The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

Although Zao Ge'er was delighted after hearing this, he was not the kind of person who did not know etiquette, so he directly refused.

"Zao brother, you are my brother-in-law, so don't talk about whether it is troublesome or not. We are a family and we don't talk about those two families, right?"

Zao Ge'er really had no way to deal with Ye Fanxing now, but after thinking about it, he nodded and agreed, "As for whether it is useful or not, it depends on his own family, right?"

The two chatted for a while, and then Ye Fanxing asked Zao Ge'er to go home with the fine cloth bought specially for Nan'er, while she took Nan'er to prepare dinner in the kitchen.

Dinner was simple, a pot of soup... To be precise, Ye Fanxing's dinner was a disaster!

He planned to make the wonton that he had eaten in town today. At that time, he watched the old man making wontons for a long time, and thought he was very smart and had learned it... Looking at the pot of soup in front of him...

He could only admit that he did not learn it, but rather failed to learn it!

"Little Daddy, wonton stew?"

Xiao Nan'er stood on a small stool, looking at the horrible food in the pot, her face full of confusion.

Ye Fanxing coughed twice in embarrassment, and could only bite the bullet and say: "This should be... wonton soup, but it's just as delicious."

Not only Nan'er, but even Song Haoming couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw the big bowl of unknown food on the table.

As for the sumptuous dinner last night, I guess he performed beyond his normal level, right?

Or maybe he did this on purpose at tonight's dinner, because without outsiders around, his true colors would be revealed.

Ye Fanxing noticed that Song Haoming's originally gentle expression suddenly turned cold because he thought of something, so she hurriedly brought the "wonton" to him.

"Daddy, eat, little daddy..."

Just as Ye Xingfan was thinking about what these vicious words were, Nan'er's little head finally came into focus.

"Wonton stew, little daddy, sliced ​​soup."

After hearing what Nan'er said, Song Haoming finally understood what was going on with the meal tonight. But with this cooking skill, how could he sell the recipe? Wasn't he afraid of eating people to death?

I took a bite and it tasted okay, but the appearance was really unacceptable!

For Ye Fanxing, there is no such thing as not talking while eating or sleeping, so he discussed with Song Haoming to ask a few people to help with some work, mainly to help build a shed for the mule cart, and to plow the nearly half acre of land in the backyard.

There was no way he could do anything, whether it was building a carport or hoeing the fields.

The land in the backyard was full of weeds. In modern times, he had never cultivated any land. Even if he had experience in planting, it was when he planted herbs. Although they are both planting, growing vegetables and growing grass are completely different.

If I had to clean up after myself, not only would I not get much work done at the end of the day, but I would be too tired to get out of bed.

Since Song Haoming can't be relied upon now, the only option is to ask for help.

It saves time and effort, and it doesn't cost much anyway.

When Song Haoming heard that he wanted to hire someone, he couldn't help but think of Ye Fanxing, who used to work hard for the Ye family like a workhorse. Does he not know how to spend the money now?

He also heard what Ye Fanxing said in the yard, but now he didn't know which of his words were true and which were false.

Song Haoming knew that Ye Fanxing was thinking about his family, so he said, "Okay, wait a minute, you pull me with the mule cart, and I'll go with you to find the village head uncle. Who should we hire? The village head uncle knows everything."

Ye Fanxing thought that Song Haoming had not gone out for a long time, and he even went to Qian Lizheng's house, so he must have something to say.

Ye Fanxing agreed without thinking. After all, he had a mule cart at home, so he could go wherever he wanted.

After dinner, Ye Fanxing first carried Nan'er onto the mule cart, and then carried Song Haoming on her back. Finally, she walked out with Song Haoming on her back. At this moment, a burst of curses suddenly came from outside the door, and the curses were very harsh.

Ye Fanxing had been eating her own melons these past two days. When she heard that someone else was going to eat their melons, she couldn't help her curiosity. She put Song Haoming in the car and ran out to see.

At an intersection about ten meters away, Zhao Liushi was standing with one hand on her waist and pointing at a man on the ground with the other, cursing something. People around her gathered around her with sympathy on their faces.

"You unlucky loser, go back to your husband's house right now. I let you stay at home for one night last night, but why do you, a married man, want to live in my house permanently?"

"Mom, I've already told you, I really have no place to live, you..."

"Then I don't care. Since you're married, you're no longer a member of the Zhao family. Don't come back no matter what happens."

Just as Zhao Liu finished her words, a young man beside her said, "It's fine if you want to go home, but you didn't bring anything with you and you want to stay at your parents' house. What's going on? Little brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're already married, how come you don't even understand this?"

The boy was lying on the ground, crying and shaking his head: "Mom, brother, please don't chase me away. If I go back, Wang Laisheng will definitely pay off my gambling debts..."

As he spoke, he kowtowed to the two of them, "Mom, brother, I can work, I can eat less, please don't chase me away."

Hearing this, Ye Fanxing probably knew what had happened and couldn't help but sigh. Is this how boys are treated in this era?

Song Haoming saw him quietly returning to the mule cart, and for some reason he said, "It's all because of poverty!"

Ye Fanxing calmed down, glanced at the big and small in the mule cart, and said mischievously: "Let's go, little daddy will take you for a walk on the road!"

"Walking on the street" was another unfamiliar word. Song Haoming was a little curious about how many secrets he had.

While it was still early, Ye Fanxing drove a mule cart, taking Song Haoming and Xiaonan with him, and paraded through the village. Of course, some people would inevitably make sarcastic remarks.

We walked along the way and arrived at the fields. The sunlight was shining on the fields, making them golden and very beautiful.

"Look, Brother Xing, what are you doing here with Song Shusheng and his kid?"

"You don't understand this, right? The Song family is a family of scholars, how can this be called love?"

The men and women in the fields also quickened their work, joking and relaxing from the fatigue of the past few days.

After teasing Ye Fanxing and Song Haoming, he continued to gossip about other people's families, but this time the topic still revolved around Ye Laosan's family.

An aunt took two steps forward and changed direction. "Hey, look at the field across from Old Third Ye's house. There's not even a single person there. The field looks barren, let alone someone turning the soil."

When Ye Fanxing heard the word "Ye family", he immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully, afraid of missing any gossip.