Whoop!

The crowing of a big rooster breaks the silence of the small courtyard.

Feng Rui got up early, and there are still many things to be busy today.

In the ear room, Feng Qi and the dazed little sister of the Zhou family also woke up.

Yesterday afternoon, Uncle Zhou went back alone, and went to prepare first, but he was afraid that the little sister of the Zhou family would walk slowly, so he left her behind.

The right room was also cleaned up.

Although it was said before that Zhou Wuji came to the sleeping gatehouse, why not use it since he has a house.

But Zhou Wujian finally slept in the concierge.

Because the sloppy old man occupies the right room.

Zhou Wuzhi didn't dislike the sloppy old man, but the sloppy old man said that he was not used to sleeping with people.

What a weird old man!

After breakfast, the ox cart and the coachman outside the courtyard also arrived.

"Little sister, you two are at home, I'll go with the second child."

Today, I want to move wood, and it's all heavy work, so Feng Rui doesn't plan to ask Feng Qi to follow.

Feng Qi was about to nod, but the sloppy old man spoke, "Let's go, let's go." ”

Feng Rui and Feng Qi looked at the sloppy old man strangely, why did they want to go.

The sloppy old man ignored it, put down the porridge bowl without two sips, stretched his waist and went out first.

Feng Rui is not a fool, and the white and sloppy old man must not be without a purpose.

The Feng family may have some secrets!

Where there is a secret, there is danger!

In the past two days, many people from the rivers and lakes have come, and since they are sloppy old men, they said to go together, so let's go together.

Three poles on the sun.

Fengrui and his party finally arrived at the nameless peak.

There are indeed many people in the rivers and lakes galloping on the official road, and fortunately, the official road is wide enough, otherwise I am afraid that there will be a fight.

Feng Rui secretly saw that whenever someone in the rivers and lakes rode by, the sloppy old man didn't glance at it, and it seemed very disdainful.

Under the Nameless Peak.

Uncle Zhou, Zhou Jialang, and a middle-aged man are already waiting there.

The middle-aged man was Zhang Laosan, and after a hurried introduction, everyone began to load wood into the car.

Although the nameless peak of the Fengrui family is not large, there are also a few large pine trees.

At the foot of the mountain, there are three or five piles that are not small, seventy or eighty centimeters in diameter, about four meters long, and one is about two sides of wood.

One has been opened into a wooden board of about two centimeters, and Uncle Zhou began to get busy when he came back from the city yesterday.

Loaded with a whole wood and added a good plank, about four square wood, a full four thousand catties, and fortunately listened to the carriage and horse to run errands, the lease is an ox cart.

It's just that when he wants to go back, the sloppy old man has to follow, and he has to follow the front chess.

Going back and forth for dozens of miles like this, Feng Rui didn't want his little sister to be tired.

What's more, there is a dead end under this nameless peak, there should be no people in the rivers and lakes, and there should be no danger.

"That's it, if that's the case, let's stay with the little chess." The sloppy old man didn't insist, but he pulled Feng Qi aside, took out a wooden sign from his arms and stuffed it into Feng Qi's sleeve, and pointed at the pine forest that exposed the three roofs, before he returned to the city with Feng Rui with peace of mind.

Although Feng Rui didn't want to get involved in fighting and killing, he couldn't suppress his curiosity when things were coming.

The Feng family must have a secret!

"Old man, you also know that I have amnesia, what the hell are you doing, did you tell me before?" Feng Rui asked tentatively.

The sloppy old man glanced at Feng Rui, "I'm just an old beggar, what do I do, it's up to you to be kind to you." ”

"I've told you about my amnesia, why don't you tell the truth?" Feng Rui was a little anxious.

The sloppy old man snorted, "You kid are still telling the truth?" You lost your mind, but I diagnosed it as an old beggar. It's just that the old beggar's medical skills are not good, I'm afraid I don't know if you are really lost or false... ”

"I'm really amnesiac! I forgot how I met you. Feng Rui bit his mouth and lost his memory, and then approached the sloppy side and said, "And the martial arts you taught me, I really can't remember half of it." ”

"There is a big dragon in my heart to pass the seven levels... The sloppy old man charged sharply in confusion and said something inexplicable.

"What's the dragon?" I really don't know what the mantra should be.

"Have you really forgotten the Dragon Descending Method?" The sloppy old man slapped Feng Rui on the back and tapped seven times from the tail vertebrae.

Feng Rui didn't feel anything other than a hint of itching, and then said to the sloppy old man, "What dragon lowering heart method?" That's it? ”

Behind the sharp point, the sloppy old man was silent again, his face full of incredulity.

The sloppy old man just used his internal force to open the seven levels on the sharp dragon, although there is only a trace of internal force, it should also be able to help the sharp hidden dragon out of the abyss, and temporarily transport out the first layer of the dragon heart method, but after the seven levels are completed, it is like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without the slightest reaction.

"It seems that something may really be on him, but for some reason, it's just that! Or ask the cow nose and the old bald donkey to take a look to find out... The sloppy old man muttered to himself.

"What's on me?" Feng Rui asked.

There's nothing strange about Feng Rui.

A few days ago, Feng Rui asked Xiaomei to boil a pot of water, take a hot bath, and check the whole body, except for some scars, there are no birthmarks, no tattoos, and no more bones or one less long that, pure and pure good guy.

