Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

The factory is basically built, and there are still some small areas that need to be improved.Song Jingwen led Xie Feng and Song Zichen to the second floor. The overall appearance of the rooms on the second floor was much better than that on the first floor. The floors were polished and painted wooden boards.

"This is to open up the two rooms, so it occupies the largest area. It is used for your daily communication and to come up with some new things." Song Jingwen proudly pushed open the door of the room with the largest area, and he couldn't hide his small thoughts. He raised his eyebrows at Song Zichen and said, "I won't save you from always going to my little ancestor's room and spending more time than me."

Xie Feng couldn't help but look at Song Jingwen's jealous look, and secretly hooked his fingers, "We are doing serious business, and you will always add trouble when you come."

Song Jingwen grabbed Xie Feng's finger that was about to escape with his backhand, and interlocked his five fingers together, "I didn't add to the trouble! I also have a room here for work, let's call it an office. I want to choose the room in yours." Next door, except for the largest one, which is used to make things for you two, you both choose one of the other rooms as an office."

Song Zichen lowered his head in embarrassment, and randomly pointed to a room. He really didn't expect that there was a place for himself in the new house.

This new house was built with solid blue bricks, even better than the house his family lived in!

Song Jingwen didn't have any objections, anyway, Song Zichen had already signed a contract with him, and to put it bluntly, he was also a long-term worker under him.

"You can arrange the office according to your own ideas, and the downstairs is used as a production room." Song Jingwen lay down in the chair as if boneless, with his hands resting on the armrests, "One is used for making tofu flowers, and the other is for making For bean paste, one is used to make spicy strips, and the other is used to make tofu skin. The remaining two are used for post-processing, and the quality is checked to ensure."

Xie Feng sat across from Song Jingwen, this is the first time he heard about Latiao, his eyes widened curiously, "What is Latiao?"

Not to mention Song Zichen, he doesn't even know Doubanjiang, not to mention Latiao, and his ears are stuck.

Song Jingwen rolled his eyes slowly, and came up with a brilliant idea. Latiao has always been a delicacy that children cannot resist. Could he consider using child labor?

No, Song Yu has to be willing.I just happened to find something for him to do, so that he wouldn't be annoyed by teasing cats and dogs every day.

"Latiao is a small snack, made of tofu skin or flour, and cooked with seasonings such as chili noodles." Song Jingwen smacked his mouth calmly, "In short, the taste is very good, another day I'll make it for you to try."

Song Zichen's sense of existence was too low, Xie Feng nodded at him caringly and smiled, "Song Zichen and I can do it too, I'll cook it for you."

Song Jingwen pulled Xie Feng over happily, and hugged the little boyfriend lazily but contentedly, "That's good."

The Song family's factory officially started work, and Mrs. Li and Zhang Yuetao, who stayed to cook before, were taken into the factory by Song Jingwen because of their diligence and honesty.

This time the Song family is recruiting again, and all they want are women and brothers. They have always relied on men to support their families, and they couldn't sit still!

Pan Yue is a widowed brother in the village. His father-in-law died young and he lives alone.Everyone in the village called him the disaster star, saying that he killed his own man.He was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother. His husband who died early was obviously washed away by the flood. Could it be that he is the Dragon King, who can spray water?

But because of his handsome appearance with slender waist and pan temples, many bachelors have been attracted to evil thoughts.

There is a lot of gossip in front of Brother Widow, so every time he hears such words, Pan Yue will go up and beat him up unceremoniously.Gradually, his reputation in the village became bad.

This time, the conditions offered by the Song family are really attractive, and the most important thing is that they don't have to be in the same room as the man.Pan Yue deliberately uglified his appearance, and came here unkempt, "Boss Song, I can make tofu, please accept me."

Pan Yue tried his best to sell himself, and his black face could only be seen with a pair of eyes, "I learn things very fast, and I have great strength, so I can endure hardship."

Song Jingwen followed the voice, frowned undisguisedly, and waved his hands, "Clean yourself up before you come back. I'm hiring people to cook food here. The first thing is to ensure hygiene."

