I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

May fifteenth.

This is a rare vacation. Some students in the county have returned home, but most of them stayed in the city. After all, it is only a short day. It is better to stay and get a good sleep before going shopping. readily.

Cai Ze, Xu Yong, and Ye Yingyao started wandering around. The things on the street were all they had seen before, and they were nothing unusual. They lost interest after walking around for a while.

Ye Yingyao said quickly: "Forget it,? There's not much to see on this street,? Brother Cai, Brother Xu,? I'm going to the bookstore to buy paper and ink. Do you want to go with me?"

Xu Yong thought for a while, then said: "It just so happens that my paper is about to run out, so I'll be with you."

The three of them left at once, and the two of them left. Cai Ze didn't want to go shopping alone, so he had to follow along and said, "Then I'll go too. Anyway... just buy a beautiful pen. into the new one."

The three of them went to the quiet and quiet street together. Unexpectedly, there seemed to be some notice posted at the door of the bookstore, and the door was a bit noisy. When they got closer, they seemed to hear someone saying "Hua Xing'an", "Xingyue" and "Hua Xing'an" "Ben" or something, I don't know why.

It was noisy outside the store, but it was much quieter inside. The seats in the bookstore were already full. This was a rare thing to see in the past. Not only was it full today, but there were also many people holding books on the shelves Standing by the side and the aisle reading a book.

Cai Ze was so curious that he tapped the folding fan on the palm of his hand and asked the buddy, "Why are there so many people here today?"

Wang Er was so busy today that he didn't even touch the ground. He saw how many people came in when someone asked, so he introduced: "Mr. It’s a rare opportunity to drop two cash for this book, and five cash for two books, let’s see if you three want to buy a few books?”

Wang Er was full of enthusiasm: "Today's new storybook is different from the past. The content is novel and interesting. You have never seen such a story. Even if you buy it back and show it in front of the classmates in the academy, it will be a matter of face! Look at today Whoever got the story book is not even willing to move his feet!"

This is true. Cai Ze also often comes to him to buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and the money is not small. Occasionally, he buys a lot and only gives him a change. This is the first time I have seen such a large-scale event. And he can see the situation in the bookstore, and he can even recognize some of them as people from their academy.

To be able to attract the attention of these people, and make them read the script without regard to being polite and decent, I have to say that he has become very interested in this new script.

Cai Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Xu, brother Ye, let's go and have a look too?"

Xu Yongye Yingyao replied: "Yes."

Cai Ze opened the newly published script, and was taken aback as soon as he opened it. He had never seen someone use such a novel world fantasy story. This person has a really big brain.

He continued to read, and the story inside was fast-paced, which made him grasp his heart instantly, and he didn't care about the writing for a while, and he was immersed in it.

Dazed again, he was startled by a hand stretched out from the slanting stab, looked up and saw Zhang Xiaowu who played truant from school the day before yesterday, he couldn't bear this kind of person who was not serious, so he gave him a displeased look, and left face to go.

Zhang Xiaowu snorted in his heart, the rich are like this, they look down on the poor peasants, what happened to the peasants, without them, these rich people can't even afford to eat, and they have the nerve to despise them.

He came here to wander here from time to time, just to see if the book that Zheng Chengan sold to the steward had been printed, and after he read it, he would be able to mock him more confidently.

As a result, I suddenly saw a new book today. Zhang Xiaowu didn't know Zheng Chengan's pen name at first, and thought he would have to work hard to find it, but when he saw the author's name of "Star Moon Continent"——Hua Xingan, He was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that this person combined his and Fu Lang's names as a pseudonym.

Zhang Xiaowu took out one of them, and stood a little further away from Cai Ze to read it.

Cai Ze wished that he would stay away from him. Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to find Xu Yong and Ye Yingyao, but he looked around but couldn't find them, so he walked out strangely.

In the end, I saw the two standing by a wall that did not obstruct others, fascinated by the sight. Cai Ze went over and patted the shoulders of the two, "Why did you come here? I almost couldn't find you."

Xu Yongye Yingyao Qiqi was excited, turned around and saw that it was a friend, and said helplessly: "Stand over there to delay people from shopping."

