With a brain-loving husband [travel]

A group of servants gathered around Fang Yun, looking at the plate of bitter chrysanthemum in his hand, they all let out surprise sounds.

There was also a boy who was more talkative on weekdays. He couldn't hold back and stretched out his fingers to pick a flower to eat, but was patted on the back of his hand by another boy who was watching.

"Greedy for what? Brother Yun brought it to his husband." Even after saying this, he still couldn't help swallowing, "Brother Yun, you are so kind to your husband, you always send cold dishes to the field give him."

Xu Fang Yun delivered cold dishes to Mo Jingcheng too frequently recently, as if he looked like a good husband, so they misunderstood him.

Fang Yun was still squinting his eyes and smiling, but when he heard these words, his ears became familiar. He wanted to explain with "ahhh", but he couldn't make any sound of excuse. Like a rattle.

He wanted to explain that Brother Mo was not his husband.

But he lowered his eyes unconsciously.

So to Brother Mo, what exactly is he?

"Brother Yun, your craftsmanship is so good that you can open a restaurant!"

"That's right, teach us how to do it. Anyway, we are also the servants of the food shop, so we can't just make pastries!"

The boy who was still staring at the plate of bitter chrysanthemums didn't notice the change in Fang Yun's mood, but kept praising Fang Yun and asking him to teach them.

"What are you doing! You haven't watered the peach saplings yet!" Tang Zhengzhi's voice suddenly sounded from behind amidst the commotion.

All the boys ran away like birds and beasts, and before leaving, they blinked at Fang Yun, and then took the bucket beside them to water the fields.

"These naughty kids just know how to play around!" Tang Zhengzhi rolled his eyes at them, but there was a smile hidden in his eyes, "Brother Yun, did you bring cold dishes to Mo Jingcheng? That kid was too busy, I don't even know how to take a break."

Recently, Mo Jingcheng didn't know what to add to the field, and it took half a month to turn five acres of wasteland into fertile land.Just in time for the busy farming season, the villagers have to harvest the crops in their own fields, so they don't have time to help sow the seeds.

Shangshi Pavilion on the left and right was also idle, Tang Zhengzhi only left two servants in the pavilion, and the rest were driven to work in the fields with double wages.

Say yes, but in fact everyone is willing.After all, I saw that Mo Jingcheng was very talkative and paid a lot of money before, so naturally he would not shirk it. Except for the occasional fight, he is also active on weekdays.

But even so, Mo Jingcheng ran to the field to inspect the crops before dawn.Fang Yun often got up in the morning, and Mo Jingcheng was nowhere to be seen.

Even lunch and dinner were eaten separately because of the time difference between the two of them.

"This Mo Jingcheng has some skills. I thought that at least half of the seeds brought back would be rotten, but looking at the seedlings that have been sent out now, they are all growing well."

Hearing this, Fang Yun was taken aback for a moment, remembering the sack that was thrown away not long ago, and also looked towards the field.

The peach seeds and grape seeds planted have sprouted, and the fast-growing watermelon seedlings have begun to grow vines, creating a lush scene.

At this time, Mo Jingcheng was squatting in front of the newly grown watermelon vine, struggling with the watermelon.

After bumping into Fang Yun that night, Fang Yun just looked at the sack in Mo Jingcheng's hand in bewilderment, and instead of asking what was in it, Fang Yun helped him throw the sack into the mountain together.

But Mo Jingcheng was convinced that Fang Yun knew that it contained seeds.

During the day, he saw Fang Yun because he was happy that he would eat a lot of fruit in the future, so he squatted in front of the sack and looked at it for a long time.

The soaked hair seeds that were thrown away that night, appeared in good condition or even completely changed the next day, anyone would have doubts.

Thinking of this, Mo Jingcheng fell into a panic again.

He was afraid that Fang Yun would know that he was not from this world, or even a human being, but a robot scrapped by humans.

If Fang Yun found out, would he still be able to stay here?

Will Fang Yun question his identity?

He knew that to the people of Xinghua Village, he was always an outsider.Then for Fang Yun, what is his identity?

he does not know.

