With a brain-loving husband [travel]

Fang Yun met Mo Jingcheng's gaze, and his heart that had been raised all the time relaxed. When his feet softened, he fell deeper into his embrace.

The arms around his shoulders were also tightened, as if they were holding treasures in their arms.

Liang Xingsheng covered half of his swollen face, and when he saw someone disturbing his good business, he punched him, and shouted angrily, "Who are you! Come to disturb my good business!"

The sound disturbed the birds standing on the tree, and Fang Yun, who was in his arms, trembled again with fright, and arched his head straight into Mo Jingcheng's arms.

Seeing this, Mo Jing felt cold.

The person in his arms was terrified.

"Hey! You" the other side was still yelling.

Immediately afterwards, Liang Xingsheng saw Mo Jingcheng, who was exuding a cold air, slowly raised his head, his dark eyes became more and more gloomy, like an ancient well, and the emotions inside were bottomless.

But it was as cold as ice.

Seeing such gloomy eyes, Liang Xingsheng's legs unconsciously shook like a sieve, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he swallowed the remaining few words in a daze, afraid that the cold person in front of him would do something to him.

"Get out." The sharp thin lips spat out a word coldly.

Liang Xingsheng was so frightened that he fell to the ground immediately. This simple word gave him a chill, and he was at a loss as to wipe off the sweat from his oily face, so he rolled and ran away.

"You all wait for me!" After running away, Liang Xingsheng cursed a few words in a low voice.

It wasn't until the person ran away that Mo Jingcheng went to check on the frightened person in his arms.

Just now, when he chased out Fang Yun with the bamboo water jug ​​that he had left behind, he saw an unscrupulous man entangled Fang Yun, and his anger suddenly surged into his heart, so he rushed forward desperately.

When he reacted, he had already hugged Fang Yun into his arms.

Suddenly, the person in his arms moved.

Then, Fang Yun raised his head slowly, took a small step back, tightly clenched the corners of his clothes with his hands, the corners of his eyes were red, and there was a layer of mist in them, which made the amber eyes more attractive, like a bullied little rabbit.

Fang Yun slowly raised his trembling arm, twitching to gesture to Mo Jingcheng.

After understanding Fang Yun's meaning, Mo Jing softened his heart, stretched out his hand to mess up his hair, and comforted him patiently: "You didn't trouble me, so you don't need to apologize."

After a pause, I still wanted to say something comforting, but when I said it, I turned a corner: "Don't you still want to sell pastries? I'll go with you."

Hearing this, Fang Yun didn't feel too bad anymore, the fear and self-blame just now were swept away, the tears in his eyes became brighter, he straightened up and was about to carry the burden, but Mo Jingcheng snatched it away.

"I'll do it." He carried it on his shoulders as he spoke.

It was quite heavy, and I don't know how Fang Yun's thin body lifted it.Mo Jingcheng thought.

Fang Yun was anxious to grab the burden back, for fear that his injury would hurt again.

But Mo Jingcheng supported the burden with one hand, and patted the corner of his clothes with the other: "My health is much better, don't worry. Hold on to the corner of my clothes, there are many stones here, so I'm afraid you may fall."

In fact, the path here is flat.Seeing that Fang Yun's legs were still shaking, he knew that the little man was still afraid.I wanted to hold his hand to comfort him, but remembering the difference between brother and man, I only let him hold the corner of his clothes.

He has been silently taking care of Fang Yun's feelings.

Fang Yun didn't know what Mo Jingcheng was thinking, and his face became familiar after a "swipe", but he still held the corner of the other party's clothes carefully.

The two walked out of the trail without saying a word, and saw the village after a while.

"Brother Yun, are you here today? This is..." As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, some aunts saw Fang Yun and took the initiative to buy some pastries.

An aunt saw Mo Jingcheng with a slightly pale face, and after a moment of stupefaction, she pulled Fang Yun to her side and advised in a low voice, "Brother Yun, I've heard what Brother Ping said. The origin of the person is unknown, so it is not good to stay around."

When the other villagers heard this, they nodded in agreement.

The news in the village has always spread quickly. Since Ning Yuping came back, he casually mentioned a few words, and everyone spread the word, and everyone knew that Fang Yun had picked up a man of unknown origin.

Xinghua Village is closed, and has always been wary of outsiders. Moreover, Mo Jingcheng was injured and asked to go to a miracle doctor.

Fang Yun blushed when he heard this, trying to explain with gestures that Brother Mo is not a bad person.But after anxiously gesticulating for a long time, the villagers didn't quite understand what he meant, so they had to push and push the baskets, trying to divert the attention of the villagers with the pastries inside.

My aunt wanted to say something more, but just as she opened her mouth, she caught a glimpse of the green cakes in the basket, which were very cute and exuded a faint fragrance, her eyes lit up, and she forgot what she was about to say.

But she hadn't seen these before, so she frowned suspiciously.