Xu Yong looked at the sky outside and said in surprise, "It's actually this time."

"Yeah." Cai Ze also followed, "I don't know what magic power this book has, it makes the three of us lose track of time, and we seem to be engrossed, if only we could be like this when reading supplementary books! "

The other two laughed at his words.

Cai Ze said again: "However, this story is worthy of my fellow's praise. It is indeed novel and interesting. Although the language is plain and simple, it catches people tightly. This trip is worthwhile!"

Xu Yong also sighed: "Yeah, I haven't read such an attractive storybook for a long time!" No, it should be said that I have never read such a storybook that makes people scratch their heads and want to read it.

I have to buy it, he thought.

Cai Ze asked the two of them: "It's getting late, are you going back now?"

Xu Yongdao: "I'll take some paper and leave."

Xu Yong and Ye Yingyao picked out some paper and ink, Cai Ze followed suit, took a Langhao pen, and went to the counter to pay the bill.

Each of them bought this "Star Moon Continent", but when the person in front of him checked out, Cai saw that the person brought a book with a familiar cover style, and the author's name on it seemed to be "Hua Xing'an", so he asked the clerk He asked, "Who wrote the book he took?"

Wang Erdao: "It's also written by the same author——Hua Xing'an, but that book's style is different from this one. It's a book that women and Shuang'er like to read. Will Mr. Cai also want to have a copy?"

Cai Ze thought of his mother who liked all kinds of novelties, and said, "Take a copy."

There were quite a lot of sales on this day, and almost everyone who got the book bought a copy to take away, and when it closed, there was only a small stack left.

There was still one person in the shop, so Wang Er stepped forward and called, "Guest officer?"

Zhang Xiaowu came back to his senses with a jolt.

Wang Erdao: "It's time for us to close. If the guest officer likes it, you might as well buy a copy and take it home to read. Our bookstore happens to be holding an event today. Buy a copy and get two cents off."

closed?

He actually knew it was closing time just by looking at it?

Zhang Xiaowu didn't believe that this was the reason for Zheng Cheng'an's script, he must have been too serious, so he forgot the time, isn't it the same when he usually reads books.

"Guest officer?" Wang Er called again.

Then Zhang Xiaowu dawdled and awkwardly said: "Then... take... take a copy."

He told himself that this was to find out the flaws, so that he could laugh at Zheng Chengan's normal behavior at that time, and it had nothing to do with the content of this script.

The three went back to the bookstore together, and Su Jingshuo lived in the same room with them. When the three came back, he excitedly shared with them: "You are back? Come and see, what I bought today ?!"

He smiled triumphantly: "You will never guess."

"Oh?" Cai Zedao, "We also found something good today, and you will never guess it."

"What is it? Forget it, let's look at mine first."

Su Jingshuo moved away, and an object was shining with colorful lights in the evening sun. Several people leaned over to take a closer look curiously, "What is this?"

In front of him was an exquisite cup with a small round bottom and a relatively deep cup. The middle was connected by a solitary glazed pillar. The whole was clear and transparent, with crystal clear light like radiance.

"This is... the legendary glazed cup?!" Cai Ze said in shock.

He hammered Su Jingshuo's shoulder, "The price is not cheap, Brother Su has courage!"

Hearing this, Su Jingshuo's face collapsed, "Stop talking, my father will definitely beat me up after spending so much time going back."

Cai Ze smiled and said, "It just so happens that I have a good thing here. Bringing it home can't be said to help you escape a beating. At least it can save your father from dealing with it."

"It would be great to have less, let me have a look at something." Su Jingshuo said impatiently.

Cai Ze shook the booklet in his hand: "Here, this is it."

Su Jingshuo thought that Cai Ze was teasing him, and said with a bitter face, "What a good thing this is. My father has all kinds of lonely copies, and the ones I sent are tasteless."

Cai Zedao: "It's not an ancient book, it's a storybook."

"The script?!" Su Jingshuo said in surprise, "Brother Cai, don't scare me. My father will only beat me up when he sees this thing. Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

"Hey, don't be in a hurry." How could Cai Ze expect that Amway would not be sold, and hurriedly said, "Just take a look and you will understand."

