With Yan Fangzhi and Li Huasheng suffering setbacks one after another, low-key faded out of people's field of vision, Lan Kwai Fong finally ushered in a wave of savage growth.

First of all, the ladies of Lin'an County who participated in the Dengke banquet, after seeing Miss Li wearing, they were moved, and after hearing that Lan Guifang only had three looms, two of which rushed to make the cloth of Liujia Cloth Village, they did not want money to buy it, and the value of brocade clothes was pushed to a new high, and the limelight was the same.

Waiting for the goods of Liujia Buzhuang to settle the account, Helan Yi took the account, and the dividends in the hands of Yan Fangxiang and Zhen Niang were net distributed, as high as two hundred and twenty taels of silver per person, and even Yang Qicheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it.

Yan Fangxiang once said arrogantly, saying that she wanted to make money to support her family, and not let Yang Qicheng earn the kind of money that would make her life.

At that time, Yang Qicheng thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect that in just a few months, Yan Fangxiang really did it.

Yang Qicheng has a hunch that if this trend develops for a few years, his family background is completely insufficient.

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October 16. It was advisable to move to the ground, and the Yang family moved into a new house.

The first to enter the courtyard, in front of the gate built a row of low inverted houses facing north and south, used as a room, a room and a firewood room, etc.; The east wing is a stable, thatched house, etc.; The west wing room is a well, a laundry room, etc.; The main room is a banquet living room, a meeting room, a guest bedroom, etc.

The middle courtyard is inhabited by Yang Qicheng and Yan Fangxiang; The north courtyard is inhabited by the two and three sons.

On the big day of moving, people from Liuhe Village and Lin'an City, who were familiar with each other, came over and sat at five tables.

Yan Fangxiang wanted to take charge of the spoon herself, but was pulled back by Yang Qicheng and sat down, and asked Zhang Hongying, Wang Yuemei, Chuncao, Chunhua and others to cook and cook, Yan Fangxiang, the hostess, became a useless ornament.

The dish was almost finished, Zhang Hongying came over with a bowl of noodles and put it in front of Yan Fangxiang, her tone was a little obscure: "Fangxiang, today is the day of moving, and it is also your birthday, my mother specially made longevity noodles for you, remember to eat it in one go, don't break it." ”

Yan Fangxiang's tears flowed down like a dam breaking down.

The Yan family is poor, and the two sisters Yan Fangxiang have never officially celebrated their birthdays since they were born.

Yan Fangxiang's only birthday was when Yan Erzhu was not dead, he secretly boiled an egg from the chicken coop, but when he gave it to Yan Fangxiang, he was seen by Yan Jianxun, and Zhang Hongying snatched most of it to Yan Jianxun.

A bowl of simple noodles caused Yan Fangxiang to lose her voice, the most important thing is that Zhang Hongying did not call her "Sanya", but "aroma", the fragrance of Yan Fangxiang, the fragrance of flowers in all seasons.

The day of moving was set by Yang Qicheng, and it was set by Yang Qicheng to let Zhang Hongying cook, Yan Fangxiang was like a mirror in her heart, all of this was Yang Qicheng's idea, he had her in his heart, and he was also subtly healing the wounds in the soft part of her heart.

The guests in the village were gone, and Helan Yi and Zhen Niang stayed behind to help pack up their things.

Yan Fangxiang secretly said to Yang Qicheng: "Xianggong, I know it's you, I have eaten all the noodles, and they haven't broken at all." ”

Yang Qicheng smiled slightly, took Yan Fangxiang's hand and walked to the bedroom: "Fangxiang, your birthday is only half over, and I have prepared a birthday gift for you in the bedroom." ”

Pushing open the bedroom door, there is an extra red hollow lacquer box on the dressing table.

Open the lid of the box, the lid is connected to the spring on the edge of the box, and a mirror is cleverly erected, and inside the box, there are eight round boxes, which are respectively filled with rouge gouache and other decorative objects.

