The little husband of the sick prince's family

The deceased is like a husband who does not want to leave day or night.

The sultry summer is over, say goodbye to annoying sounds such as cicadas chirping, frogs chirping, and mosquitoes buzzing.

Anyway, autumn is finally here! ! !

Autumn is high and crisp, golden leaves cover the whole land, and the cool wind blows away the heat and brings coolness.

As expected, the ice powder business dropped again and again, and the money earned was less than half of what it was at its peak. After Zou Yun used up the accumulated ice powder seeds, he resolutely closed the stall and quit.

Next, he will be a little baby bird waiting to be fed by Qi Lin.

The days were leisurely and leisurely. When Zou Yunxian was about to grow spider webs, the seedlings planted in summer were already covered with bright red fruits under the blessing of Lingquan water. Each one was plump and delicate, which made people grow up at a glance. love heart.

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The peppers are ripe! ! !

This is really wonderful news! ! !

Zou Yun, a small vegetable farmer, wearing a straw hat and carrying a bamboo basket, finally experienced the joy of the farmer's uncle's bumper harvest.

"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in growing peppers."

"La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in picking peppers."

The small yard is filled with songs that are out of tune but still full of joy.

In the study room, the sound of reading aloud was interrupted, but even though the magic sound lingered in his ears, the owner was not angry at all. Holding a book in his hand, he leaned lazily halfway in front of the window, his peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Smiling, he watched intently the young man pouted in the vegetable field looking for the peppers that fell on the ground carefully, and muttered: "Strange? I saw it here just now..."

"Hey, Brother Yun, what's the matter? You're so happy." The forthright Mrs. Song pushed open the fence door, rubbed her ears, and asked with a smile.

This brother Yun is good everywhere, but he likes to hum some weird songs, and he doesn't know who he learned from.

The key is that it doesn't sound good! ! !

"Ma'am, it means that the vegetables planted in summer are ripe." Zou Yun replied with a smile, with a little complacency in his tone.

"The dishes are ripe, ma'am, let's see how they look. If possible, ma'am will introduce you to the restaurant, so that you don't have to go to the town early and late..."

The scene in the vegetable garden has a panoramic view. The half-meter-high green poles are full of leaves, and the bright red fruits are like a shy little girl showing half of her face.

Hmm~ The growth is good, and the fruit looks heavy and heavy, but is this crescent-like red fruit really edible?

She didn't take the rare thing that Zou Yun said before, thinking that Brother Yun had never plowed the fields, looked young and was coaxed by others, but now it is really a rare thing, Aunt Song thought about it and asked: "Brother Yun Son, what kind of dish is this?" There was curiosity in his tone.

"It's chili."

"Chili? Can you eat it?" Mrs. Song couldn't help but think of the large red mushrooms on the mountainside. A few years ago, Wang Ergou was poisoned to death after eating poisonous mushrooms by mistake.When the doctor came, he was already foaming at the mouth, his limbs were black, and he had lost all strength. Mrs. Song patted her heart and asked.

In Aunt Song's heart, the darker the color, the more poisonous it is.

"Yes, we ate chili-fried dishes in Yunling a few days ago. Look, ma'am, I'm still lively." Zou Yun turned around after speaking.

Aunt Song was so teased by him that she couldn't see her teeth. She smiled and took out the big sweet potatoes in the basket one by one: "Brother Yun, you can eat these sweet potatoes. The harvest of sweet potatoes is good this year, and you can't finish them."

Aunt Song has always been enthusiastic. She usually has something to eat at home and always brings some to Zou Yun.

"Thank you, Mrs. Song."

Aunt Song didn't see any joy, and complained with a frowning face: "The price of sweet potatoes went up the year before last, and every household in the village planted sweet potatoes. Now there is a bumper harvest, and no one wants sweet potatoes piled up in the field. Now it costs two cents a catty. In a few days My God, maybe I don’t even have a penny, and it’s not as expensive as traveling, so I have to let it rot in the field.” Aunt Song regretted it when she thought about it, and she lost her temper when Da Zhuang persuaded her.