"My chicken legs!" The sloppy old man's expression fell, and he returned to that lazy look, and he rushed out and said, "I can't finish eating the old beggar's chicken leg yesterday, and I want to kill two chickens today... ”

Seeing the sloppy old man like this, he would definitely not say anything more.

As for killing two chickens, one will cost thirty yuan.

Feng Rui quickly caught up with the ox cart in front of him, ignoring the sloppy old man.

The chickens still have to be killed, it's just a matter of one or two.

Feng Rui naturally killed only one, and added potatoes and lentils to stew the yellow stewed chicken.

The thick soup was paired with rice, and the coachman and Zhang Laosan who ate it were full of praise.

This time, both chicken legs belonged to the sloppy old man.

But it's also strange that people like the coachman and Zhang Laosan, who saw the sloppy old man for the first time, didn't dislike him, and looked at him with some fear in their eyes, even the big scalper who was eating grass outside the door was the same, mooing at others, and seeing the sloppy old man was like a little dog.

It is said that the beggar gang has a dog beating stick, but it also works for people and cattle.

After eating lunch and resting for a while, Zhang Laosan began to make tables, chairs and screen rails.

Zhang Laosan's craftsmanship is so-so, but he can make an appearance after all.

Sharp is not picky anyway.

The stool is directly sawn with barked pine wood, and the five-centimeter-thick straight cut is the stool surface, and then the mortise and tenon are connected to three legs, and a stool is completed.

It's wild, it's bold.

"Brother Rui, can this screen fence still be carved, but I am not fine, I really can't do it." Zhang Laosan's swarthy face showed a little shyness.

"Carving? No, no, no! Feng Rui hurriedly shook his head.

If there is a carved screen, it is necessary to use high-end tables and chairs.

There are high-end tables and chairs, and the two sets of blue and white porcelain that I bought myself are naturally not of high grade.

How much does it cost?

Sure enough, greed is endless, and Feng Rui stopped the idea early.

"But isn't this white pine board a little monotonous?" Zhang Laosan erected the screen railing, only the lower two places made mortise and tenon feet, and the windows were not opened for decoration.

Feng Rui touched it, but the third child scraped the loose board very silky, and it could be reflected.

"That's good, there's a light that can illuminate this small private room." Feng Rui is very satisfied.

When it was getting dark, Uncle Zhou rushed back with the sharp chess Zhou Wuji and Zhou Wutong.

In the evening, Feng Rui made a knife cut face.

This knife cut noodle is still the craft of Feng Rui who has studied for half a year in reality and is ready to open a snack shop by himself.

It's just the rent in reality, hey! It's all tears.

The willow leaf-like noodles fall into the boiling water, the same size, the thickness is even, and the slices are all put into the pot.

Feng Rui smiled and thought that he had not forgotten this craft, but he had not thought about brain memory and physical memory.

The sloppy old man outside the kitchen looked at the sharp-handed noodle cutting technique and nodded secretly, muttering, "The root is still there, but the internal force... ”

Knife-cut noodles are naturally paired with cheeks, today is too busy to fry the meat sauce is too late, but the spicy dogwood and hemp peppercorns are crushed, in the use of a big oil, the fragrance is also very beautiful, especially in this cold late autumn, a bowl of steaming knife-cut noodles can warm the heart of a wanderer.

The second day continued to be busy.

With Uncle Zhou and Zhou Wujian working together, it is even faster.

The tavern is already taking shape.

There is a counter more than two meters to the east of the entrance, and some small bits and pieces can be placed in addition to settling accounts.

Behind the counter, Zhang Laosan also made a shelf with a grid, but it was okay to be decent.

Behind the shelves are two small private rooms, which are not very decorated, only a table of eight immortals and four benches.

There are six square tables neatly placed in the west side of the door, but they are much smaller than the eight immortal tables in the private room, which can be done for four or five people.

The kitchen was also well organized.

The extra wood was sharp and asked Zhang Laosan to make a few sturdy shelves, so that it was more convenient to put things up.

In the west window of the kitchen, according to the sharp 'guidance', a water-operated fan that can make do with rotation was pecked out by Zhang Laosan, although it 'squeaks' when it turns, it can also smoke out the kitchen fumes.

The sun rises and sets, and the sun waits for no one.

Under the flickering oil lamp, he scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks to pick up the brush, but the pen was not paper, but a small square card, which was also pulled out by Zhang Laosan with the remaining wood, except that there was no burr and no other decoration, only an eye was used to wear a rope.

"Brother Rui, why don't you find a ghostwriter on a cloudy day?" Zhou Wuji looked at the hesitant Feng Rui and said.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please ghostwrite sir. Feng Rui hurriedly threw down the brush.

Xiaomei said that he had been studying privately for a few years, but it was the former Fengrui, and the current Fengrui had never touched the brush.

"It costs a lot of money to hire a ghostwriter!" Zhou Wutong looked at Feng Rui suspiciously.

She remembered that the Spring Festival couplets at home last year were written by Brother Rui, why couldn't she write them now?

Sister Qi said that Brother Rui had amnesia, did he forget even the words?

Looking at Zhou Wutong's disappointed face, he bit his sharp silver teeth and wrote the menu on the wooden card.

Let's not say that the words are beautiful and ugly, there are many traditional characters, and the current sharp really can't write.