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Around mid-afternoon, Fang Chengshi and Fang Huajian entered the mountain again.

Red bayberry is a common thing, but because it is difficult to keep and prone to insects, it is not liked by people.

It took the two of them half an hour before Fang Huajian brought Fang Chengshi under the bayberry tree.

There are many fruits, the branches of bayberry are heavy and drooping, and the eyes are blue and red.

Fang Chengshi's eyes sparkled and he said, "Good stuff."

Fang Huajian couldn't agree with her: "It's really a long time ago."

Fang Chengshi smiled and said: "They don't understand." He began to climb the tree after speaking.

Picking bayberry also depends on experience. The fleshy column of bayberry at the top of the tree is soft and juicy. A lot of attention must be paid during the picking process. It needs to be separated by leaves to prevent others from being crushed.

Considering his own craftsmanship, Fang Chengshi picked half of the frame from his basket, and asked Fang Huajian to pick half of the frame as well.

As if touched by the sour smell of red bayberry, Fang Huajian's teeth softened: "Why do you want so much?"

"Want to know? Give me the hawthorn and I'll tell you."

In order to satisfy her curiosity, Fang Huajian had no choice but to succumb to his lust again.

Fang Chengshi picked dozens of them, wrapped them in a bag, and went down the mountain with Fang Huajian.

It only took more than an hour to go back and forth, and it was not five o'clock when I got home.

Fang Chengshi put the basket in the yard, and put the hawthorns on the basket, and the other party simplified and said, "I will teach you how to make sour plum juice."

After he finished speaking, he went to find a wooden basin to fill with water.

Fang Huajian sat on the sidelines and watched him toss, the sound was so loud and the process was so complicated that even Zuo Ye, who was concentrating on sewing his own small schoolbag, came out.

Zuo Ye stood under the eaves and asked, "Brother Shi, what are you doing?"

Fang Huajian replied: "Sour plum juice, have you heard of it?"

Zuo Ye shook his head: "No, but since Brother Shi made it, it must be a good thing."

Fang Huajian said, "Your worship has no principles."

Fang Chengshi smiled, turned around and gave him a compliment: "You are really awesome."

Zuo Ye blushed slightly.

Fang Chengshi asked him: "The schoolbag is ready?"

Zuo Ye said, "It's still a little bit worse."

Fang Chengshi said: "Do it quickly, it will be dark when it is too late."

Zuo Ye hummed and re-entered the room.

After he left, Fang Huajian said, "Is this how you raised him?"

Fang Chengshi said: "If you enter my door, you are my people. You should treat them better in the future."

Fang Huajian said angrily, "I have been here for more than ten years, and I have never seen you treat me well."

"Hey, brother will love you."

Fang Huajian scoffed at him: "Fuck you."

Fang Chengshi said: "Standing so far away, how do you see my work?"

Fang Huajian saw that he was putting sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus, so he couldn't help but walked over: "You bought sweet-scented osmanthus just to get this thing?"

"Ah."

The method of sour plum juice is not difficult, but it takes a long time to cook, and when everything is ready, Fang Chengshi just adds firewood to the furnace.

Authentic sour plum juice needs to be simmered for six to seven hours on a low fire, and half of the water will be ready.

But Fang Chengshi used red bayberry, osmanthus and licorice soaked in advance, and boiled for more than an hour before starting the pot.

It was time to make dinner, so Fang Huajian stayed to eat again in order to see the true face of sour plum juice.

Zuo Ye finished his and Fang Chengzu's small schoolbags, and he was very happy.

When the sour plum juice cools down, it's just for them to clear the greasy.

Fang Chengshi also tried the taste, and felt that it should be iced.

The big and the small were amazed again and again.

Fang Huajian said, "Is this really made of Yangmei?"

Fang Chengshi put down the bowl, Fang Chengzu said: "After washing the bowl, go take a bath."

Fang Chengzu obediently replied: "Understood."

Fang Chengshi simplified and said to the other party: "I remember you have a well in your house, let me use it tonight."

"Good to say."

Fang Chengshi packed the whole pot of sour plum juice in two large jars, and he and Fang Huajian hugged each jar before going out to his house.

Hanging the jar into the well, Fang Chengshi simplified and said to the other party: "Brother Tomorrow will take you to witness the miracle."

Fang Huajian was honest this time, and was not fooled by him: "What do you still have half a frame for?"

"Make wine, and I'll send it to you when it's done."

"Then I'll wait for a drink."

Sooner or later he will have to pick all those red bayberries.

Fang Chengshi bid farewell to Fang Huajian, and walked on the country road alone.

At this time, the bright moon is really bright, shining on the ground, the figure is clear, and the light is stolen.

After returning home and locking the courtyard door, Fang Chengshi lit the lamp and prepared to ferment bayberry.

Zuo Ye also lit a candle: "Brother Shi."

"Huh? Don't you want to take a shower?"

Zuo Ye approached him: "I'll go later."

Fang Chengshi turned his head, the candlelight was mottled on the two faces that were close together, Fang Chengshi saw a small yellowish face, and said with a smile: "What are you doing so close?"

Zuo Ye whispered, "The night is dark."

Fang Chengshi was smashing red bayberry with a wooden stick, only the sound of thumping came from a small patch of bright night.

Zuo Ye stood beside him, holding a candle, watching intently. At this time, the candle oil dripped, and he didn't pay attention for a moment, and he was shivering.

Fang Chengshi heard his inhalation, turned his head to look, just in time to see his retracting movement.

Fang Chengshi hastily put down the wooden stick, snatched the candle from his hand, laid it horizontally on the table, and then took his hand to examine it by the candlelight.

