Nangong Chuiyang hurriedly pulled up his clothes, his dry throat rolled, and asked: "Mom, who is he?"
The young man smiled very familiarly: "Hello, Laifu, I am the distant grandnephew of Grandma Ji in the village, call me..."
He gave money to Grandma Ji, an elderly widower in the village, and just slipped in without any trace!
Xiao Nangong played the role of a cheap son who burned his brain, and everyone almost burst into laughter when it was reported back.
Jiang Fang also laughed: "Little Chicken, you go pick a few trips and earn some money to give to your grandma, as a way of honoring the elderly."
The young man's face stiffened and he corrected him again: "Sister, my surname is not Ji. I said my name is Su Xiaosheng. You can just call me Xiaosheng."
"Okay, little chicken, go quickly, Grandma Ji will be very happy."
"I've been filial to grandma since I came here, and that's right." Su Xiaosheng smiled through gritted teeth.
Nangong Chuiyang pursed his lips and suppressed a smile. He was a fool and couldn't understand.
Jiang Fang scolded: "You kid, who thinks you have too much money?"
Su Xiaosheng saw Duan Jiu approaching, and he happened to have something to tell His Highness, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "Sister, I saw that my brother-in-law has thin arms and legs, so I'm going to help him!"
Jiang Fang didn't even have time to stop.
This new pretty boy was so impatient because he was worried that she wouldn't know that he was having an affair with Duan Jiu.
"How many legs does this bitch Duan Jiu have?"
The weapon spirit clicked its tongue before it had time to remind.
"Is it so obvious?"
"I can't see it." Jiang Fang looked disgusted.
Seeing Jiang Fang staring at Su Xiaosheng, Nangong Chuiyang quickly interrupted: "Mom, I want to drink the black plum juice you brewed."
"Hui Niang, your A Fang's black plum juice is really delicious. It's no exaggeration to say that after one sip, a lot of the old phlegm in my throat disappeared."
An aunt sitting in the pergola was holding a bowl with a face filled with enjoyment.
With this iced plum juice, you can spend less money.
Nangong Chuiyang's expectations for the black plum juice were instantly reduced by half.
Luo Huiniang said politely: "If it tastes good, drink more and have another bowl."
"That's not okay, you have to follow the rules." The aunt was still very principled. She wiped her lips, got up, took the load, and went to pick up the soil again.
Luo Huiniang scooped another bowl for Nangong Chuiyang, and Jiang Fang poured back half the bowl.
"You have to follow the rules. You only get one basket per trip to Laifu, so the plum juice is only half of it."
Nangong Chuiyang quietly rolled his eyes, you must be stingy.
The sour and sweet soup is mixed with finely crushed ice. A sip of coolness will refresh your heart.
He couldn't help but drink it in one gulp, feeling comfortable all over.
When her daughter wasn't paying attention, Luo Huiniang secretly scooped some more and gave it to Laifu. Ah Fang really thought, why bother with a child?
"Grandma is the best to Laifu!" Nangong Chuiyang whispered, with a delightful smile on his face.
Luo Huiniang's smile faltered, feeling like she was being called twenty years older.
Nangong Chuiyang didn't have cow drink this time, so when I tasted it carefully, I found that this black plum juice also contains sandalwood, licorice, tangerine peel, and white poria, which has the functions of eliminating phlegm, relieving cough, appetizing and digesting.
Su Xiaosheng ran towards Duan Jiu, enthusiastically grabbed his burden, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, let me help you!"
When he passed by, he took the opportunity to say: "Your Highness, be patient for now, we will think of another way to rescue you."
"Don't..." Before Duan Jiu could say the word, Su Xiaosheng was already running away happily carrying his burden.
He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. How many baskets of soil can he pick?
Duan Jiu wanted to say, don't think of any other ideas, just your little brains.
This matter needs to be considered in the long run.
It's not that he looks down on his subordinates, it's that the dominatrix is too powerful.
"Duan Jiu, come and drink." Luo Huiniang scooped out a bowl full of black plum juice.
Duan Jiu slowly raised his hand and took it. His arm was shaking so hard that the plum juice was spilled.
Jiang Fang took a look and saw that this guy's face was red from the sun, but his lips were white. Compared to other people who could wring out water from their clothes, he didn't sweat much, which was not good.