In any case, he couldn't think of an answer, so he subconsciously chose the most useless escape, tried to avoid contact with Fang Yun, and went out every morning.

Fortunately, due to the busy work in the field recently, this kind of evasion did not seem too obvious.

Mo Jingcheng sighed lightly.

When did he care so much about someone's thoughts?Even at the moment when he was labeled as scrapped by humans, he never cared how humans viewed him.

While thinking wildly, a figure squatted in front of him.Immediately afterwards, a plate of bitter chrysanthemum came into view.

Mo Jingcheng came back to his senses suddenly, followed his thin arm and looked over, facing Fang Fangyun's shining almond eyes.

"For me?" Mo Jingcheng was stunned for a while.

Fang Yun nodded, squinting and smiling more happily.

In an instant, all the entanglement and panic in Mo Jingcheng's heart collapsed to the ground with a "boom".

He doesn't need any evasion, any answer.

Even if Fang Yun finds out his identity and doesn't want to keep him here, so what?

As long as Fang Yun keeps this smile, he is willing.

Mo Jingcheng took the chopsticks handed over by Fang Yun, picked up a bitter chrysanthemum and put it in his mouth.

Very bitter, but very sweet.

A bitter taste filled his mouth, and Mo Jingcheng's face was so bitter that his eyebrows were tightened instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the taste sweeter than sugar but not greasy slowly melted on the tip of the tongue and slowly melted into the heart.

Fang Yun watched the change of Mo Jingcheng's expression from the side, and only pursed his lips happily.After a while, watching Mo Jingcheng finally swallow the bitter chrysanthemum in his mouth, he gestured and explained leisurely.

It was originally in the autumn of this world, making a small dish of bitter chrysanthemums for important people meant that they hoped that the other party would be able to overcome all difficulties in the future, just like the sweet taste of bitter chrysanthemums.

After understanding what he meant, Mo Jingcheng's heart seemed to have been severely pinched, filled with an indescribable feeling.

As humans often say to him, how happy it would be to receive a bouquet of flowers that he likes one day.

He didn't understand it before, and human beings don't need him to understand it.

At this moment, he actually knew the indescribable emotion.

When the autumn wind hits, the melons and fruits in the field also mature.

In order not to let everyone suspect, Mo Jingcheng did not replace with too high-quality seeds, and the ones planted now are only more drought-resistant and cold-resistant varieties than ordinary seeds, but the growth rate is slower.

Therefore, it took several months to mature, but this was enough to make everyone happy.

Especially Tang Zhengzhi, seeing the ripe pink peaches in the field, was so excited that he shed tears.

Although he is a shopkeeper, he never thinks that going to the ground is rough work. He often puts on coarse linen clothes and starts to clear the ground with a hoe.After all, the fruit in this field is related to the survival of Shangshixuan, and Shangshixuan hasn't sold many pastries for several months.

He had mentioned to Mo Jingcheng a long time ago that if the fruits were ripe, they would be sold in Shangshixuan.Mo Jingcheng also agreed.

"I've never seen so many fruits appearing in front of me at the same time, and I planted them together! The first time I was so excited was when I made the first pastry under the leadership of my father when I was a child!"

Tang Zhengzhi wiped away his tears with his sleeve while expressing emotion, not afraid of losing his prestige.

Not only him, but even the little boy who came to help saw that the melons and fruits he took care of from morning to evening were all plump, and he was suddenly satisfied, and wept together with Tang Zhengzhi.

Fang Yun was infected, and quietly wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Therefore, what should have been an exciting moment with the fragrance of melons and fruits became a strange scene where a group of people were crying and coaxing people, and even the passing villagers couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Xu Yuanqi came back from the school for a short time, and came to help with Chen Pingqun after helping his family harvest rice.

When I came here, I saw Mo Jingcheng coaxing Fang Yun at a loss, and saw a group of people crying bitterly with their heads in their hands. I couldn't help being surprised, "What are you doing?"