Su Jingshuo took the storybook, full of doubts, isn't it just a storybook, as for this?He, Cai Ze, has never seen anything good.

With such a mood, Su Jingshuo lit the oil lamp to watch after dinner.

After reading this, he saw dawn. After reading one book, he didn't think it was enough, so he also finished the other book brought back by Cai Ze.

So, when Cai Ze got up the next day, he faced Su Jingshuo who was yawning and had two big dark circles under his eyes. He was startled, "You...what's going on?"

"Ah——" Su Jingshuo yawned big, stretched his waist and said, "It's not all the scripts you brought back, you have been reading me for most of the night, and you were caught by the college's bell after not sleeping much. Woke up."

Su Jingshuo had sleepy tears in his eyes, "I'm so sleepy, if it wasn't for Mr. Song's class today, I would have escaped and continued to catch up on sleep."

Cai Ze smiled and said, "Who told you to say that yesterday, did you believe me?"

Su Jingshuo said: "I believe it, I believe it, by the way, if any of you go out today, remember to bring me a book of this story, you need both."

"Understood, wait... two kinds?" Cai Zedao, "You read that one too? No wonder it took so long, but the guy said it's what women and Shuang'er like to read. I originally wanted to give it to my mother. You brought it home, why do you like it too?"

"..." Su Jingshuo said: "Yeah, you should be able to watch them all... You should watch it first, it's pretty good."

There are quite a few people like Su Jingshuo. Many of them didn’t go to the bookstore that day.

At noon, Su Jingshuo went out secretly under the pretense of having a meal. When he arrived, he asked the waiter, "Where is the book you sold yesterday? Get me a copy."

Wang Er was embarrassed and said: "Young master is late, this book has already been sold out."

"Sold out?!" Su Jingshuo opened his eyes wide, "Didn't the book start selling yesterday? It's sold out now?"

"Yes, sir." Wang Er was both happy and distressed. He was quite happy when someone came to buy it this morning, but he was sold out not long after, and everyone who came behind was disappointed, "But we are here There are other books by the same author, do you want it?"

Su Jingshuo originally wanted to buy two copies, so he immediately said: "Of course, I want two copies." So as not to sell out again.

The popularity of the story book this time is surprising, even He Jiaxiang did not expect it to be sold out so quickly, he was still a little dazed when he heard Wang Er came to report, he asked in an erratic voice: "Both... are sold out? "

Wang Erdao: "Yes." After another day, some people who came to buy "Star-Moon Continent" found that they were sold out, so they bought this book by the way, and some even came here to buy scripts for ladies and husbands. buy that one.

He Jiaxiang swallowed his saliva: "Add printing, add it now." Not only to add, but also to add more. His Mingde Bookstore has branches in almost every city. This market verification has given him hope, presumably other cities It won't sell too badly either.

Therefore, He Jiaxiang has been busy with printing since the evening. This batch of goods is so large that he didn't sleep long at night. He went to the printing office early in the morning and kept an eye on it all the time.

After working for a long time, He Jiaxiang remembered that he hadn't brought the manuscripts that should be taken this month. In addition to the ones that were sold this time and those that are being reprinted, he took the account book and calculated, rewritten the entire expenses and profits, and handed over the manuscripts. Give it to Wang Er, and say to him: "You send the profit this time to Zheng Cheng'an, and bring back the manuscript for next month by the way."

When Wang Er arrived, the courtyard of Zheng's house was smoking.

Zheng Chengan didn't know what he was doing, his face was flushed and his forehead was sweating.

This morning.

Zheng Cheng'an is not used to the wheat rice cooked directly, and it happened that the early harvested wheat was almost dry, so he and Lian Xing grinded a lot of flour yesterday.

A pot of steamed buns was steamed last night. They were slightly yellow and soft, and fluffy bubbles appeared inside when they were torn open. The whole family almost ate half of their meal last night.

And in the morning, when he had nothing to do in the yard, he remembered something that his grandma used to love to make - fried noodles.

This fried noodles is not fried noodles in the general sense, but fried flour.

The finely ground flour needs to be coarsely sieved, then poured into the pot and stir-fried continuously until the wheat flour is fried until golden, and even the air exudes a strong aroma of wheat.

