The little husband of the sick prince's family

Ning Geer's concept of home first came from the meticulous grandmother who picked him up and took him home. Later, after he was sent to the Wu family, he faced the strong and mean Wu family, watching her oppress Wu Dalang and spoil Wu. Qinglang, and Father Wu who was paralyzed on the bed every day being insulted by her on the bright side.

When eating at home, they are always allowed to serve after Wu Qinglang, who came back from the academy in the town, has finished eating. If there is more food, he will be scolded by Wu's "starved ghost reincarnated" or rolled his eyes. .

Only then did Ning Ge'er realize that what he thought was normal was actually abnormal.

A normal family should have a harmonious relationship like Brother Ning and the others, with an orderly division of labor, without scolding, insulting, or domestic violence...

After breakfast, many people came to the yard one after another, chatting and chatting.

"Grandma Song, are you here too?"

"Well, I'm getting old, my eyesight is blurry, I can't even hold a needle and thread, I only have this little strength left to peel sweet potatoes, thankfully Brother Yun doesn't dislike me as an old woman."

Granny Song's eyes were shining with stars and water, and 50 Wen a day was more than half a day's wages for Da Lang in the town.

The rest of the older ones looked at each other and agreed gratefully: "Yes, thanks to Brother Yun's kindness."

The praise was like a torrent of river water, so that when they saw Zou Yun appearing, they followed his figure with eyes like a torch, as if seeing a shining golden God of Wealth.

"Brother Yun, everyone is ready, when can we start construction."

"Yeah, Brother Yun, when will it start?" A group of people rolled up their sleeves, ready to do a big job.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he was bathed in the kind and loving eyes of the elders. Zou Yun expressed that he was under a lot of pressure. This scene involuntarily reminded him of the scene in his previous life when he returned to his hometown during the Spring Festival and was surrounded by villagers for group photos.For this reason, he was teased by his fans for a long time, and he posted a lot of emoticons, which went viral on Weibo for a day and a night.

He grinned skillfully and cleared his throat: "All the tools are in the kitchen, and we can start after we move them out."

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For a while, in the small yard, everyone occupied a small corner, working hard, grinding sweet potatoes in full swing.

"Brother Yun, I've finished the cart you ordered." Carpenter Fang shouted in a loud voice, "Come out and have a look, if you're not satisfied, I'll modify it right away, and I've brought all the tools with me. "

If there is a VIP system in this era, Zou Yun must be Fang Carpenter's diamond VIP, ranking first in his heart.

"Here we come, Master Fang."

Zou Yun's words of "Master" made Carpenter Fang smile again. Unexpectedly, he, a carpenter, would have the opportunity to be called a master. Carpenter Fang secretly straightened his waist, like a rooster fighting for victory, with great air.

Carpenter Fang courteously pushed the trolley in front of Zou Yun, raised his voice and confidently introduced: "Brother Yun, you are satisfied with the trolley this time, I purposely divided the space below into two parts, one is for the stove , and the other layer can be used for seasonings and vermicelli, which can be locked after they are sold out.”

Zou Yun circled the cart, nodded with satisfaction, and handed the rest of the money to Carpenter Fang: "Thank you, Uncle Fang."

"Brother Yun, next time I have work to find my uncle, and my uncle will do it for you right away, so there's no need to wait."

Granny Song, who was hard at work peeling sweet potatoes in a corner, looked at Zou Yun even more eagerly. From now on, if anyone dared to speak ill of Brother Yun in front of her, she would raise her crutch and hit her on the head severely.

The rumors are not credible, Brother Yun is kind!

……

The next morning, when Zou Yun was still asleep, Qi Lin got up, poured out the sweet potato water in the yard that had become clear after overnight precipitation, scooped up the sweet potato powder inside, and put them into a sealed earthenware pot .

"Dingling, Dingling, it's time to wake up." 001 sounded in my mind as promised.

The person on the bed squirmed twice, then fell silent, a moment later a carp rolled and quickly rolled off the bed, after more than a month, he was finally about to leave the stall again.

When Zou Yun arrived at the market, it was already 11 o'clock in the noon, which was the time of meal, and the smell of food stalls on the street came to his face, and there was an endless stream of shouts.

"Hey, isn't this the little brother who sells ice powder? It's so cold, I think he came here for nothing today." Ms. Liu murmured gloatingly with her companions, the whites of her eyes almost rolled up.

This summer, because of the ice powder born by Zou Yunhengkong, her mung bean soup, which sold well in previous years, was greatly reduced. Usually, a pot of mung bean soup would be sold out after half a day, but now there is still some leftovers at night. Her eyes were poisonous. staring at Zou Yun.

"Isn't that right? He sells drinks on this kind of day. Maybe there's something wrong with his head." The woman wearing a headscarf stretched out her stubby fingers and poked her head with a smile, her eyes full of tears. It was a sneer, and he folded his hands on his chest, waiting with great interest for Zou Yun to make a fool of himself.

"Brother Zou, you are finally here. I have been thinking about your ice powder these days." The simple-looking man rubbed his hands excitedly.

Before Zou Yun could speak, he spit out a series of words quickly: "No peanuts, no hawthorns, more brown sugar, more jelly."

"No, there is no ice today..." Zou Yun stared round his eyes, and said the last word dryly: "Powder."

The copper coins fell from mid-air, and the sound of spinning in the piggy bank was particularly obvious.

The little brother had tears in his eyes: "...Little brother Zou, what are you selling now?" His favorite ice powder can no longer be eaten, woo woo woo.

"Hot and sour noodles, it's cold now, and ice noodles are not easy to sell." Zou Yun caught a glimpse of the sad eyes of the old customers and explained.

"Okay...then give me a bowl of sour...hot and sour noodles, how much is it?"

"5 words."

Before coming here, Zou Yun had already cooked the vermicelli at home, and the vermicelli just needs to be boiled again, and the vermicelli will be soft.

When adding seasoning, he deliberately added half a teaspoon of chili oil. People in this era have a mild taste and cannot eat too spicy.

Sitting on the bench with a big bowl full of vermicelli, the little brother looked at the little minced meat on the hot and sour vermicelli, and felt that the 5 cents was too valuable, and bursts of aroma wafted out of his nostrils. He picked up the vermicelli and was about to Passing it to his mouth, the smooth vermicelli brushed the corner of his mouth, fell back into the bowl, and splashed his face.

The curious crowd burst into laughter, the little brother blushed instantly, and a few shrewdly shouted: "Little brother, are you not good enough, you can't even hold vermicelli."

In order to prove that he is very good, the little brother is dedicated this time, and this time he finally eats vermicelli, which is smooth in the mouth and full of stamina, just one word: eat!

Suck and suck, the little brother eats so deliciously, people watch and swallow.

The people in the back row stood on tiptoes, raised their necks and tried to see, but they still saw the head, and asked anxiously: "Little brother, is it delicious?"

"Hmm...it's super delicious." The little brother said that he had forgotten what ice powder was.

"Don't squeeze, the little brother said, it's delicious." The little lady in front couldn't hold back her eyes because she was concerned about her image.

"You little girl, you are so pretty, why do you have such a temper?"

Zou Yun didn't want bloody disasters to happen on the first day of opening the stall: "Today's opening has a big discount, five cents a bowl."

Oh, it's a penny cheaper, and a bowl of noodle stalls costs 5 pennies, and there is no minced meat, so everyone rushes to it, taking advantage of it for nothing.

Soon, there was a long queue in front of the stall.

Sister Liu gave her man a wink, and while Zou Yun wasn't paying attention, the two of them walked towards the frowning noodle stall owner, thinking, with so many people this time, can I still not cure you?