Jiang Fang was rarely worried. Was the torture too harsh?
"You look so bad, you seem to be dying at any time."
The weapon spirit said quietly: "It's yours to die."
Only then did Jiang Fang remember that his life was connected with Duan Jiu.
"Don't scare me, he's very tough."
Nangong Chuiyang was so excited that he didn't know what the king was thinking, so he gave His Highness a very unlucky and unspeakable name.
Duan weeps...
Maybe it’s because of folk custom that it’s easier to make a living with a low reputation?
Anyway, those two words are an absolute minefield for His Highness.
"elder brother……"
Duan Jiu finally couldn't hold on to the plum juice in his hand and dropped it to the ground. He couldn't hold on and almost fainted.
Jiang Fang hurriedly hugged his thin body and was about to feel his pulse.
Unexpectedly, Duan Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, shook off Jiang Fang's hand, and said forcefully: "Everyone in the world will die, but I will not die. My life is very hard!"
Jiang Fang spread his hands: "Let's see."
Qi Ling: "I didn't see it!"
Nangong Chuiyang also wanted to smash the bowl and almost got his pulse. His Highness was too stubborn.
"Okay, okay, you're still here even after I die."
Jiang Fang followed Duan Jiu and did not dare to provoke him any more, fearing that this would be a return to his past.
Duan Jiu's face fell, and he said dissatisfied: "You are not allowed to die!"
He hasn't tortured Jiang Fang yet, but one day he will have to let this damn woman move the entire mountain like Yu Gong did!
The weapon spirit said "ah" and then remembered Duan Jiu's name.
Jiang Fang frowned. How could he give his child such a shitty name as "Breaking Death"? He was still the prince of a country.
The Emperor of the State of Yue must have been cheated on, so he was named with such malice.
Luo Huiniang advised: "Ah Fang, Duan Jiu is no better than the men in the village who are used to farm work. It's enough for you to choose this one, as long as it comes to your mind."
Touching Duan Jiu's cold cheek with pity, Jiang Fang took advantage of the situation and said: "Okay, you don't need to work to support the family anymore, just let that little chicken help you!"
Nangong Chuiyang immediately climbed up the pole and said, "Mom, let brother Xiaoji do mine too! He's a nice guy and won't mind!"
Su Wumian was a martial arts practitioner, and it was just a matter of trivial matters.
Jiang Fang glared at him: "You are so beautiful, have you finished drinking? Go quickly!"
Late at night.
Nangong Chuiyang's shoulder was broken and bleeding, and he asked Duan Jiu to apply ointment.
On the small table in front of me is a row of copper plates.
Jiang Fang generously did not take away his wages and gave them all.
Nangong Chuiyang sniffed and counted them one by one by candlelight.
"This is the first time in our lives that we have made money."
"Um."
"I feel so sad."
"well."
"If I want to keep them and spend them all my life, I have to get a beautiful box and lock them up."
"good."
"I finally understand why hard-earned money is called hard-earned money."
Nangong Chuiyang never imagined that one day he would cherish copper coins.
Thinking of this, he started to count again, as if counting more times would yield one more piece.
Duan Jiu: "..."
Outside the door, Jiang Fang listened for a while and then left with satisfaction.
Grandma Ji’s house.
With trembling limbs, Su Xiaosheng managed to finish his meal, took a shower, and lay down on the bed tremblingly.
I'm so tired, my body is no longer my own.
Su Xiaosheng took out a handful of coins and counted them in the dark, turning them over and over. This was his hard-earned money!
"Who cares about having too much money?"
Jiang family.
Jiang Da was flipping pancakes over and over on the bed. She was so greedy. She could earn one penny a day picking up soil, which was three taels a month!
Tomorrow is a fight, and I have to knock my dick out to make money.
Jiang Er scratched his head in annoyance. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had no use for himself. Jiang Fang simply lacked nothing.
Oh, maybe he lacks a pretty face, but he has nothing to do with it!
Cao Qinghua couldn't help but ask: "Have you encountered something that is beyond your imagination?"
Jiang Er glanced at her angrily. He didn't want to talk to her at first, but he still said it.
"Is there any way?"
Cao Qinghua's eyes rolled, it really made her think of it.
"Yes, there is. If I tell you, you can't divorce me."