But at this time, the fried flour may form small lumps. Zheng Chengan repeatedly sifts through the coarse and fine sieves. The kitchen is too hot in summer, but the flour is all on the chopping board and table, and it is inconvenient for him to go out. I had to continue to sieve under the hot sweat.

Fortunately, Lian Xing quickly came to help. He was very strong, and after only two times, a pimple disappeared.

As soon as Zheng Chengan left the kitchen, he heard someone calling him at the door.

It turned out to be Wang Er.

This time he was the only one, and he came here in someone else's ox cart, and he walked a long way.

When Wang Er saw his face, he was startled and said, "You..."

Zheng Chengan only felt that he was hot, and hadn't looked in the mirror yet, so he wiped his face with his sleeve indifferently, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wang Er only feels disillusioned now, it is obvious that he can write a vigorous young character like Lin Yuan in the book, but at this moment in front of him is Zheng Chengan, whose face is blushing and is about to explode, his clothes are disheveled, his forehead is fluttering, and he does not pay attention to appearance. There is no elegance and decency of a scholar!

Even so, he still respectfully said: "Mister's book sold very well, so the steward printed another batch, and I sent over the first batch and the profit from the reprint, and let me bring back this month's manuscript by the way. "

Zheng Chengan was overjoyed, this is to send money!

He greeted him casually, "Please sit in the room."

He washed his face with cold water, it was cool and refreshing, and he felt very comfortable. By the way, he closed the skirt of his clothes that had been pulled open to dissipate heat, and then entered the house.

Wang Er handed him the note written by the steward together with the purse. Zheng Chengan was startled by the weight as soon as he got it. He opened the purse and took a look, there were ten small silver ingots in it.

One is five taels, then this is...

50 taels? !

Zheng Chengan was so excited that he blurted out: "Why are there so many?"

Wang Er covered his mouth and smiled, "Sir, it's well written. The first printing has already sold out. This is a total of two times."

Zheng Chengan smiled, became more reserved, and slowly looked at the list He Jiaxiang had made.

After reading it, he knew that it was true.

Although this is the sum of the two books, he still finds it a bit unbelievable.

You must know that this place is not like modern times. Others only use five taels of silver when they marry a daughter-in-law, and five taels of silver can be spent by ordinary families for a year. His income this time is simply a huge sum of money here.

It turned out that his articles had never been so popular before, so it was born at an untimely time.

At this time Wang Er asked about the monthly draft again, Zheng Chengan said: "I have already written it, don't worry, I will get it for you now."

When he brought it, he saw that Mrs. Li and Mrs. Zheng who had gone out had gone home. At this moment, Wang Er was flustered by Mrs. Li's questioning, like a child who was questioned by seven aunts and eight aunts during the Chinese New Year, weak, pitiful, and helpless. help.

Zheng Cheng'an hurriedly stepped forward to rescue him, and said, "Ah Mu, you're back so soon?"

"Of course I'm back," Li Shi gave him a look, "If we don't come back, you will leave without leaving anyone for dinner, right?"

Zheng Chengan scratched his head: "How can it be?"

Wang Er hurriedly said: "I just came here today to deliver something, so I won't keep it. I still have something to do when I go back."

Mrs. Li enthusiastically said: "If there is anything to do, don't delay a meal."

"It's really not. Mr. Zheng's book sells very well in the county, but now the supply is in short supply. I have to go back to work." Wang Erqing said sincerely.

"This..." Li Shi hesitated.

Wang Er turned his attention to Zheng Cheng'an for help.

"Cough..." Zheng Cheng'an said, "Let him go back, he is a little boy, and his boss is busy, so is it appropriate for him not to rush back to work?"

It's a little out of place.

Mrs. Li was not reconciled, and said: "Don't eat if you don't eat, then you have to bring some things from our house back. It's already noon, how uncomfortable it is to be hungry all the way!"

Wang Er nodded and had no choice but to agree.

Wang Er put away the scriptures that Zheng Chengan gave him. It was not only this month's, but he even wrote next month's. He was afraid that it would be too troublesome for him to run around, so he took it away with him.

