"Owner, I'm going to eat eight skewers today!"

"Go to the mistress and get it."

Chen Jing held the tea bowl in his hand, and his tone was unhurried. Next to him, Yu Shan had already run over like a gust of wind.

A string of sugar gourds for two pennies, even if Yu Shan eats a mouth full of tooth decay, he can afford to consume it.

In this situation, being able to raise a stranger is the most important thing.

Getting up, Chen Jing walked to the most remote house and found that the mountain peaches inside had been three days old and had not yet grown mold.

He sat back down, thinking about his next steps.

Over there in Ping'an Town, there is occasional news, and it is still noisy, and it is estimated that it will not stop for a month or two. Fortunately, Xia Chong did not suffer from the disaster and lived steadily.

If Xia Chongneng gave up his public office and was willing to follow him...... Chen Jing shook his head and found that he was thinking too much.

"Owner, a carriage has entered the village."

The rented courtyard is not far from the entrance of the village. When Chen Jing looked up, he found several carriages staggering into the village along the dirt road.

During this time, most of the rich people left Ping'an Town. Basically, they will avoid trouble near the town for a while, and then go back again when things have passed.

Tangcun is a good choice.

The carriage continued ahead and stopped at the entrance to the village.

A white-faced boy wearing a silver crown had just lifted the curtain of the car, and after a while, there was a servant with the car, who immediately lay on the ground, took his back as a step, let the white-faced boy's feet step on it, and then slowly walked down.

Shoes get on the ground and roll up mud and dust. The white-faced boy hung his head a little unpleasantly, but finally held back, pulled out the folding fan from under his waist, and looked around with interest.

"Four Jun in the capital, Ning Rong Gongzi has entered the village!" A dog-legged man, with his hands folded into a trumpet shape, shouted at the male duck's throat.

Chen Jing was not interested.

"Yu Shan, what do you think?"

"The owner, with the kung fu of posing the score, it is better to eat two more steamed buns to pad the belly."

Chen Jing laughed and helped Yu Shan pour a bowl of tea. But what he didn't expect was that many people in Tang Village, especially the younger girls and daughters-in-law, were holding their skirts and running anxiously towards the entrance of the village.

Even Song Yu came out of the house.

"What, you know?" Chen Jing looked up.

"I've heard it, I was originally a native of Ping'an Town, and I tried to explore the flowers last year. Later, I became a poetry collector and went to Jiangnan to collect poems, but somehow I came back again. ”

"He doesn't ride a white horse."

Song Yu didn't understand, and he didn't know how to reply, so he simply turned around and re-entered the room.

Chen Jing turned his head sideways and looked at Ning Rong Gongzi, who was surrounded by the crowd. He also had a trace of trance just now.

Returning from Jiangnan, will it be the legendary Mr. Big. But it was quickly vetoed, how could that big gentleman be so bold and willing to implement the new policy at the cost of his life.

Moreover, the poetry collector is just an idle position, and at first glance he is famous, but in fact he has no real power at all.

"Boss, does he have the strength to kill chickens?"

"There's an egg." Chen Jing took a sip of tea, and was no longer half curious. If he had a choice in the future, he would prefer the golden iron horse on the battlefield rather than a few soft glutinous rice poems.

A truly talented person will not show his head like this.

"Boss, the man is here."

Chen Jing frowned.

Due to the disaster in Ping'an Town, he could guess that this Ning Rong would not be able to return to the capital for the time being, and he would have to live in Tangcun for a while like him.

"I look at your appearance, you are also a scholar, I don't know which master's disciple?" Shaking the folding fan, Ning Rong walked leisurely and walked in front of Chen Jing.

When he was in Ping'an Town, Chen Jing re-cut a bamboo chrysanthemum robe, after all, no matter how you look at it, the identity of the little scholar is harmless to humans and animals, and it is suitable for hiding many means.

"I'll ask for a bowl of tea, you can rest and then hurry, how about it." Chen Jing said.

"Look, look, I'll say I guessed right, if he was really a scholar, he should have come here when I entered the village before."

Many villagers next to him laughed for a while.

"Is there anything else going on with Brother?" Chen Jing raised his head, and there was a faint irritability in his heart.

"You're a reader?"

"Of course."

"You don't know me?"

"I don't know." Chen Jing shook his head very dryly. He found that in the crowd around him, there were four or five young people who were studying hard in the cold window, their robes were shabby, and they were facing famine. In the eyes of these people, Ning Rong is an idol-like existence. Looking forward to being like Ning Rong, once in high school, flying on the branches.

When Chen Jing was happy, Xia Chong's son did not follow.

"The four juns in the capital, I Ning Rong is one of them, and after I return to Beijing to report on my work, I may be a Beijing official."

"Congratulations, is there anything else?"

"Genius and talent are a stone, I would rather monopolize eight buckets!"

"Double happiness is coming, is there anything else?" Chen Jing rubbed his eyebrows.

"The little county lord of the king of Rongzhou, Zeng, once secretly promised me that I couldn't say that I could become the county horse of Rongzhou."

"Oh."

Chen Jing got up, yawned, and prepared to go inside. Compared with this kind of bullshit, it's more interesting to think about how to make money.

"Hey, you little scholar...... I'd rather fight with you! Probably angry with Chen Jing's attitude, Ning Rong spoke angrily.

All around, the crowd was in an uproar. Especially those who studied hard in the cold window, they had already opened the crowd and rushed to the front, their eyes were extremely hot.

Chen Jing's footsteps stopped, turned his head, and thought about it for a while to speak seriously.

"Everyone is a reader, and it is not impossible to fight poetry. But can you, not add a lottery? ”

Ning Rong was stunned, "I didn't want to add -"

"I'm afraid that if I add a lottery, I won't be able to win you, and I'll lose all the money, and when the time comes, I'll be Chen Jing, and I won't be able to go back to Ping'an Town, so I can only be a broken household and beg in the village for a living."

Ning Rong's face became hideous. He found that Chen Jing's words made him very comfortable to listen to.

"Little scholar, since it is a fighting poem, of course you have to add color. It's better to be like this, if you say the lottery, three-"

"Three thousand taels? How this makes. Chen Jing quickly interrupted, and then looked shocked.

Ning Rong twitched his face, he was going to say thirty taels.

"Boss, boss, don't bet, don't bet!" Although Yu Shan was a little stupid, he finally understood that the silver gambling was gone, and he used his own owner to buy him sugar gourds.

"Brother Yushan, after losing, I'll go up the mountain with you to fight bears." Chen Jing patted Yu Shan on the shoulder. Xing Xiaojiu next to him was also a reckless man, and shouted extremely cooperatively.

"The owner, even if my Lao Xing is a beggar, he will fight for a bowl of dry rice for the owner and the housewife!"

"We don't drink thin food." Don't forget to add a sentence.

Only in the room, Song Yu, who was cooking, hesitated to look out, but did not persuade after all. She had already planned for a long time, no matter what Chen Jing wanted to do, she would not stop it.

It's a big deal to go back to the old days, and she helps to earn money. However, this Chen Jing seems to be quite smart recently, why did he want to fight with Ning Rong this time.

The ability of his own little minister to study...... She knew all too well that she belonged to the kind that was so rotten that it didn't exist.

Xiao Xianggong is really crazy!