Seeing that Fang Yun managed to divert his attention so abruptly, Mo Jingcheng only thought he was cute.Seeing that the aunt was very puzzled, he explained: "Auntie, these are Fang Yun's new yam cakes and mugwort cakes. It's coming into summer recently, so you can buy some to relieve the heat."

The aunt glanced at him, she didn't want to pay attention to this strange man, but those pastries were really tempting, she hesitated for a moment, and then agreed: "Yam cake and mugwort cake? I haven't heard of it, Brother Yun makes it." The mung bean cakes here are always good, but I don’t know how this yam cake tastes. Give me a few pieces.”

Mo Jingcheng responded, and quickly wrapped it in oiled paper.

Fang Yun, who was praised, blushed, and muttered in his heart that Brother Mo taught me how to make it, so he went to help other villagers get pastries in embarrassment.

Seeing that Mo Jingcheng was proficient in his movements, the aunt finally relaxed a little: "I didn't expect you to look sick, but you don't procrastinate in your work."

Hearing this, Mo Jingcheng smiled lightly.There are these data reserves in the intelligent brain, so that he can deal with them at any time.

With the beginning of this aunt, and seeing the well-behaved Fang Yun at the side, everyone put down their guard against Mo Jingcheng for the time being, and were eager to try the new mugwort cake and yam cake.

After some villagers bought it, they couldn't wait to take a bite. They felt the fragrance was overwhelming, and the mouth was soft. They took out copper coins and bought a few yuan to take home, so that their family members could try it.

The pastries in the two dustpans were sold out in less than half an hour, and the two of them simply cleaned up before returning the same way.

On the way, Fang Yun grabbed the corner of Mo Jingcheng's clothes excitedly, and the copper coins in the purse squeaked loudly, and his almond eyes blinked, sharing the joy with Mo Jingcheng.

This is the first time he has earned so much copper coins!It's all thanks to Brother Mo!

Seeing this, Mo Jingcheng smiled and reached out to ruffle his hair.

In the end, Fang Yun walked in front, silently counting the copper coins he earned today, planning in his mind to go to the town with Brother Mo in a few days, and buy suitable clothes for Brother Mo to wear.

And brother Mo's shoes, those straw sandals have several holes

Unexpectedly, Mo Jingcheng saw through his little thoughts at a glance: "Don't keep thinking about buying clothes for me, you keep them for yourself, the clothes and shoes are still usable."

Hearing this, Fang Yun immediately lowered his head.He can't go to the town anymore, and he still wants to take Brother Mo for a stroll in the town. There are so many interesting things there.

But I heard a low laugh sounding from behind.

"But I want you to show me around town."

After the sesame seeds were processed and dried in the sun, Fang Yun took Mo Jingcheng to the town together.

After crossing a mountain, we arrived at Xinghua Town.

Different from the closed Xinghua Village, Xinghua Town is full of people coming and going, and the people on the street are all dressed up in flowers and silver, and they are very lively.The most dazzling thing is the various shops open on the street.

From time to time, the pastry shop exudes a sweet and greasy aroma, which shows the wonderful taste.The cloth shop not far away absorbed the sweet smell again, so that the people who went in and picked out the cloth could not help but turn to the pastry shop to buy some pastries and go back.

It was the first time Mo Jingcheng had been in close contact with this ancient bustling scene, and he couldn't help admiring it secretly.

Because he likes to make pastries, Fang Yun likes pastry shops the most. When passing by several pastry shops, he can't help but glance at the shops.

"Go in and have a look." Mo Jingcheng whispered in Fang Yun's ear, they were passing by a pastry shop called Shangshixuan, "I kind of want to see what those pastries look like."

He also thoughtfully found a reason.

Fang Yun's eyes lit up immediately, and he grabbed Mo Jingcheng's clothes and walked into the workshop.The latter smiled unconsciously.

But it is different from what I imagined. Almost all the pastries in the store are gray and white, and the shape is even more single. Except for squares, most of them are round.Even so, there was an endless stream of customers in the store, and a man who looked like a shopkeeper was entertaining the crowd.

"Guest officer, do you want to pack some pastries back?" Seeing the new guest, a young servant greeted him with a smile, "Our family has some rice cakes and sugar cakes, what would you like, sir?"

"Are there any other pastries?" Mo Jingcheng glanced at Fang Yun who was not far away, thinking that Fang Yun could make better ones, but he still asked a few words.

"Other cakes," the boy muttered strangely.His pastries are just the same, even other pastry shops in the town only have mung bean cakes.

But even though he felt strange in his heart, the boy patiently replied: "Not anymore, guest officer."

After more careful inquiry, I found that a piece of white sugar pastry cost five pennies, while Fang Yun's mung bean cake only cost one penny.

Hearing this, Mo Jingcheng understood.There are not many types of pastries in this world, but people have a lot of love for pastries.If the new pastry is made and sold in the town, the money earned will be much more than in the village.