When it was time to leave, Mrs. Li came out with a jar and several paper bags in the other hand.

"There is vegetable oil in this jar. I squeezed it at home. It is nutritious and delicious. Go back and try it."

"This is a package of food for you. If you are hungry on the road, you can take it out and eat it directly. You can eat it if you are full."

"I poured some cold water into the bamboo tube for you, but it's still warm. If you choke, your saliva will flow smoothly."

"And this, An Zixin's trick, by the way, how do you eat it?" Mrs. Li somewhat forgot what Zheng Cheng'an said this morning, and raised her head to ask.

As soon as Zheng Cheng'an was mentioned, he became interested, "It's easy, why don't I demonstrate it to you, and the time for a cup of tea won't delay your business."

Zheng Chengan took out two big bowls, intending to make more, but he hadn't tasted it yet.

Two or three spoonfuls of fried noodles were scooped into each of the two large bowls, and then he quickly stirred it with chopsticks while pouring hot water. In fact, it was the same as the modern method of making various milk powder, sesame paste, etc., except that the contents were changed. up.

After soaking the two bowls, he added salt and sugar respectively and continued to stir them evenly.

When I was a child, my grandparents were reluctant to spend money, and I liked to eat salted food, so what I made for him was sweet.

Zheng Cheng'an likes to soak thinly, like drinking salty or sweet porridge, so he poured out a small bowl of sweet one for Wang Er to taste.

Then he poured another portion for Mrs. Li.

Wang Er opened his eyes wide after taking a sip, drank the whole bowl in two or three sips, and praised: "It smells so good! It also smells like wheat rice, so delicious!"

"Then try another flavor."

Zheng Chengan poured him another bowl of salty ones.

"Well..." Wang Erdao, "The salty smell is even stronger, and after drinking two bowls, I feel like I've finished a meal, and I'm not hungry at all."

Zheng Chengan raised his eyebrows, "That's natural."

This is fried noodles, made of wheat flour, just like eating steamed buns or wheat rice, it gives you a strong sense of fullness, sometimes his grandma just soaked thick noodles and ate them directly if he didn't want to cook.

Zheng Cheng'an sent him all the way outside the village, watching him get on the bullock cart with big and small bags before going back.

When returning, a villager saw him and asked curiously: "Zheng Chengan, who was that person next to you just now? Why do I look like the person who came to the village to look for your bookstore last time?"

Zheng Chengan didn't expect to be recognized, so he could only say: "Yes."

The man asked unwillingly: "Why is he here this time? How much did you sell for what you wrote last time?"

"Not much." Zheng Chengan said perfunctorily, "What are you going to do? How much wheat did your family harvest this year? I see that your field is growing well, so the harvest is not low, right?"

The man smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, that's all."

Zheng Cheng'an knew that although the villagers were all smiling towards him on the surface, they were very rare when they saw him, and praised him left and right, but they were actually waiting to see his jokes.

After all, the scriptures, shameful and unable to make money can prove that what they say is correct, so that they can stand on the moral high ground and persuade others.

The man stopped pestering him to ask questions, so he quickened his pace and went home. After all, he still had his delicious fried noodles at home.

As soon as Wang Er went back, he planned to go directly to the printing office to find the steward, but someone pointed him to the outer hall and said the steward was there, so he turned around and went straight.

"Steward, I brought back the new manuscript, and I brought you delicious food. Mr. Zheng made it himself. It's delicious. I've never seen it before."

Wang Erxu babbled past, and when he entered the door, he was stunned. There was another person in the hall, sitting majestically on the upper seat, looking over with sharp eyes, as if it could pierce his body.

Wang Er was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head and made a bow.

He Jiaxiang made a relief and said, "I haven't seen the county magistrate yet."

Surprised, Wang Er hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, "Caomin pays homage to the magistrate."

Zhou Jian nodded and said, "Get up."

Wang Er sticks to the wall cautiously, not daring to vent his breath.

He Jiaxiang smiled cheerfully, breaking the stagnant atmosphere, "What delicious food makes you so excited?"

