Others put down their work and scrambled to ask Kong Fang to name themselves, including cloth shops, grocery stores, and even coffin shops......

Those who don't have shops are not far behind.

They don't have shops, but they have children and grandchildren, and if adults can name them, they can get the official spirit of adults, and what if they can become officials when they grow up?

Suddenly, Wanmin Kiln Chicken became the Wanmin Naming Association.

Kong Fang looked at the heads of Wu Yang who were huddled together, and his scalp was numb. There are thousands of people in front of him, if they meet their requirements one by one, will Lao Tzu die of all the crystals?

On second thought, this metaphor is inappropriate.

Phew, Phew, Phew......

He even spat on it.

Du Xinwu brought a group of old men up to train them, you just trouble the county magistrate for this little thing, you see the crowds, even if the adults have the heart, they are powerless, do you want to exhaust the adults?

You black-hearted ......

Du Xinwu's cane paused to the ground, and his face showed anger.

Although the richest man is not an official, he still has a lot of weight in his words in the neighborhood, and what he said makes sense.

So, the people dispersed and resumed their work.

Only the widow Pan and Wu Dalang, who were stained with light, had the complacent feeling in their hearts written directly on their faces.

Wu Dalang's little short-legged elephant was equipped with a motor, and suddenly ran from east to west; Suddenly, it jumped from west to south......

He can't wait to let everyone know that the baked cake he made is the first baked cake in Qinghe.

Who is that, don't be unconvinced, the first cake in Qinghe was sealed by the magistrate himself, not by Lao Tzu.

The man named retorted angrily:

"Wu Dalang, what are you stinking about? What have you seen your pancakes look like? What does it smell like? He casually said, "Do you believe it too?" ”

“……”

The small motor suddenly had a short circuit, and Wu Dalang couldn't run, but his mouth was still stubborn: "Anyway, Lao Tzu's baked cakes are the first in Qinghe, so you guys should be jealous!" ”

Widow Pan's psychology is stronger than that of Wu Dalang, and the old lady is Tofu Shih Tzu. What's the matter, don't accept it? If you don't accept it, you will bite me?

Regardless of all kinds of envious, jealous and hateful eyes, the water snake's waist twisted, and her little electric buttocks trembled, setting off a hurricane, I don't know how many small families she almost overturned.

Even Kong Fang quietly swallowed his saliva several times, wondering if he would go to the willow tips with her, after about three watches.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

Ximen Feixue suddenly appeared, frightening Kong Fang into cardiac arrest for three seconds. He lifted his foot and kicked it, you are so damn that you don't make a sound when you walk.

Simon Feixue looked innocent.

I have a sound when I walk, are you too fascinated by it? Boss, shall we talk?

What to talk about?

Kong Fang's heart was full of alarm bells.

This kid is a night owl, and there must be nothing good about it. But don't you forget that Lao Tzu is Boos, annoy Lao Tzu and fire you squid every minute?

Believe it or not?

Ximen Feixue smelled danger in Kong Fang's eyes, so he immediately changed to a smiling face, a humble face that only working boys have.

"My lord, you work hard day and night, it's really hard, why don't you take a break and leave the work of the kiln chicken to me?"

He reached for the hoe in Kong Fang's hand.

"That's it?"

Kong Fang maintained a high level of vigilance. Xiao Xianrou is known as a workplace rectifier, and if he doesn't trouble the boss every day, even if they are obedient, he will take the initiative to grab it?

"Simon Feixue, your brain is not in the water, is it?"

Ximen Feixue glanced at Kong Fang resentfully.

"Boss, how can you say that about your bodyguard? The brain function of this bodyguard is normal, and the three views are correct. I'm not one of those little fresh meat who has low eyes, what to do, and complain about the first place. ”

Kong Fang didn't have time to pay attention to him, and bowed his head to teach people to build kilns.

Ximen Feixue was bored, he wanted to be Xiuxiu and handsome in Sword Mountain again. They trusted him the most, and they didn't even avoid him when they showed affection, and let him eat countless dogs......

Oh, it's monkey food.

…………

In winter, the west sinks, and the earth is dark.

on the square.

There were several bonfires, and the flames were blazing.

Hundreds of small earthen kilns are thriving.

The roast lamb is bubbling with oil, and the meat is fragrant. The young man and his aunt sang and danced around the bonfire, and the dance steps and songs were a bit like the folk songs and dances in the western region in the previous life.

On a whim, Kong Fang improvised a street dance, at his level, if he was placed in his previous life, he would not have entered the stream at all, but in the Daxing Dynasty, he instantly fascinated these little young girls.

They screamed loudly, their faces full of adoration, they completely forgot Kong Fang's identity, and in their eyes he was no longer a high official.

He is the pioneer of the trend of Daxing Dynasty!

They are role models!

They ignored Du Xinwu's fiery gaze and pestered Kong Fang to teach them to learn hip-hop. Kong Fang didn't expect the young people of the Daxing Dynasty to have such an unrestrained personality, they are not ancients at all.

What era does the Daxing Dynasty belong to?

Slave society?

Feudal society?

Or the Stone Age?

Anyway, it won't be at the same level as the previous life!

But how did they come from such a previous life? Young people like hip-hop, and little widows dare to boldly make a ...... Come, God tell Lao Tzu, what's going on?

……

It was late at night.

After the carnival, the square is full of people, and the charcoal of the bonfire blows with the night breeze, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Kong Fang returned to the backyard of the county government with the reluctant gaze of Widow Pan.

Fang Shiqing's boudoir was still lit.

"Sir."

Xiaohong came up with a plate of hot water, and she tried to make herself look natural, but the roots of her ears were still hot. The oolong in the morning was really embarrassing, and she couldn't let go.

Kong Fang seemed to have forgotten, took the hot water, washed his face and burned his feet.

"Master, Madame asked me to tell you to enter the door softly, don't disturb her." Xiaohong whispered, thinking about the two benches in the corner. I couldn't help but feel aggrieved for the master.

But it is difficult for a Qing official to cut off family affairs, not to mention that she is not an official, just a servant.

She thought again, the old man is so pitiful, he married a lady like a flower, but he was forced to stay a widow.

No, the widow is talking about a woman, and the lord is not a woman.

……

She thought about it all the time, and then, feeling pity, she crouched down and washed his feet.

Looking at Xiaohong's back, Kong Fang inadvertently remembered the ambiguity between him and her in the morning, and thought that Xiaohong was beautiful and kind, but she cheapened her husband.

In what lifetime did that kid get the blessing to marry such a good wife? He couldn't help but look at Fang Shiqing's hidden door, the bed made of benches on the wall, and he felt sad for a while.

Alas, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read!

"Old man......"

Xiaohong lowered her voice and wanted to speak. Kong Bian said: "If you have anything to say, there are no outsiders here anyway." ”

Well.

Xiaohong lowered her head again and whispered:

"Master, Madame is the woman you are marrying, if she doesn't agree to have sex with you, you can discipline her, or beat her, this is not a violation of the king's law."