With such a plan in mind, Mo Jingcheng took a moment to talk to Fang Yun about it.

Fang Yun's eyes lit up immediately after listening to everything, and he nodded hurriedly.

If you count carefully, there will be a lot of copper coins!He hadn't thought of going here before, as expected, Brother Mo was smart!

Seeing people happy like this, Mo Jingcheng explained in detail: "We will use the leftover wormwood and yam to make cakes when we go back, and we can also take some sesame seeds to make cakes. The price should be higher, and then Then I took it to the town and sold it. In a few days, I will plant some other crops and make some corn cakes."

Fang Yun naturally agreed.

Just do what you said, and after buying some supplies, the two went home immediately.After decocting the medicine prescribed by Dr. Gu and drinking it, Mo Jingcheng went up to the mountain to pick the remaining crops, while Fang Yun was in charge of making cakes, with a clear division of labor, and within a few hours he made two baskets full of mugwort cakes and yam cakes.

Because the sesame seeds were still planned to be sold to Dr. Gu, the two only made a few sesame cakes.

The pastries of three colors are quietly lying in the basket, all exuding tempting sweetness without exception, just waiting to be taken to the town tomorrow morning.Fang Yun also deliberately picked two large banana leaves to cover the pastry to prevent dust from falling.

But Mo Jingcheng was thinking about other things.

The town is quite far from Fang Yun's house, and carrying two baskets of cakes every day to climb a mountain is not an option, so I have to find a way to make a wooden cart for holding cakes.

As he said that, Mo Jingcheng secretly searched the database for the type of wooden cart, and planned to arrange it after a while.

Before dawn the next day, Mo Jingcheng set off.Since Fang Yun is a brother, it is inconvenient. After thinking about it, Mo Jingcheng decided to go by himself.

Fang Yun was reluctant, but under Mo Jingcheng's repeated comfort, he gave up the idea of ​​going together.

When he came to the town, Mo Jingcheng deliberately picked an open space at the intersection of Anshang Street.

Anshang Street is a street specially set up by the government for street vendors. There is no fixed position for vendors, and whoever arrives early can occupy a priority position.The traffic at the intersection is the largest, and the businessmen who occupy the intersection will also have the best business.

Fang Yun had paid attention to it when he came to the town to buy, so he understood this, and told Mo Jingcheng carefully.

When a white streak appeared in the sky, dealers came one after another.Vegetables, gadgets, and daily necessities were sold, and after a while, some people came to buy with baskets.

Most of the people who came were ordinary people wearing coarse linen clothes, but there were also rich and noble families in rich clothes and jade clothes. Perhaps they were housekeepers who came to buy goods for the house.

Anshang Street is getting more and more lively.

People passing by saw Mo Jingcheng as a stranger, and for a while no one dared to come forward to ask the price of the cakes, but many people were curious about the beautifully colored cakes in the baskets, and were also attracted by the overflowing fragrance. They all looked sideways.

Some girls saw that Mo Jingcheng had a gentle appearance, and that he could wear a different temperament even in coarse linen clothes, so they pretended to pass by, covered their faces with fans, and looked around curiously.

"Man, what are your pastries and how do you sell them?" A shopkeeper in brocade robes was really curious, so he stepped forward and asked.

Mo Jingcheng saw that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before, so he didn't think about it.

"The white ones are yam cakes, the green ones are mugwort cakes, and they cost three pennies each. The black ones are sesame cakes. Since the ingredients are hard to find, we charge ten pennies apiece."

This price was determined after discussing with Fang Yun.One is because there are no shops, so the price must be lower, and the other is because these are pastries that people in this world have never seen before, so I don't know what they like or dislike.

When the man heard this, he couldn't help wondering: "Yam and wormwood? I've never heard of it, but isn't sesame a precious medicinal material? How can it be used to make cakes?"

After a pause, he continued: "It smells quite delicious, I don't know if it tastes good or not."

"You'll know if you buy some and taste it. It doesn't taste good, and you don't need money." Mo Jingcheng smiled and didn't say much.

After thinking about it for a while, the man was still moved: "Give me three packs to try."

It's like a few bags in the past.

The man took it, lifted the oil paper and stuffed the sesame cake into his mouth impatiently.

In an instant, the crispy aroma exploded in the mouth, and the sesame seeds were beating. It was more delicious than any pastry in the store!

Then, the man ate all the cakes in his hands in twos and threes, and before he could wipe his mouth, he hurriedly said to Mo Jingcheng: "I'll take care of all the cakes here."

Immediately afterwards, the man pulled Mo Jingcheng aside, and added in a low voice: "I am Tang Zhengzhi, the shopkeeper of Shangshixuan. You are a good cook. I would like to invite you to open a restaurant as a partner."

Those who accidentally heard these words glanced curiously at Mo Jingcheng, who had a flat expression and a weak temperament, and wondered in his heart, even this sick man can open a restaurant?