Under the coercion of the county magistrate, Wang Er did not dare to act rashly, lest he would be noticed by the county magistrate. Unexpectedly, he was as cautious as a thief, and the steward would take the initiative to lead the words to him, "Master..." Here we go, let's eat later.

He Jiaxiang understood his fear, but he didn't want to stay here anymore to chat with him. The county magistrate originally came to ask about the "Chasing Wife" on behalf of his wife. He changed the name of the book. I am afraid that the title of the book will be noticed by people in the capital directly. After all, his bookstore in the capital is also quite large.

Originally, the magistrate of the county came to ask, so he had to donate a few copies, but the shop had sold out long ago, and the new ones were still being printed, so he couldn't get them out even if he wanted to!

Ye Xingwen has collected two books, but it is impossible for him to snatch his husband's!

So, he had no choice but to be very careful and very tactful, and slowly revealed the news in the chat.

He also felt very uncomfortable during this conversation, he could hardly sit still, and finally Wang Er came back, just breaking the somewhat quiet atmosphere between the two of them.

Zhou Jian said, "What is it?"

Wang Er had no choice but to unload the burden slowly. The flour was wrapped in a paper bag, and he said cautiously: "This is called fried noodles. It is a novelty made of wheat. It is brewed and drunk. Or... give it to you. Soak it?"

Wang Er secretly prayed, refused, must refuse.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Jian thought for a while, then slowly nodded and said, "Yes."

Wang Er had no choice but to leave with tears in his eyes.

He brewed it in a large tea bowl and served it up, and then pasted it on the wall next to the steward.

Zhou Jian looked at the two large bowls in front of him. At first glance, they were dusty loess, but they smelled a unique fragrance. He picked up a glass of the bowl that was said to be salty, and tasted it.

With the tip of his tongue, he felt a strong salty aroma, and after swallowing, he felt that the fragrance of the earth, sunshine, and wheat waves slid down his throat. Zhou Jian even felt that he was not drinking, but saw the yellow earth in front of him. The sweat of the farmers' hard work and the scene of the waves of wheat blowing by the wind.

He swallowed what was in his mouth and asked, "You said this is... fried noodles?"

Wang Er replied: "Yes, my lord."

Zhou Jian asked again: "How is this done?"

Wang Er heard Mr. Zheng and his mother mention it, and it just came in handy at this moment, and replied: "Mr. Zheng made this by frying it with ground flour. It is simple and easy to eat. It is also made of fresh wheat harvested this year." Yes, the taste is pure."

"It's really convenient and easy to eat, and I feel full after eating a bowl." He Jiaxiang said, "This thing is quite useful. If you go out or do business in a caravan, it will be a lot more convenient when you rest in the wilderness .”

The speaker is not interested in the listener, and the caravan is useful for traveling, so can the army also use it?

When marching in the field, most of them eat dry hard pancakes soaked in hot water. If you use this thing to make a bowl anytime and anywhere, it will not taste much better than hard dry food.

He was a little distracted in the following conversation, he knew he should go, after all, he already knew that the story book was sold out, and he had to wait for the next time if he wanted to buy it, but at this moment he could only keep it stiffly, thinking about how he could do it decently. Ask for some chow mein.

In the end, seeing that the atmosphere stagnated again, he had no choice but to say goodbye, and the other two on the field were overjoyed and sent them off warmly.

Zhou Jian closed his eyes, and said with difficulty: "I wonder if Manager He can bear the pain and give me some of this fried noodles? I just ate it and felt happy. I want to take some back for my wife to taste."

He Jiaxiang said happily: "This is natural."

He originally wanted the magistrate to take all the bags away, but Zhou Jian refused, thinking that would be too embarrassing, so he asked Wang Er to quickly prepare clean utensils and fill more than half of them for the magistrate.

After Zhou Jian returned home, he went straight to the back kitchen. Naturally, the county magistrate's house kept white, fine and clean flour all year round.

Zhou Jian waved them to get up, and then he took apart the things he brought back, set out a bowl for them to observe, and told them how to make it.

Zhou Jian waited for a while, and the kitchen staff came to report that they had made fried noodles.

Zhou Jian pinched the same bag of burnt yellow flour that he brought back with him, the corners of his lips curled up, and he already had a plan in mind.

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