the news flowing.

Shao Fu.

"In the past two days, those two are still peaceful?" Shao Mingchen sat behind the bookcase and asked the person who was watching.

"Back to the master, Tang Dazhuang and the Zhou family are still honest and peaceful, even when they encountered a few nonsense and forced to buy the pot when they closed the stall today, they were entangled by a few official children who were forced to buy the pot, and when they were smashed into the stall, their husband and wife did not beat the name of Shao Mansion to take advantage of the situation to deter each other."

Hear this.

Shao Mingchen nodded with satisfaction, put down the teacup in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then said: "From now on, all the people who are watching will be withdrawn, so as not to be self-defeating, but to arouse the ideas of people with intentions." ”

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, after their stall was smashed, did those officials continue to trouble them?"

"No, the patrol people happened to pass by at that time, and it was the children of the official family who took the initiative to cause trouble after drinking flower wine, and the matter was revealed after accompanying some silver."

"That's good."

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Shao Li has been in the capital since he returned.

I have been feeling uncomfortable.

There are so many beautiful little maids in the house, but they can only look at them, not touch them, and they can't eat them.

Thinking of the last time the housekeeper overheard his words with the little beauty, he turned his head and told him about his cheap father, which caused him to almost have his ears calloused by his father.

Beautiful women can't play.

Don't even think about beautiful men.

Even the previous ambition to make a career has been shattered.

Now I don't even have the freedom to go out.

Every day, she pretends to be a seven-year-old little Lori, who is tired, and her heart is even more tired.

There is no one to speak to the heart.

There is no entertainment and pastime that he wants to play.

Ate and slept every day, slept and ate.

I feel like I'm going to turn into a pig.

The red sun is scorching, and the heat wave in the air is churning, and the midsummer in the capital can be very difficult.

At this time.

Shao Li slumped on a chair in the shade of the trees in the courtyard, and sighed every moment with his head bowed.

"Hey~~~"

"Miss, what is wrong with you? Why don't you go and ask someone to quickly get a doctor to take a look back at you? ”

"Xiaomei...... Little peach, I'm ...... I feel uncomfortable, I'm locked in the yard every day, it's so boring~~~" Shao Li's face was covered with a book, and his tone was full of resentment and bitterness: Lao Tzu is a terminal illness that will die if he doesn't go out of the house to play.

"......" Xiao Tao was speechless for a moment: Miss has really changed a lot since she came back, she seems to be smarter than before, and her personality is much more lively, but she is too playful, and she wants to run out of the house every day.

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Time passed day by day.

Temperatures are also getting hotter.

Night.

Ji Nanshan held a pu fan in one hand to fan the wind for his wife and himself, held his wife's hand with the other, leaned sideways close to her ear and whispered: "Daughter-in-law." ”

"Huh?" Ye Qing is here to be the eldest aunt today, and the weather is hot, and her spirit is very bad, so she answered drowsily.

Ji Nanshan's expression was a little dignified, and he spoke slowly in a low voice.

"I think...... This year's annual harvest may not be good......"