The eight treasures are full of color and fragrance, black and white sesame seeds are dotted, and all kinds of vegetables and mushrooms are cut into even thin strips, which are presented by the hands of the blister.

The halogen color of the ear rake is bright and the taste is beautiful.

The stewed bones are fluffy and the meat is ......

The meat soup is even more poetic and picturesque, the broken frangipani is blurred like the morning mist, the thickening is like a mist, and the embellishment of meat foam, minced mushrooms, green onion and ginger is just right.

Founder enjoys a single room in Yuding Building, and is savoring the food.

A perfect meal that also makes people feel good.

Such a meal costs six dollars of silver, and ordinary people naturally can't enjoy it.

Wu Hai refused the invitation to dine together, and watched Fang Zheng take a sip of the slow taste, and couldn't help but be more and more sure that the owner's family background was not ordinary.

Ordinary people eat two meals in the morning and evening.

And the proprietor,

Three meals a day must be missing.

And you can't just eat dry rice, but also have dishes to match, at least two dishes.

The owner eats meat, never sucks the marrow in the bones, and even the meat on the bones is thrown away after tasting two bites, which is a distressing waste.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, all kinds of inconspicuous little habits, all show his difference.

If you haven't been dressed and fed since you were a child, how could you develop such a luxurious habit?

Fortunately, although the owner is from an extraordinary background, he does not have that kind of high-minded and commanding attitude, but is very approachable.

It's not a person who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it.

As for the frequent disappearance, the origin of the porcelain is unknown, and it should be the owner who has made contact with the family, otherwise why is there so much silver taels?

Fang Zheng didn't know what Wu Hai was thinking, and when he saw him staring at him, he couldn't help asking:

"See what?"

"If you want to eat, sit down and try it."

"No, no." Wu Hai came back to his senses and hurriedly shook his head:

"I just want to ...... that the owner is really knowledgeable."

"That old Fan has been immersed in porcelain making for decades, and he doesn't know that there are as many as the owner, and his expression is funny when you say Longyao."

"I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants." Founder's hand:

"Lao Fan can think of adjusting the method of firing porcelain, in fact, it has surpassed many people, and it is with people like him who have improved from generation to generation that there will be dragon kilns and town kilns."

"It's a pity!"

"The descendants of the Fan family are illiterate, so they can't record it, and they all rely on word of mouth."

"That's because they didn't meet the owner." Wu Hai sincerely surrendered:

"You allow them to read and write, and you are willing to fund the construction of the school, which is a kindness to the Fan family that is higher than the sky."

Fang Zheng shook his head, not much.

After all, he is not a native of another world, and he can't see people being exploited like animals, as long as there is profit, he doesn't mind doing some good deeds.

Besides, it doesn't cost much.

"This son."

As soon as the two walked out of the restaurant, they were stopped by a person.

The other party is holding a high flag, with four big characters written on it, a black mole on the left side of his face, and a three-inch beard on his sideburns.

"Gongzi Yintang is dark, his soul is different, I am afraid that there will be a disaster in the near future, and it may even affect his life!"

"Bastard!" Wu Hai's complexion changed greatly:

"Fortune teller, if you want money, you might as well say it directly, why curse my owner?"

Fangzheng's face is not good-looking, he was walking well on the street, and he was suddenly stopped and said that he would die, and he must be unhappy.

"The old man is just telling the truth."

The fortune teller looked up and down for a look, and his eyes showed doubts:

"This boy has been feeling groggy lately and can't sleep at night?"

"Heh......" Fang Zheng lightly:

"Then you are wrong, I eat well, sleep soundly, I don't know how comfortable my life is, and your ability to bluff people doesn't seem to be very good."

"How so?" The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, and pinched his fingers to make a tacit calculation:

"It shouldn't be!"

"It really shouldn't." Fang Zheng pushed the other party aside:

"Trouble let's go."

"Childe." The fortune teller staggered when he was pushed, and when he saw that Fang was about to leave, he hurriedly said:

"The old man often looks at people at the Narcissus Embankment, and if you feel unwell, you can go there to find me."

Fang Zheng walked away without looking back.

"It doesn't make sense!"

Seeing the two leave, the fortune teller frowned:

"It's been seven days since the soul nailing spell in his body, and there is no reason and no warning, but the surname Fang is full of energy, and at most some foreheads are dark."

"This ......"

"What's going on?"

After thinking about it, he put away the long banner and left quickly.

Not much.

The figure appeared in front of a ruined temple.

Pushing the door in, there was a tented palanquin parked in the temple, guarded by four stout women, as if waiting for the owner to return.

The fortune teller bowed his head and entered the temple, first put on incense, and then came to the backyard with the familiar way.

"Uncle Shi!"

"Uncle Aoya!"

When several young men saw him, they saluted.

"Hmm."

Aoya nodded casually, walked briskly to a room, and pulled out a palm-sized scarecrow from the hidden partition.

The scarecrow was pasted with yellow charms, a few strands of hair were wrapped around it, and the limbs, head, and heart were all pierced with steel needles, which looked extremely penetrating.

"The spell hasn't been broken."

After checking it, Qingya looked dazed:

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that this hair is wrong, and I cursed the wrong person?"

"Ask Senior Sister!"

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Sun Die sat on the stool, her face worried, her hands pinching the corners of her clothes and rubbing them back and forth, and even the corners of her clothes were cracked.

She was also in a hurry to choose a way, and in order to have a child, she went to such a place in private.

There is no god in the wild temple, and there are many people who live in it, and they can't get on the stage, if Yu Yanghong knows, she will definitely not let her come.

But I heard that the goddess here helped many women get pregnant, and the medicine she prepared had miraculous effects.

In the hope of what happened, she sneaked in.

'I can't live without children!' ’

After several years of marriage, there was no movement in the stomach, and although the husband did not say anything, he was ridiculed by many people, and he borrowed wine every day to drown his sorrows. ’

If I don't have a queen, the Sun family's industry will also fall into the hands of the side branches, and I will not have the face to see my ancestors. ’

'Not only do I have to have children, but I also have two, one of which is to extend the incense to my husband, and although he is rich, he cannot be wronged. ’

The thought turned, and her face froze.

'No matter what, I must be pregnant!' ’

"Senior brother, you better find out if you have found the right person." Behind the curtains, the voice of the 'goddess' sounded, which was crisp and pleasant:

"I have important business here."

"Yes."

The other person was obviously very afraid of his 'junior sister', and he stopped moving in an instant.

"...... Uproar"

The curtain was lifted, and a dignified and noble woman dressed in white walked on.

Sun Die asked himself that his posture was good, but he worked hard all day and was busy, and he was more cheesy, far less dusty than the other party.

Temperament alone, it's a few points worse.

And she worries about business, deals with family affairs, and worries about pregnancy every day, and she is tired and weak, and her face is already wrinkled and her skin is dull.

On the other hand, women, the maintenance is enviable.

"Miss Sun."

The woman spoke crisply:

"The medicine is ready."

"Oh!" Sun Die came back to his senses, and subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at the other party, for fear of inferiority:

"Miss Qingxia, do I drink it now?"

"Just go back and drink." Qingxia smiled and said:

"After drinking, it is best to have sex on the same day, and take the second pair of medicine after seven days, a total of three pairs, and you should be pregnant when you use up the three pairs."

"Really?"

Sun Die's face was worried, she had been hit too many times, and she didn't dare to believe it easily.

"It's true."

"How much does it cost?"

"I don't have to pay the consultation fee for the time being." Qingxia waved her hand:

"When Miss Sun is pregnant, you can come here again."