The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Youning said, "I won't sit down. I'll just walk around my aunt's house."

In fact, he was very familiar with the Qian Mansion. He did not come here to see the scenery. He simply wanted to send Han Nianxia to Wan Baiqian. He did not want Han Nianxia to stay in the prefectural mansion because he did not want to see Han Nianxia, ​​let alone talk to this person. He always felt that this person was a little bit ill and might not be very smart.

At this moment, he pursed his lips and smiled secretly. He finally succeeded in getting rid of Han Nianxia. This is what they call out of sight, out of mind.

Qiao Rong asked Cheng Youning: "Young Master, where are we going?"

"Go sell ducks. This business has to be done and money has to be made." In Cheng Youning's eyes, squatting on the street and selling three or two roast ducks every day is a big business. He likes the feeling of earning a lot of copper coins.

So the two kids ran to the field to catch ducks again. Cheng Feng happened to be on the edge of the field and caught him in the act.

Seeing Cheng Youning and Qiao Rong holding a duck each, Cheng Feng stopped them and said, "Can you two finish four ducks? Besides, don't you get tired of eating ducks every day? I heard from the old farmer here that you two always come here when you have nothing to do and you catch several ducks at a time. I want to know where you two have taken all the ducks?"

Cheng Youning said, "I ate it."

"Can you two eat so much? How big is your stomach?"

"If I can't finish it, I'll sell it. My roast ducks are very popular, and I can sell several a day." Cheng Youning not only didn't think that what he did was inappropriate, but she could tell from his words that he was very proud of it, and his little face looked very proud.

Cheng Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he sighed.

"Son, are you setting up a stall on the street again? I won't blame you for eating your own food, but can you please not sell the ducks we raised with so much effort? Can you let them lay more eggs for our family?"

"Daddy, they lay so many eggs that we can't eat them all."

Cheng Feng said, "Son, duck eggs have many uses. Not only can they be eaten, but they can also be used to hatch ducklings. If you really like to set up a stall, you can sell duck eggs instead of killing ducks. How can a child like you dare to do anything? Killing ducks is too heavy."

"What does daddy mean?"

"Daddy just won't let you kill and sell ducks anymore. If you really want to sell something, then sell something else. Don't think about killing ducks anymore." Cheng Feng took the duck from Cheng Youning's hand and put it on the ground. The duck flapped its wings twice and twisted its body to run away, fearing that it would be caught again. Seeing this, Qiao Rong also put the duck in his hand on the ground.

Cheng Youning muttered, "How much can duck eggs be worth? I don't want to sell duck eggs."

Cheng Feng said, "Then you can sell crabs, as long as you can catch them. Anyway, you can't sell ducks anymore, otherwise when your mother comes back, both of us will be in trouble."

Cheng Youning still felt scared when thinking about the crab. He was afraid of getting his hand pinched. He refused to exchange money for such a price. He was calculating in his mind.

Cheng Feng knew that Cheng Youning didn't dare to catch crabs, so he said that on purpose. He just didn't want his son to set up a stall on the street. His son's age is a good time to study and play, and setting up a stall on the street is not the right thing to do.

Seeing Cheng Youning standing there with a pout, Cheng Feng had no choice but to take out his wallet and said, "Son, you and Qiao Rong go to the street to eat some sweet cakes."

Cheng Youning shook his head and kicked the stones on the ground: "I'd better go home and study the padlocks my master gave me. I have to open them for him to see when he comes back."

So Cheng Youning went home. He sat in the pavilion in the garden with the padlock in his hand, poking and mumbling for a long time but to no avail. Just when he threw the padlock aside in frustration, he happened to see Zhu'er accompanying Zhong Siyu to the garden to appreciate the flowers.

When Zhu'er saw Cheng Youning, her heart tightened. She whispered to Zhong Siyu, "Miss, you'd better be careful of Cheng Youning. You never know how this kid will harm you."

Cheng Youning's ears are not for show. Although Zhu'er's voice was low, he heard it all.

He was small, but not stupid. He felt that what Zhu'er said was not good. He thought about it and suddenly realized that Zhu'er was saying that he was bad. He, Cheng Youning, was not the kind of person who could swallow his anger. He had never suffered any loss. His eyes rolled around in his eye sockets and he came up with an idea. He stood up and walked over to greet Zhong Siyu respectfully. He knew that this person would become his grandmother in the near future. "Miss Zhong."

"Young Master."

Both were polite.

"Is Miss Zhong fully recovered?"

"It's healed a long time ago. It's no problem anymore." Although Zhong Siyu said that she was fine, it had actually been just over ten days since Cheng Youning caused her to fall off the horse. She was still in pain in many places on her body, and the purple bruises had only faded to yellow little by little. If she wanted to stop hurting anywhere on her body, it would take at least another five to seven days.

Zhong Siyu was a fairly generous person, she did not blame Cheng Youning, she even said a lot of good things about Cheng Youning, Cheng Youning was also severely punished by the family rules. In Zhong Siyu's eyes, this matter had long passed, but Zhu'er's reminder just now made her nerves tense, after all, she had never been a person who would not listen to advice and had no memory since she was a child.

"Miss Zhong, can we talk further?" Cheng Youning had a serious face, looking like an adult, giving people the feeling that he really had something important to say to Zhong Siyu.

Zhu'er took Zhong Siyu's hand and shook her head nervously, meaning that her young lady should not step forward. She wanted her young lady to keep some distance from Cheng Youning. But how could Zhong Siyu not step forward? If she was so timid in front of a child, how could she manage such a big backyard of the prefect's mansion? So she patted the back of Zhu'er's hand to comfort her, and then walked up to Cheng Youning.

"Young Master, please speak."

Cheng Youning said, "Bend down, I want to tell you something important."

Zhong Siyu did as she was told and put her ear close to Cheng Youning. Cheng Youning whispered a few words to her, and Zhong Siyu's face turned pale. "Is this true? How did you know about such a big thing?"

"I heard their conversation."

"I'll go ask the Marquis." Zhong Siyu was afraid that the words coming from a child were false.

"My grandfather is busy with official duties and has been missing for a long time. Besides, how could he tell you such an important event? Only I, Cheng Youning, would inform Miss Zhong." Cheng Youning pretended to be a good person.

Zhong Siyu looked worried, "But even if I know, what can I do? I can't help the Marquis."

Cheng Youning said: "You can't help, but you can't make things worse either."