Pan Yue paused, and squeezed in front of Song Jingwen while speaking, hesitantly said, "Boss Song, is it true that the factory only recruits men and women?"

Song Jingwen let out a hey, and took a step back, "Of course it's true, how can a group of rough old men know how to cook, this is preferential treatment for you."

He thought to himself what's wrong with this brother, he talks as soon as he talks, why does he have to lean back.Everyone has a hunched back, but Pan Yue is different. He tilted his back backward. If his center of gravity was unstable, he would have fallen.

Pan Yue went back and forth, exuding the fragrance of saponins all over his body, and standing among a group of buddies had some meaning, "Boss Song, what should I do? Make tofu?"

That little face was so delicate, Xie Feng blocked Song Jingwen's sight upright, and hugged Song Jingwen's arm as if declaring ownership.Song Jingwen immediately expressed his loyalty, put his index finger on his lips, rubbed Xie Feng's lips again, and said with a smile, "I will give you a fragrant kiss."

Song Jingwen collected so many beans, Pan Yue took it for granted that he was making tofu.Pan Yue didn't fit in well, so naturally he didn't care about what was added to the town.

"It's not urgent," Song Jingwen rubbed Xie Feng's head amusedly. The other party understood and led Pan Yue into the office area on the second floor to sign a contract.

Seeing that Pan Yue was taken away, Zhang Yuetao said secretly to Song Jingwen, "Pan Yue is a disaster, Boss Song, you will suffer disaster if you take him in."

Song Jingwen shook his head nonchalantly. He doesn't believe in disasters, and those who can do things in a down-to-earth manner are good employees.

The operation of the factory is on the right track, all the machines needed are all made by Xie Feng himself, and it is foolish for others to steal their recipes.Song Shijia is both an ordinary female worker and a supervisor in the factory.After all, it is impossible for Song Jingwen to stay here all day, he has other things to do.

Song Jingwen and Xie Feng were busy buying things for the sea trip in the town, "Prepare more cotton-padded clothes, the sea will be wet and cold. Bring some fruit, or you will lose your mouth when you go out."

Xie Feng stopped picking fabrics, turned his head in doubt and asked, "Have you ever been to sea?"

Song Jingwen covered Xie Feng's head, and changed the subject with a smile, "We will go to sea in a few days, I will tell you about these things in the future."

Xie Feng nodded in a daze, no one has a secret yet.He looked around and saw that no one had noticed that the two of them had hooked Song Jingwen's neck just now, and said in a low voice, "Don't go to Liuhan Pass, it's not safe there. The famine in Jia country has just passed, and the national power is empty. It will surely be ready to move. A small bite will be torn into an irreparable crack, and there will be a war."

Xie Feng took this opportunity to tell about the major events that happened in his previous life, so that Song Jingwen could prepare early and not repeat the mistakes of his previous life.

Song Jingwen's eyes were closed, but Xie Feng didn't talk to him about romance, but about current affairs and politics?He is really a little bastard who doesn't know the golden wind and jade dew!

How can this work?Song Jingwen pinched the back of Xie Feng's neck, chased after Xie Feng like no one else, bit his lip with his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth again.

Xie Feng stared at Song Jingwen's face in shock, holding his breath until Song Jingwen had kissed enough.

"Little ancestor, breathe in, breathe out." Song Jingwen plucked Xie Feng's cheek lovingly, and teased, "Why can't you take a breath? People are born, old, sick and dying. You kissed and forgot to take a breath and suffocated." of."

Xie Feng thumped Song Jingwen angrily and cursed, "Nonsense!"

Xie Feng had a pair of red pointed ears, and there was a provocative look at the end of his eyes.He picked up the fabric again, "Shopkeeper, do you have a cloak at home?"

The shopkeeper of the clothing store is an expert, a cloak is not something poor people can afford, so since you asked this question, you must have money in your pocket.

