The happy life of a prodigal

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After Fang Ru finished speaking, she looked at another person.

There were ten people in total, and she analyzed each of them.

But no one can find any loopholes in her words.

For a moment, the entire open space was silent.

Everyone looked at her with extremely shocked eyes.

Even the 'Master' before showed an expression of disbelief, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak them.

He really couldn't imagine how a little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old could see so clearly! ?

Even in some aspects, he is inferior!

In a state of shock, Fang Ru turned around, looked at him, and said, "Now honestly admit that you are a liar, and this girl will give you a chance to leave.

Otherwise, the Yamen of the Kyoto Prefecture is only half an hour's journey away, and I don't mind accompanying you for a walk! "

"Old man..."

"Ok?"

"I...I'm a liar!"

The master hesitated for a long time, thinking of sophistry, but when he saw the shining short blade, he gritted his teeth and yelled out.

This matter was resolved so easily by Fang Ru...

Even Fang Xiu had to admit that Fang Ru was perfect in every aspect.

For this matter, if he is allowed to appear on the stage, I am afraid that he will not be so patient.

Directly lead someone to smash his stall, and then let him admit those deceptions.

This is probably how Fang Xiu handled it.

Simple...but effective.

Fang Ru's is a bit more complicated, but the facts have proved that it is indeed effective.

The master closed the stall, returned all the Gua gold, and left in despair.

Fang Xiu and the others continued to walk on the road, wandering around.

Zhao Yan seemed to have something on her mind. After a while, she finally couldn't help asking: "How did the liar know..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Fang Ru looking at him.

"You act so..."

"Don't say it!"

Just as Fang Ru was about to explain, Zhao Yan covered her mouth.

Fang Ru nodded.

Only then did Zhao Yan let go.

"I say you......"

As soon as Zhao Yan let go, Fang Ru's eyes showed a cunning look, and she couldn't wait to speak.

"Five times the silver, the 50 taels owed to you, pay you back five times!"

Zhao Yan was also decisive, and instantly understood her thoughts, and hurriedly offered conditions.

"make a deal!"

A fox-like smile appeared on Fang Ru's face.

Fang Xiu heard their conversation and couldn't help but glanced at them with a strange expression.

However, nothing was said.

Prosperity is only temporary after all, and after it dissipates, only garbage is left everywhere.

Fang Xiu and the others wandered around the temple fair until night completely enveloped the earth, then got into the carriage and returned to Fang's mansion.

Because I was tired, I didn't say much, so I went back to my room and went to sleep.

Open your eyes, it is New Year's Eve.

Just early in the morning, you can hear the sound of firecrackers coming from outside.

Fang Xiu got up helplessly and pushed open the door.

The scene in front of him made him a little dazed.

Zhao Yan, Xiu'er, and Fang Ru were all sitting in the yard, playing bamboo cards, which was the Landlord he invented.

There are three glasses with milk tea on the table.

From far away, you can smell the sweet smell of milk tea.

This is also invented by Fang Xiu...

Of course, to be precise, it was invented by the wise working people in previous lives.

He doesn't like particularly sweet drinks very much, and there is no special reason, he just doesn't like them.

He still prefers tea with a bit of bitter taste.

However, this combination of tea, milk and sugar became popular in the entire capital within a short period of time.

Zhao Yan especially likes it.

I used to drink it a lot.

Just in a glass, first time.

If they were not still wearing ancient costumes, for a moment, Fang Xiu would have thought that this time travel was just a dream he had for a long time.

"you're awake?"

Zhao Yan was the first to discover Fang Xiu.

The reason is simple, because no matter when she plays cards, her luck is the worst. There is no possibility of playing the cards in her hand, so her attention is naturally more distracted than others.

"Aren't you going back to the palace?"

Fang Xiu walked to the table, picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and asked a question.

Zhao Yan glanced at him and said, "The banquet in the palace won't start until evening... Is that why you want me to go back?"

Fang Xiu shook his head and said, "I'm just afraid your father is worried."

Not only was he afraid that the old emperor would be worried, but he was also afraid that the old emperor would kill him here and beat himself violently when he found out that his daughter was still staying in Fangfu on New Year's Eve.

"By the way, Liu Cheng has been here, and my father asked you, do you want to go to the banquet tonight?"

Zhao Yan seemed to have thought of something, raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked.

Fang Xiu thought about it, smiled on his face, and said: "In the banquet in the palace, besides Your Majesty, there will also be Empress Dowager, Concubine Shu, and Concubine Jing...

They are all from your royal family, I went, it is not suitable. "

This is a bit false. A person like him would still consider whether it is suitable or not?

It's nothing more than feeling that participating in such a more solemn occasion will be subject to certain constraints.

Zhao Yan shook her head, and said: "There is nothing inappropriate. The emperor said that you are his fourth son..."

"puff--"

Fang Xiu took a sip of tea and almost choked.

fourth son...

The old emperor is willing to be his son himself, but he still doesn't want to!

After all, he is in this world, he is also a person with father and mother, but he is not around.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan's expression became a little strange, she raised her eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked in a bad tone: "What?

Are you still not happy? "

Seeing Zhao Yan's expression, Fang Xiu suddenly thought of an idea...

That's what it meant.

"Yes, of course I would...By the way, why did you get up so early today?"

"It's obvious that you are too late, so you don't even look at it, what time is it?"

Fang Ru threw out the cards in her hand, looked back at Fang Xiu, and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, and we have to make dumplings later!"

Make dumplings......

When Fang Xiu heard this sentence, he felt a little strange.

In his memory, since he was born, he has never made dumplings, and he has never eaten dumplings on New Year's Eve.

It's not that he doesn't like the taste of dumplings, it's just that he is poor...

Moreover, in his opinion, there is no need for him to spend so much effort for a festival when he is alone.

However, in this life...

Chapter 627 New Year's Eve

Fang Xiu has never been a sentimental person, but hearing these two words, it is impossible for him not to be touched in the slightest.

He just nodded and responded, "Okay."

Xiu'er had already bought the ingredients before.

In this era, pork is not eaten by many people because it has a strong taste. Without that process, most of the meat in the market is mutton. Although it has a little smell, people can accept it.

In fact, this is also nonsense.

In the previous life, there were not too many families who could eat meat every single day. What's more, in this era, ordinary people can eat meat once a year, which is considered relatively wealthy.

As for Fangfu, who can't do without meat dishes every day, it's really a minority.

"I'll make the stuffing, Fang Xiu, you go make the dough."

This time, Zhao Yan vowed to do the whole process by herself, except that the ingredients were prepared in advance, and she would not let her servants help in everything else.

This is also a pain for Fang Xiu. He thought that during the festival, he could be a salted fish that stretches out his clothes and opens his mouth for food.

I didn't expect that I would even have to help make a face-to-face meeting.

Of course, this question is really nothing to him.

In his previous life, he often kneaded and made noodles by himself.

The reason is the same as before, because it is cheap.

A large bag of flour plus a bag of mustard for one yuan can be eaten for several months.

No exaggeration at all...

Fang Xiu did the heaviest physical work.

The rest of the work is naturally divided among three people.

After working for a long time, I finally made the dumplings, and the presentation...was horrible.

Even so, several people still felt a sense of accomplishment, especially Zhao Yan, who had never cooked before, was even more triumphant.

I am determined to share some of the dumplings and send them to Lin Wanqing...

In her opinion, it may be showing off.