Mo Jingcheng was patting Fang Yun on the back to comfort him, and looked at him for help, which made Xu Yuanqi burst out laughing.

"Don't cry, if you don't collect these, they will rot in the ground."

After being reminded by Xu Yuanqi, everyone put their minds back into the field, wiped away their tears and ran to pick the fruit.Although Chen Pingqun had a straight face, because of Xu Yuanqi's presence, he was more active than anyone else.

After getting excited, Tang Zhengzhi also thought of his business at this moment, and discussed in front of Mo Jingcheng: "Mo Jingcheng, there are so many fruits produced in this five-acre land, and Shangshixuan may not be able to sell them all for a while. It will all rot."

Mo Jingcheng thought of this a long time ago, and said: "It can be made into dried fruit, it is easy to make, and it can be stored for a long time."

Ordinary preserved fruit is to dry the pulp and then add sugar and other condiments. Sugar is expensive in this world, so Mo Jingcheng used his brain to search for some other cheap substitutes.

"preserved fruit?"

Having been the shopkeeper of a restaurant for so long, it was the first time Tang Zhengzhi heard of such a thing, and he was surprised, "How do I do this?"

"It's something like raisins. I wrote down the operation method in the booklet, and after reading it, I will almost know it." Mo Jingcheng replied.

Most of the servants in Shangshixuan have been to school for one or two years, so literacy is not difficult, and the steps in the booklet are mainly pictures.

He still adopted the method when he was making a scarecrow, and wrote down all the methods of making preserved fruit in his mind in the booklet.Fortunately, he also has the fonts used in this world in his brain, so it is not difficult to write them out.

Although Fang Yun was illiterate, he could learn a little under Mo Jingcheng's guidance, and it would not be a problem for him to teach the servant.

Tang Zhengzhi had also eaten raisins before, and he thought it was delicious, so he nodded now.

"It's just" Mo Jingcheng hesitated for a while, and frowned, "We still need shopkeeper Tang to provide us with more sales outlets. Although Xinghua Town has many rich families, it is impossible to buy preserved fruits or fresh melons and fruits every day. The amount of fruit produced per mu is still a bit more."

"That's true."

"The price of fruits sold in Xinghua Town can be lowered, which can encourage them to buy more. If they are sold to other places, including the cost of the carriage, the price will be raised, but it is best not to be too far away from here, so as not to go halfway broken."

The best example is when delivering seeds. If there is heavy rain on the way, let alone a profit, you may even lose money.

He calculated these when he bought five acres of land.Although fruits in this world are expensive, they are all due to the small production volume. Now that there are more fruits, the price can be lowered appropriately, and the low price can be sold more quickly.

In the end, Mo Jingcheng added: "This will not only sell more, but also increase the reputation of the shopkeeper's Shangshixuan, saying that all good fruits are sold from you."

"You kid, you don't see it, but you have some business sense." Tang Zhengzhi listened from the beginning to the end, and he understood the way, so he couldn't help but looked at it suspiciously.

Although the man in front of him was tanned a lot from working in the fields, and his clothes were also stained with mud, he still had a calm and relaxed temperament.

As if everything is under control.

But soon, Tang Zhengzhi closed his eyes, asked the boy to help pack the package, and went to the next town to inquire.

Harvest in the field is not something that can be done in a day or two. After sunset, everyone will go home to rest, so as to recover their energy and continue tomorrow morning.

Fang Yun walked ahead with a basket, and Mo Jingcheng followed.

Although his arms were sore after working all day, Fang Yun didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary he was very satisfied.

This kind of day is the ordinary day he has always wanted to have, working with his family at sunrise and resting at sunset.

He doesn't expect too much, he just wants everyone to be safe.

"Fang Yun." Mo Jingcheng called softly behind him.

Hearing the call, Fang Yun turned around with a smile on his lips.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, his body exuded a soft halo, with a gentle light, it broke into Mo Jingcheng's eyes.

At this moment, Mo Jing's hidden emotions broke through bit by bit, and finally swept across the most immature place in his heart, sweeping up a turbulent sea of ​​flowers.