The shopkeeper bypassed the counter and came out, clasping his hands regularly in front of him, "Of course there are, there are wolf skins, tiger skins, golden ones or fox skins, mink ones, you can see what you need." Which kind?"

He secretly waved his hand at the clerk, and the clerk moved out all the stock in the warehouse knowingly, and babbled nonchalantly with his eyes open, "Look, these are all goods that just came out this year. They are smooth and smooth! Even if they are three I am not afraid of the nine heavens."

Xie Feng picked up a uniform black cloak with a gold thread border and compared it to Song Jingwen's body, "Shopkeeper, can you try it?"

After the shopkeeper nodded, Xie Feng carefully put the cloak on Song Jingwen's body, and the fluff on the collar felt very comfortable on Song Jingwen's face.

Song Jingwen squinted his eyes in enjoyment. Anyway, clothes are for people to see. Xie Feng said that it is fine as long as they look good, and he just needs to be a hanger honestly.

Song Jingwen's face is as beautiful as the crown of jade in black, Xie Feng trimmed his collar in satisfaction, glared at him with a whimper, and said deliberately, "Black makes you look more serious, so let's take this one."

"Shopkeeper, how much is this cloak?"

"26 taels." The shopkeeper's eyes stared at Xie Feng brightly, and he didn't have to worry about selling this one for at least three days.

After Song Jingwen heard this, he wanted to pay, Xie Feng hurriedly pressed his hand, and counter-offered unhurriedly, "15 taels! You can see that it is in stock, and this year's goods haven't arrived yet, who are you fooling. "

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands embarrassingly, and took a step back, "The best leather, no matter how you say it, costs 22 taels."

Xie Feng finally won the black wolf fur cloak for 20 taels of silver, he was very happy.This was the first official thing he gave to Song Jingwen. After Xie Feng paid the bill, he threw it to Song Jingwen as if he was burning his hands in embarrassment.

It wasn't until Song Jingwen was pulled out of the clothing store that he realized that his little boyfriend only bought a cloak for him, but he didn't buy one for himself.

A trace of sourness climbed up Song Jingwen's fresh heart, and with a thought, he pushed Xie Feng away, "Go to the grocery store to buy two pairs of gloves, and then pick out some fruits. I just saw Feng Wu, and I have something to discuss with him. After you finish shopping, go to the restaurant and wait for me, and I will go find you."

Xie Feng glanced at him obediently, and went to the grocery store without any doubt.

Here, Song Jingwen walked into the clothing store when he saw Xie Feng walking away, shouting for the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was startled and thought he was here to return the goods, so he said first, "Once the items are sold, they will not be returned or exchanged!"

Song Jingwen glanced at the shopkeeper contemptuously. No matter how arrogant the after-sales store is, he said bluntly, "Virtue! Are you scared to death? I'm not here to return or exchange the goods. Take out those cloaks just now! "

Song Jingwen took a dark yellow cloak and hugged it seriously in his arms, looking quite satisfied.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper is a conscientious one with normal aesthetics, so he said cautiously, "Your husband has a fair complexion, and fiery red or white ones look good."

Song Jingwen stared suspiciously at the shopkeeper, "You can't sell it, right?"

These words are too unfair, the shopkeeper's old face twitched, and he smiled wryly, "Your..."

Song Jingwen quickly picked up, "Little husband."

"The ones your little husband touched the most are the red fox fur and the white one. I'm open for business, so naturally I wouldn't push the business out, right?"

Song Jingwen waved his hand, "Then pack both of them."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 15, 1.12th year of Yuanlong calendar

Is it because I fell asleep or Xie Feng got confused with the seasons, he insisted on eating iced drinks in winter, and he grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth if I didn't pay attention.At the end, he stuck out his tongue foolishly.

What I can do, of course, is to make him a chocolate milk popsicle.But the daughter-in-law's hands and feet are cold and can't cover the heat, so just try these things.I said I wanted to take a bite, and he handed it to me while blinking his eyes. I lost more than half of it in one bite, and he bit me angrily.

Hmph, it makes no sense!

Note: Gloves appeared in the Warring States Period