So ingenious, so fine.

Just sighing, Yang Qicheng pulled Yan Fangxiang to the side of the bed again, and said warmly: "Go to bed, lie down." ”

Yan Fangxiang's face turned red as soon as she brushed it: "Xianggong, now, it's white, daytime, Sister Lan Yi and the others haven't left yet, and the door and door haven't been tied ......."

Yang Qicheng couldn't help laughing, reached into his arms, took out a red egg, and teased the lady: "Lady, what are you thinking in your head?" I want you to lie down and roll you a red egg......"

Yan Fangxiang immediately shut up, quickly got into bed, and lay down.

Yang Qicheng put the red egg on his forehead, and said in his mouth: "Rolling bad luck, rolling red luck; Rolling diseases go, rolling health comes; Roll the villain, roll the nobleman ......"

With the formula, the egg slowly moved down, and Yan Fangxiang was tickled all over, but he didn't dare to move, and said to Yang Qicheng cutely: "Xianggong, I've seen the villagers roll eggs on their birthdays, just turn around your waist, why do you roll all over your body?" ”

Yang Qicheng nodded firmly: "Roll all over the body, bad luck is gone, don't move, I'm starting to roll......"

The eggs did roll all over the body, not sparing the slightest, the tip of the nose, the lips, the neck, the chest, the waist, ...... All the way down.

Yang Qicheng's heart was not ironed.

This little lady of her own family sometimes looks extremely shrewd, how can she be so cute sometimes?

I took advantage of the gap between rolling eggs to steal a lot of tofu, but the lady didn't know it and waited for him to eat it honestly......

This unconscious temptation is deadly.

If it weren't for the daytime, Helan Yi and the others didn't leave, Yang Qicheng really wanted to tie the door and close the curtain directly, as the lady misunderstood...... Alas......

Yan Fangxiang didn't know the ripples in Yang Qicheng's heart, full of emotion, in her lifetime, someone finally remembered her birthday, and she could also roll red eggs and eat longevity noodles......

After rolling the red eggs and returning to the room, the three men bared their teeth and were happy: "Sister-in-law, you come with me." ”

Yan Fangxiang thought that the three men were also going to give her a gift, so she followed her to the door of the house and found that there was an extra stone stone in front of the door of the house.

(Note: Stone mill is a tool similar to a seesaw and used to pound rice)

The third lady pointed to Shi Jie's head: "Sister-in-law, sit up." ”

Is it difficult to let yourself pound rice noodles?

Yan Fangxiang sat up cutely, pressed it, pointed to the other end and said, "Sanyazi, you wash the rice heads, and then put the rice in the stone trough and trough......

The three men did not put a stone trough, but hung stone locks of different sizes on it.

Yan Fangxiang was lifted up little by little, and the two sides reached a balance.

The three men took off the stone locks one by one, pinched their fingers and counted them, bared their teeth, turned around and shouted to Yang Qicheng: "Big brother, eighty-eight pounds!" My sister-in-law married into our family, and she didn't suffer at all, and she gained eleven pounds! Grow three pounds of fat in a month......"

Yan Fangxiang was dumbfounded, the three men didn't let her pound the rice, but ----- weigh?

Passed before marriage, seventy-seven; This birthday is called again, eighty-eight.

When she's a pig? Do you still grow three pounds of fat a month?

The voices of the three gentlemen resounded throughout the courtyard, and Helan Yi, Zhen Niang and Yang Quan all covered their mouths and secretly had fun.

What could be more embarrassing?

Yan Fangxiang glared at the three men fiercely, and when she turned around, she found that Yang Qicheng was also snickering, pinching her waist and eyes, pouting and saying, "You, why are you also stealing fun?" ”

Yang Qicheng bowed slightly: "Fat, it's good." ”

Yan Fangxiang: "......"

Yang Qicheng raised his eyebrows at the three sons: "Every year on your birthday in the future, I will weigh your sister-in-law." ”

Yan Fangxiang: "......"