Hearing that the price of sweet potatoes was so cheap, Zou Yun rolled his dark eyes: "Ma'am, how many sweet potatoes are there in your field?"

Aunt Song thought: "There are about 400 to 500 catties left."

"Ma'am, I'll take it all."

Aunt Song was in a hurry, fearing that this silly boy would do something stupid: "Brother Yun, the aunt just said casually that she didn't ask you to buy it, as long as you have the intention, come to the field when you are free, and the aunt makes roasted sweet potatoes. Just come and eat."

Zou Yun thought for a while, instead of making Mrs. Song think about it, it is better to invite him to taste the hot and sour noodles that are popular all over the street tonight. Brother Zhuang, everyone gather together."

Seeing that Zou Yun didn't insist, Mrs. Song's heart hanging in her throat finally returned to its original place, and she nodded in agreement.

After sending the aunt away, Zou Yun sharpened his knife and slammed at the sweet potato.First wash off the soil on the sweet potatoes in the sink.

The next step is to grind the sweet potatoes into foam.

But this step stumped Zou Yun. He searched every corner of the kitchen, but he couldn't find the wiper.

It may be that the eraser board has not been invented in this era, Zou Yun sighed.

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"Knock, buckle." The simple wooden door rang three times, and the little husband poked his head out from the outside: "Brother Lin, I want to use my pen and ink."

The little husband can write?Qi Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise: "Brother Yun, has he ever read?"

Zou Yun shook his head honestly. When he was in school, his grades were at the bottom of the crane. He was a typical scumbag. His pen writing was a little better than the dog crawling style. Needless to say, he didn’t know anything about calligraphy.

Qi Lin spread the rice paper on the table and helped him grind it, standing aside and staring at Brother Yun curiously.

Zou Yun's fingertips were numb, and Qi Lin's eyes were bright, reminding him of the fear of being dominated by the head teacher when he was in school.

He held the brush holder stiffly in his hand, and stayed in mid-air until a drop of ink smeared on the rice paper, and then hurriedly wrote, scribbled out the shape of the wiper.

"Brother Lin, have you seen this kind of tool?"

Qi Lin looked at the countless hollow circles drawn in a large frame on the rice paper, and fell into deep thought: "... I have never seen it before."

Zou Yun was frustrated, did he really want to use a kitchen knife to chop the sweet potatoes into pieces?

Ten catties down, the hand must be broken!

"But this is a simple pattern. You can show it to the carpenter Fang in the east of the village. The tables, stools, carts, and brushes in the village are all bought from him. Your pattern is very simple and can be carved in less than a quarter of an hour. "

The fields are intertwined, ten thousand mu of good land is divided into small pieces, and the heavy ears of rice bend the platycodon grandiflorum.The autumn wind blows, the rice waves roll, and the rice fragrance is intoxicating.

People working in the fields only saw Yue Yue's white figure jumping past.

"Is that Brother Yun?"

"Seems to be"

"Why are you running so fast?"

"do not know."

The boy's hair was flying, and there was only the whistling wind in his ears.

When Zou Yun arrived, carpenter Fang was carving patterns for the table, and his gray gown was covered with shavings and sawdust.

"Brother Yun, what do you want to carve?" After putting down the carving knife, Fang Carpenter noticed that Zou Yun was holding a blueprint in his hand, and asked.

"Brother Fang, I would like to ask you to help me make a wiping board. It should be larger in shape. It is best to hold it against the wooden basin when it is placed at an angle. The hole in the middle should be made of a harder material." Spreading out the drawing, Zou Yun explained every detail. All explained carefully.

"This wiping board is a novelty." Carpenter Fang clenched his fist against his chin, rubbing his thumb against the corner of his jaw, and said, "The manual and material costs total 500 Wen. If you want it now, add 100 Wen."

Carpenter Fang squinted at Zou Yun, and said slowly: "Don't think it's too expensive, if the hole in your middle is made of wood, it will be smoothed in a few days. I just have an extra iron plate here, so it will be cheaper for you." .”

Zou Yun thought and heard the words and readily paid 600 papers: "Brother Fang, I want it now."

"OK"