Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Tang Cheng's chapped hands rubbed back and forth on his clothes. He grabbed a handful of soybeans from the ground and held them in front of Song Jingwen's eyes. He confirmed with a trembling voice against the excitement in his heart, "Do you really want to buy it? Look at me. The soybeans are all the best, round and big, and I sort out the bad ones, so I can absolutely guarantee that all the beans you buy are good ones.”

After Tang Cheng finished speaking, he scratched the back of his head honestly, afraid that Song Jingwen would accept this business because of the face he helped them last time, and added, "It's okay if you don't buy it, I... I Then look for other stores. The soybeans in my field are at least a few hundred catties, and they are all dried."

Go to another store?If someone bought it and sold it long ago, how could it end up being thrown out of the store.

It is not because there are too many soybeans this year, resulting in an oversupply, and the price of soybeans is naturally not so ideal.

Song Jingwen picked out a few soybeans from Tang Cheng's hands. They were really good in appearance. He smiled with satisfaction, "I want them all! You also know that our family runs a restaurant, and a few hundred catties is not a problem for me."

Tang Cheng was overjoyed when he heard the words, and couldn't keep his eyes open from laughing, so he said that good people get good rewards.This time, the soybeans that others did not sell allowed him to find a big buyer, "Okay, okay, I will send it to you tomorrow, and send it to your home."

After finishing speaking, Tang Cheng hesitated again. He had a shadow over Liang Xing's back-and-forth. He said in a tangled voice, "We have nothing to prove. If we don't find a witness, I can rest assured. Of course, it's not about Song Boss, you have doubts about your credit, I really have no idea."

Song Jingwen expressed his understanding of Tang Cheng's uneasiness, and directly gave Tang Cheng a tael of silver, "This is a deposit, and I will make up the rest of the money after you ship the soybeans to me tomorrow."

Tang Cheng walked away with empty hands without looking back, forgetting even the beans on the ground, humming a little tune and singing happily.

Xie Feng kept staring at the beans on the road, and the small round particles were blown to the east for a while, and then ran to the west for a while.He straightened up and raised his eyes to see Tang Cheng walking away easily, while Song Jingwen was in deep thought, and quickly stopped him, "Master, I don't want your beans, the soybeans on the ground, and your bag!"

Tang Cheng was stunned by the sudden surprise, and only then remembered that the soybeans on the ground had not been confiscated. He turned his head and waved his hands indifferently, and said with a smile, "The bag of soybeans is given to you. You don't need money. You can taste the taste of the beans." .”

Now, of course, I have to go home quickly to pack several hundred catties of soybeans, and I have to borrow a few ox carts. What is this bag of soybeans!

Tang Cheng walked towards the outside of Ningchang Town with great interest, and a figure jumped out of his eyes, followed by another figure.Isn't this a scooter?By the way, I can go to the "Xianghuan" car store to rent a tricycle.

Tang Cheng turned around and went to the car dealership.

Xie Feng picked up the cloth bag on the ground, silently gathered up the scattered soybeans, and brought the [-] kg of beans to Song Jingwen with one hand, "Then what should we do?"

Song Jingwen was still lost in thought, motionless like a wooden man.Xie Feng found it very interesting, and poked Song Jingwen with his finger on tiptoe.

The outstretched finger was held back by the "victim" without warning, Song Jingwen smirked and pecked the back of Xie Feng's hand, as if he was waiting for Xie Feng to jump into his encirclement.

Xie Feng was startled, and reflexively withdrew his hand, glared at Song Jingwen shamefully, took his hand and took a bite out of revenge, "It's even."

"What were you thinking just now, I told you to ignore me." Xie Feng's tone was a little bit aggrieved, in fact, he was acting like a baby because Song Jingwen liked him.

Song Jingwen rubbed Xie Feng's head, lifted the soybeans onto the tricycle, carried the little ancestor into the car himself, and put his smile on his forehead, "I want to make bean products, I want to build a house!"

Xie Fenghong didn't look at him with the tip of his ears, and looked embarrassed, "Is it a new house? Is it a new house for marriage?"

Song Jingwen groaned, deliberately piqued Xie Feng's curiosity, and then replied in a beating voice, "Of course, not."

Song Jingwen laughed like an idiot, Xie Feng's head was full of black lines, and he later realized that the other party was playing with him.He was so angry that he pushed Song Jingwen away and jumped out of the car, and ran away on his tricycle, leaving Song Jingwen behind.

If you do it yourself, you have to pay it back yourself!

Song Jingwen followed the tricycle bitterly, and when he caught up with the tail of the tricycle, he put his hands on the ground, kicked his heels on the ground, and jumped into the car.

The passer-by opened his mouth wide, he didn't expect such a coquettish operation.They immediately looked at the car in front of them with bright eyes, as if they could follow suit!

Song Jingwen hugged Xie Feng's narrow waist affectionately, rubbed it shamelessly, then stretched out his head from the side of his waist, coaxing, "Why are you still angry, can't you afford it!"

Xie Feng's foot slipped, his whole body paused, and he continued to ride the bicycle as if nothing had happened, just ignoring him.

Song Jingwen wrapped his arms around Xie Feng's neck beggingly, "Little ancestor, I'm just kidding. Let me tell you, our new house must be high-end. The one I was thinking of was a factory building."

