There is space for the married man

Both Luo Laowu and the eldest son of the Yuan family were arrested by the county magistrate Hou Maofeng, but their crimes could not be punished with multiple punishments. At most, they were beaten and locked up for a few days before they were released.

Especially the eldest son Yuan, who is still the eldest son of Juhuilou, is considered a person of status. After Hou Maofeng was found by his classmate Mr. Yuan, he also released him from prison. Before he carried them back, Hou Maofeng told Master Yuan to discipline his son well before leaving.

Master Yuan naturally heard the meaning of beating in Hou Maofeng's words, and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Luo Lao Wu was in a more miserable situation. His brother-in-law Liu Guanshi, who came to the gambling house, knew that he was locked up because he abetted the county magistrate to arrest Wen Lang and put him in prison without authorization. Cold sweat immediately broke down, no matter how much his wife begged for mercy. , he made up his mind not to intervene anymore. Wen Lang sold his face back then and let Luo Laowu go, but Luo Laowu dared to make trouble behind his back to retaliate.

Luo Lao Wu was tortured so badly in prison that when his sister went to visit him, he was already in a daze. His sister hugged him and cried out of breath. In the end, Manager Liu threatened to bring up this matter again, so he divorced her, and Luo Laowu's sister had to stop.

In the afternoon, Wen Lang felt much better, so he proposed to go back.

You Mingyuan saw that his spirit was much better, but after all, he had so many injuries and it was inconvenient to run around, so he advised him to rest for a few more days.

But it's not very convenient to stay in the magistrate's mansion all the time, You Mingyuan thought it would be better to find an inn to live in first.

"What are you talking about, Xiang Xiang? This incident was the dog's fault. It is only natural for the young master to recover from his injuries in the lower official's mansion." Hou Maofeng hurriedly stopped them when he heard that You Mingyuan wanted to take Wen Lang to the inn.

"It's... so much trouble, I'm afraid it's inconvenient." You Mingyuan glanced at Wen Lang, and asked what he meant with his eyes.

"Father, I really don't have any serious problems with the scriptures, but I want to trouble the county magistrate to send us a carriage to take us home later." Wen Lang spoke neither humble nor overbearing to Hou Maofeng, but Hou Maofeng couldn't help admiring him.

Seeing Wen Lang's insistence, You Mingyuan and Hou Maofeng finally agreed to come down. Before leaving, Mrs. Hou gave a lot of supplements and gifts, saying that they were an apology to You's family on behalf of their son.

"You Xiang, don't worry, after my bastard is able to move around, he must come to the door to apologize to the young master in person." Hou Maofeng patted his chest and promised.

When You Mingyuan and Wen Lang heard this, they wondered what Hou Maofeng had done to Young Master Hou, so that he couldn't get out of bed.

You Mingyuan did not refuse, but only said that Hou Maofeng should be called by his first name in the future, after all, he was no longer a prime minister.

Although Hou Maofeng respected You Mingyuan a lot, but You Mingyuan was indeed not the prime minister at the moment, and he kept calling him that. If someone listened to it, he might cause trouble, so he cupped his hands and called You Mingyuan Mr.

"I benefited a lot from listening to the teacher's words at the beginning, and the students dare not forget them all their lives."

You Mingyuan helped him up, as a tacit consent to the title. Before getting into the carriage, Hou Maofeng whispered to You Mingyuan: "I don't know if you have heard, the Holy Spirit intends to abolish the position of 'Prime Minister, and it will be implemented next month."

The matter of the temple is too far away for the current You Mingyuan, he waved his hands in a daze, and said, "Mingyuan is just a commoner now."

Hou Maofeng understood what he meant and didn't mention it again.

The carriage wobbled home, and Mingyuan was extremely silent along the way, and Wen Lang didn't disturb him. The carriage arrived at the gate of You's house all the way, and many villagers craned their necks to watch curiously. Seeing the carriage stopped at the gate of You's house, Wen Lang was helped down by You Mingyuan again, thinking what happened to Youjia?

The steward of Hou Maofeng's family sent people in respectfully, and then put the big and small bags of mending gifts and gifts of apology and apology on the table and put them on the table.

Song Lingwan saw Wen Lang's pale face and the obvious scars on his face, and then realized that something happened to Wen Lang.

"What... what's going on here?" Song Lingwan trembled as she held Wen Lang's hand.

"Mother, don't worry, I'm fine now, I'm just a little hungry." Wen Lang deliberately changed the subject, and sure enough, Song Lingwan hurried to the kitchen to cook him something to eat.

You Jingyue helped him into the room, frowned and said, "What's going on? Where did these injuries come from?"

"I'll talk to you later." Wen Lang was helped into the room by him, and You Jingshu was reading a book inside, when he saw him coming in, his eyes stopped on the wound on his face, his eyes sank.

"I'm a patient right now, why don't you come and take care of me." Uncle Wen Lang rushed to Jingshu and waved.

You Jingyue saw that he still had the strength to joke with her elder brother, and thought that Wen Lang was probably fine.

After helping him to lie down on the bed, You Jingyue asked him what was going on.

Wen Lang had no choice but to briefly tell them what had happened, and You Jingyue frowned, "This magistrate is too disgusting, why arrest him!"

"That's right, that's why he can't get out of bed because of his father's beating now." Wen Lang said with a smile. When he smiled, the wound on his face was involved, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Be careful, what if you get a scar on your face!" You Jingyue said worriedly.

