There is a handsome man in the rough family

In Qingfeng Village in the morning, chickens and dogs bark everywhere.

Mrs. Li knew that they were going to the county seat, so she got up early, prepared dry food that was convenient to carry, and stuffed it into Tang Xiaofu's arms.

"This is freshly baked pancakes and pickles. You can take them with you to eat on the road. Tonight, your third brother, Muxiu, will come back together tonight."

Orange butter bright pancakes, burnt and fragrant.

Small pickles are wild vegetables on the mountain, pickled with salt, served with soy sauce and chili oil, it is salty and refreshing.

Tang Xiaofu couldn't help but tore off a piece and stuffed it in his mouth. It was fragrant and crispy, with the unique fragrance of wheat.

"Well, mum, this is absolutely amazing, it's so delicious."

"You're just a greedy cat." Mrs. Li smiled happily while carrying a basket of eggs, "Take the eggs to exchange for some copper coins and buy some salt. Go quickly, carefully miss the ox cart."

Tang Xiaofu nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Wang Yi came out of the east room, her eyes were red, and she followed Mrs. Li to help in the kitchen strangely, obviously she was reprimanded by her elder brother last night.

Although Mrs. Li is pungent, she is a rare and good mother-in-law. She found a bamboo stool for Wang Yi to sit and choose dishes without saying anything.

Since ancient times, he taught his son face to face and his wife behind his back.

Brother Tang is not stupid, so he will naturally communicate with Wang Yi in private.

Tang Xiaofu nodded to Mrs. Li, and then went out.

There are twenty eggs neatly stacked in the basket.

Salt and iron are things controlled by the imperial court. Salt can only be bought in shops designated by the government, and each person is rationed every year.

Farmers and households rely on these things in exchange for needles and threads throughout the year.

Zhao Xiangbei came over to take the egg basket, carrying yesterday's prey on his back, his pace was still steady.

When we arrived at the bullock cart, there were already two elders sitting on one side.

Seeing Tang Xiaofu, one of them with a long face quickly waved and chatted happily.

"Isn't this Brother Fu, you are going to the county today."

Tang Xiaofu laughed awkwardly and saluted: "Have you seen Zhou and Zhang?"

Zhou Momo is the wife of the village head, she is kind and gentle, and she is a very skilled head of the family.

"Oh, this brother Fu has a ruddy complexion. It seems that he is about to grow up. Hurry up and give birth to a few big fat boys with Xiang Bei. It is the right way to spread the leaves."

The one who spoke, with triangular eyes and round face, was slightly plump. He was Zhang Blacksmith's mother.

Tang Xiaofu subconsciously went to look at Zhao Xiangbei and blushed.

"Zhou, don't make fun of me."

Seeing that Tang Xiaofu was embarrassed, Zhou Memo smiled kindly.

Looking for Xiang Bei to hand the driver Siwen Qian, and seeing Tang Xiaofu look over, he smiled foolishly.

"Xiaofu, go up and sit down, I'll be right over."

"Oh, the second son of the Zhao family is also a person who knows how to hurt people." Zhang Momo glanced at the wild things tied behind Zhao Xiangbei, and said a few words with envy: "The second son of the Zhao family has the ability to go up You can catch something when you go up the mountain, and you can get a lot of money in your pocket."

Zhao Xiangbei tidied up his things, helped Tang Xiaofu into the carriage, stood in front of him, and smiled honestly.

"Zhang is just joking. He is no better than Brother Zhang. I heard that he is about to marry a new wife. Then you have to buy us a drink."

Zhang Momo was happy to be praised, with a look of complacency on his face.

Tang Xiaofu lowered his eyelids and rested his forehead on the man's back, too lazy to socialize.

Zhang Momo and the Zhao family are acquainted, but the one from the Zhao family is pungent and bitter.

There are only three households in the village with cattle. Most of the cattle in the Tang family help farm at home. They usually walk when they go out.

The bullock cart was walking slowly, Tang Xiaofu was driving the man's broad back, drowsy.

Suddenly heard a low cry.

Tang Xiaofu looked sideways into the sorghum field, and a scholar in a green shirt walked out quickly with an ugly expression.

After a while, Yan Ge'er came out with tears on his face, tugged at the scholar's sleeve, and said eagerly.

The scholar's face was gloomy, and the two began to quarrel.

Tang Xiaofu raised his eyebrows. This scholar is the legendary Lin Xiucai.

"Hey, the front looks like Brother Yan from the historian."

Zhao Xiangbei's naive voice suddenly sounded.