He had also been scalded by candle oil, and he knew that it was intense for a moment, but when he took off the candle oil on the child's finger, he still saw red marks.

Fang Chengshi raised his hand to his mouth and blew, and then covered him with a square towel moistened with water: "It will be fine in a while." After speaking, he started working again.

Zuo Ye covered his hands and said in a low voice, "I will only cause you trouble."

Fang Chengshi said indifferently: "When I was your age, I jumped up and down every day. It's no better than you are now."

Zuo Ye pursed his lips and said, "You are not very old now, only fifteen."

This is the first time for Fang Chengshi to feel that being too young is a bad thing.

Because it's not easy to lie.

Fang Chengshi licked his teeth and said, "How can I tell you that a person's psychological history is not directly proportional to his age. Being young doesn't mean he's ignorant, and being old doesn't necessarily mean he's useful."

Zuo Ye opened a pair of bright black eyes, and said plainly that he didn't understand very well.

Fang Chengshi simply said: "The latter sentence, the former is for you, and the latter is for Xiaojian."

Originally, he wanted to talk about Papa Zuo, but he was afraid that the child would be sad, so he had to betray his friend.

Sure enough, the kid who had been praised finally smiled, and he felt ashamed of Brother Jian after laughing, so he said righteously: "Brother Jian knows that he will be unhappy when you say that."

Fang Chengshi hissed at him: "Let me use an analogy, you must not let him know, keep it secret for me."

Zuo Ye thought for a while, then nodded solemnly: "Okay."

After the bayberry was pounded, Fang Chengshi put it away and let it ferment for a while before proceeding to the second step.

Zuoye's hands stopped hurting, and he wanted to return the square scarf to Fang Chengshi, but he stretched his hand halfway and then retracted it. He didn't want to return it, so he secretly carried it behind his back and hid it.

Fang Chengshi didn't pay attention at all, he rinsed the wooden stick, put the things away one by one, and said to the child, "I'll pour water for you to bathe."

"Thank you Shige."

He didn't mean to let him do it, he just didn't want him to find out that he was hiding his kerchief.

The two took a bath one by one. Fang Chengshi went back to the room and saw the schoolbag Zuo Ye sewed by himself on the table. He picked it up and looked at it.

The stitching is tight and the surrounding is neat. If it is not accumulated over time, how can a 12-year-old child do such delicate work?

Fang Chengshi put the schoolbag back to its original place and went to bed.

Zuo Ye thought he was dissatisfied with his handwork, so he was uneasy and dared not speak.

Seeing that his back was turned to him, Fang Chengshi thought he was going to sleep, so he patted his shoulder and said, "I'll see you off tomorrow morning, go to sleep."

Zuo Ye suddenly relaxed, and heard him add good night, and said softly himself.

This is the first time Zuoye went to school, compared to Fang Chengzu who snored loudly, he didn't sleep much all night because of his nervousness.

The next day he got up as soon as the rooster crowed.

There was only a little candle left in the room, and there was a beeping sound.

Zuoye carefully climbed past Fang Chengshi and got out of bed to make breakfast.

He went to cook porridge and steamed six meat buns.

This is what Fang Chengshi said, they are all growing up, and they need meat and vegetables.

Just as the congee was happy, Fang Chengshi appeared at the kitchen door, yawned and said, "Why didn't you call me?"

Zuo Ye said: "It's still early, you can sleep in for a while."

Fang Chengshi said: "You didn't fall asleep last night? So are you energetic for class today?"

Zuo Ye only said, "I can do it."

Fang Chengshi didn't say anything more, he believed that Zuo Ye could do it, because he always felt that the students were a powerful group, windy and rainy, cold and hot, fixed points, their figures would never be absent.

After Fang Chengshi finished washing, he went to Fang Chengzu's room and grabbed him.

After breakfast, the two young scholars took the first step towards the Kangzhuang Avenue in the faint morning light, carrying brand new schoolbags on their backs.

It's just that the child was so angry that he was about to leak, Fang Chengzu was not happy after walking for half an hour.

That's right, it's normal for an eight or nine-year-old child to be unable to carry a book on his back for half an hour. Fang Chengshi took his schoolbag and carried it on his own, and asked, "Do you want to hold you?"

Fang Chengzu shook his head: "What a shame, just help me carry my schoolbag."

Fang Chengshi patted his head lightly: "You are capable."

Fang Chengzu held his hand and said with a smile, "Brother, you are the best."

Fang Chengzu laughed helplessly.

It hasn't been a month since he passed through, and this kid is getting more and more arrogant.

Zuo Ye watched from the side, with a smile on his lips, but envy in his eyes.

He wanted to get close to this person, but first, he had never done it before, and he couldn't take this step, and second, he was still not Fang Chengzu.

What Fang Chengshi said is still vivid in his memory, how is it possible to be an independent person?He has been under someone else's roof.

Others can indulge, but he cannot indulge.

Fang Chengshi accidentally glanced sideways, and saw the emotion in Zuo Ye's eyes that hadn't disappeared. He stretched out his hand to Zuo Ye: "Bring the schoolbag."

Zuoye grabbed the schoolbag and said, "I'm fine, it's not heavy."

Obviously he was not clear enough, the child who has been enslaved for so long has already given birth to a pair of brass hands and iron arms.

Fang Chengshi hesitated and said, "Then I'll take you by the hand?"

Zuo Ye's eyes lit up, and he knew in his heart that he shouldn't be 12 years old, but he still couldn't help stretching out his hand.

Big hands hold small hands and hold on tight.