"It's okay, if you leave a scar, you will leave a scar. Anyway, I'm already married to your brother. Ask him if he dares to despise me?" Wen Lang cast a teasing look at You Jingshu.

You Jingshu pursed his thin lips, and said calmly, "I don't dislike it."

"Look, it's fine if your brother doesn't dislike me, don't worry, I'll sleep for a while, and after a while Mother will cook the food, then call me." Wen Lang ordered You Jingyue to leave.

You Jingyue nodded and walked out.

After You Jingyue left, Wen Lang opened his eyes. He didn't tell You Jingyue that the Yuan family was involved in this matter, just because he was afraid that he would think too much.

Wen Lang was about to talk to You Jingshu, when he suddenly felt a warmth on his face, it was You Jingshu's hand, his pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"You really don't care?" You Jingshu asked in a low voice.

"It won't leave a scar." Wen Lang didn't say much, You Jingshu was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Is it related to that secret?"

"En." Wen Lang nodded.

You Jingshu heard the words and didn't ask any more questions.

Facing You Jingshu, Wen Lang didn't hide anything from him, and told him everything that happened, and told him: "Don't tell Jingyue or Mother."

You Jingshu took a deep look at him, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, "Yes."

There was a moment of silence in the room. After a long time, Wen Lang felt a little drowsy, but You Jingshu said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Not to mention that Wen Lang is a brother, he is only 17 years old, and he was a fool for the previous 17 years. He was imprisoned yesterday and was covered in injuries, but he was still thinking about others.

Wen Lang regained his composure, noticed You Jingshu's deep eyes, raised his hand and patted the back of his hand and said, "Isn't it because you are here, I know I'm not alone."

His smile, imprinted in You Jingshu's eyes, was as dazzling as the scorching sun, making it hard to keep one's eyes open.

Wen Lang was indeed sleepy, probably because of his injury, he was lethargic and fell asleep after a while.

When he woke up again, it was already evening, and his stomach growled twice.

The slanting light of the evening reflected in front of the window, You Jingshu was sitting at the table, frowning, writing something.

He probably heard Wen Lang's stomach growling, he raised his head, put down the pen in his hand, and pushed the wheelchair outside.

After a while You Jingyue came in with a meal, Wen Lang wanted to get out of bed to eat, he knew that You Jingshu was actually a bit of a clean freak, so he probably didn't want anyone to eat on his bed.

"What are you doing up?" You Jingyue helped him put the pillow behind his waist.

"I'll eat at the table." Wen Lang lifted the quilt and planned to get out of bed.

"You are injured and don't move around." You Jingshu pushed the wheelchair in and said to him.

"But..." As soon as Wen Lang opened his mouth, he was interrupted by You Jingshu, "Don't move around."

Seeing his insistence, Wen Lang thought to himself that since he didn't mind, then he didn't need to mind for You Jingshu, so he obediently sat on the bed and had dinner.

After dinner, Wen Lang drank the medicine, and soon fell asleep again.

After recovering from the injury for a few days, Wen Lang couldn't sit still anymore. Hearing that You Jingshu's school was about to start, Wen Lang talked to him at night when he was lying on the bed under the quilt and chatting purely.

"You can teach basic arithmetic, which is more practical in daily life." Wen Lang suggested.

So Wen Lang mentioned Arabic numerals and the ninety-nine multiplication table to him, and You Jingshu's eyes became brighter the more he heard it, and finally got up to light a candle, and took a paper note to write down what Wen Lang said.

"Is that so?" You Jingshu asked.

Wen Lang gave him a brief demonstration of the nine-to-nine multiplication table. After reading it, You Jingshu couldn't help but be full of praise. After the previous "Liao Zhai", You Jingshu had another obsessive thing.

And Wen Lang was the same as last time, fell asleep halfway through the talk, leaving You Jingshu scratching his heart and lungs all night.

Lying beside Wen Lang, listening to his steady and even breathing, he thought that Wen Lang must have been sent by God to bring him down.

As soon as Wen Lang recovered from his injury, he rushed to the town excitedly, found Fuyuan Building and Guangjin Building, the three major restaurants in the town, and sold them two recipes. As soon as he saw Wen Lang's prescription, he praised it again and again. Wen Lang didn't ask for more money, but only said that he would prepare to open a dessert shop in the town in the future, and hoped to have more contacts at that time.

The stewards of the restaurants on both sides naturally wanted what they wanted, they sold meals, and Wen Lang sold snacks, the business did not conflict.

Madam Hou heard that Wen Lang was looking for a suitable shop, and remembered that there was a shop in her dowry, which met Wen Lang's requirements, so she asked someone to contact Wen Lang and rented it to Wen Lang at a low price.

Wen Lang's money is limited, and he can't afford to buy a shop for the time being, so he can only rent it first, and when the business starts later, he will talk about buying a shop.

When he first learned that the price of a shop in such a good location is so low, he thought that Yazi introduced him to a shop with problems, such as someone who had died in it. He was not afraid of these things, but he opened the door for business It doesn't matter whether you mind or not, what matters is whether the customer minds or not.

Later, Yazi saw that he didn't intend to take it, so he hesitated and told the truth. After Wen Lang knew that it was Mrs. Hou's shop, he was relieved. He was not a very noble person, since Mrs. Hou was willing to rent it to him at a low price. , he is naturally willing to accept it.