Xie Feng glanced back, he was not angry a long time ago, and just leaned back calmly.Song Jingwen hurriedly kissed him knowingly, and smiled.

Xie Feng secretly touched the residual touch between the lower lip, and asked, "What kind of factory building?"

Song Jingwen took the opportunity to popularize a bunch of nouns for Xie Feng, "A house used to produce things in it. You see, although there are only a few hundred catties of soybeans now, there will be more soon. There must be no room for the house. Matters such as oil extraction must also be standardized later, and if we want to do it, we need to make a big one.”

Xie Feng thought about it for a while, and asked in confusion, "Why are there more soybeans, are you going to buy them?"

Song Jingwen's eyes rolled into a strong smile, and he pretended to be high-spirited and shook his index finger, "I don't need to buy it, someone will rush to deliver it to the door."

The tricycle stopped at the door of the "Xianghuan" restaurant, and the cotton candy machine was still running.Song Jingwen used his personal power unreasonably, grabbed a freshly baked marshmallow and stuffed it into Xie Feng's mouth.

Shopkeeper Qian ran out from behind the counter, "Boss, this is the ledger, have you checked it?"

Song Jingwen took the account book and glanced at it casually. The traditional characters gave him a headache. At the end of the month, Xie Feng can reconcile the account, so he won't bother himself.

"No hurry, how's the business going?" Song Jingwen asked while walking with a bag of soybeans.

Naturally, Shopkeeper Qian could not say that the business is not good, and reflected objectively, "Everything is good, there are no empty seats, and there are many people queuing up. There are also people who come for the storyteller. Those ladies want to enter but dare not." Those who came in were lingering at the door. This can drive away a lot of diners."

Song Jingwen glanced at the guests in the restaurant with some pain, and unloaded the soybeans from his shoulders and handed them to the waiter to soak in water in the kitchen.

"Adjust the scattered seats on the first floor, and leave a part to surround it with light gauze." Song Jingwen played with Xie Feng's fingers, and Xie Feng used the remaining hand to gently pinch his shoulders, very obediently.

Song Jingwen's tricycle was so recognizable that Song Shishan called him to the dealership just after he said a few words.

"Nephew, look, this is already the first counterfeit!" Song Shishan frowned, and pushed out a bicycle from the garage. From the appearance, it was indeed very similar to the one produced by "Xianghuan" , but it's not so refined when you look closely.

Xie Feng stepped forward to check it out, and said firmly, "This is indeed not done by me, and Carpenter Lin's skills are not so bad."

Song Jingwen wasn't angry at all, but rather happy. Feng Xifeng finally couldn't help but make a move, "So the business in our store has deteriorated?"

Song Shishan nodded, counting his fingers with a sad face, "Now at most three bikes are sold a day, and there is also a bicycle shop on the street next door. But the people who bought bikes from his house broke down and came to our house to repair them. Repair or not."

This is all expected, Song Jingwen's belly is full of bad water.

Xie Feng's eyes lit up, and he shook Song Jingwen's arm with a suppressed smile, "It's done, our second-generation bicycle can finally be released! Let him lose everything!"

Song Jingwen first threw out the counterfeit bicycles in the store, and then announced sonorously, "Only bicycles purchased in our store can be repaired for free. If it is purchased by another store, 'Xianghuan' will not be responsible. It does not belong to If the products in my store need to be repaired for a tael of silver, start."

"You write a sign and hang it at the door of the garage," Song Jingwen dragged Xie Feng into the room, and found a wooden board for Xie Feng to play freely.

Xie Feng's handwriting was all marked with a small hook, and he turned his wrist to write a vigorous and powerful announcement. The black ink penetrated into the grain of the wooden board.

After the notice was posted, Xie Feng told the people who specialize in building bicycles to work overtime.

Song Jingwen was not in a hurry, and Xie Feng thought of teaching Feng Xifeng a lesson, "First let those who buy cars go to trouble Feng Xifeng, and then trade the old ones for new ones, so that he won't be mad at him. Then, teach a few more repairmen, and they will The repair industry in Ningchang Town is in our own hands."

The matter of bicycles has long been arranged clearly, and now it is a matter of mass production.

Xie Feng nestled in Song Jingwen's arms, hooking Song Jingwen's fingers with great attachment, and gnawed at the blueprint of the oil press with a serious expression, "I know how to do it! I'll make a small sample first."

Song Jingwen turned Xie Feng's face and encouraged, "Little ancestor, I believe you can do it!"

Song Jingwen picked up a piece of paper from the table and listed on it the things to be done in the near future.

Xie Feng hooked his neck and peeked at the paper. They were all in strange fonts, and he could barely recognize a few.

Song Jingwen taught Xie Feng to recognize the new characters, and said with a smile, "I'm going to find someone to build a house and build a big factory. I will be the factory director, and you will be the factory director's wife."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 20, 6.25th year of Yuanlong calendar

My sewing hands finally found their home. I made a pair of big pants for my wife, but he was reluctant to wear them. Could it be that my yellow and green colors are not beautiful enough?

What, you can't swim in the pool you dug, and you can't wear big pants to enter the hot spring you found?So, I pushed him into the pool and accomplished the feat of changing clothes in the water!