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

Ye Fanxing got up early, of course not to enjoy the morning scenery, but because he still remembered the agreement he made with Brother Zao yesterday.

But this clever wife, bah, is like a clever husband who has no rice to cook. There is not even a single vegetable that can be sold in her own vegetable garden.

If someone asked where the vegetables went, he could only say that the rat that stole the house was not himself, but the original owner in the book, and the vegetables eventually went to the Ye family, who was like a meat bun thrown at a dog and never came back.

As for silver and money... of course it's the same.

It really proves the saying that money is everything, but without money you can do nothing.

Ye Fanxing didn't plan to think about it anymore. As for the money, he still wanted to try to ask Song Haoming.

Ye Fanxing pushed open the door and went straight to the kitchen. Even if she had to go out early today, she had to prepare breakfast for the father and son first. This way she would have some confidence when asking for money, right?

When he took a look at the dusty stove, he cursed in his heart again, thinking that the original owner only cared about himself and ignored others.

As the saying goes, disease comes from the mouth. The kitchen is where cooking is done, so it naturally needs to be kept clean.

The rustling sound of footsteps coming and going in the yard woke up Song Haoming, who was sitting in a chair and sleeping all night.

Opening his eyes drowsily, Song Haoming saw Ye Fanxing busy between the water tank and the kitchen in the yard.

Song Haoming felt that Ye Fanxing's behavior was a little abnormal, but he did not ask.

After cleaning the stove, Ye Fanxing first boiled the remaining rice and flour into a pot of rice porridge.

This is a good thing, suitable for people with long-term malnutrition and weak spleen and stomach.

Although I don’t know how it will taste, with the help of 2587, I think it should be okay.

Ye Fanxing didn't stop cleaning until a faint fragrance wafted from the pot. He wiped his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and prepared to go to the main room to see if the father and son had woken up.

Ye Fanxing opened her eyes wide in surprise, looking at the dawn in the sky, and blurted out, "Song Haoming, why did you get up so early? Do you want to watch the sunrise?"

Song Haoming frowned slightly and said through gritted teeth: "Ye Fanxing, think before you speak."

"what?"

He returned home early yesterday and never thought that his legs were now disabled. Could it be that he slept outside last night?

But how did he get out of the house before that?

Ye Fanxing touched the tip of his nose with some confusion and embarrassment, then glanced at Song Haoming, and then glanced at him again.

The veins on Song Haoming's forehead twitched: "Just say it if you want to."

"that……"

Ye Fanxing thought for a moment and whispered, "Do you have any money left? I'll lend it to you and I'll definitely pay it back."

As he said this, he raised three fingers and wanted to swear to the sky.

But before he could even utter the oath, he was interrupted.

"The last thirty cents!"

As soon as these words fell, a gray money bag fell at Ye Fanxing's feet.

Ye Fanxing, who had never asked for money in his life, stared at the wallet on the ground, his face turning red and white.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the door: "What are you two doing here staring at each other so early in the morning?"

Ye Fanxing quickly picked up the purse on the ground, turned around and saw that it was Ye Yushan and Zao Ge'er. He knew that they were looking for him to go to the market.

Ye Yushan walked quickly to Song Haoming and saw his clothes covered with dew. He glanced at his younger brother who was talking to his husband, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Yushan, I'm sorry to trouble you again." Song Haoming said somewhat embarrassedly.

Without waiting for Ye Yushan to say anything, Ye Fanxing, who was eager to show off, immediately came up to him and said repeatedly, "I'm here. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. How can you bother Brother Yushan?"

Looking at his face that looked like a palette, and thinking about his inconvenience in moving, I wondered if he was in a hurry to pee...

Thinking of this, Ye Fanxing quickly said, "You want to pee, right? Come on, I'll help you to the toilet."

Song Haoming gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Fanxing, who had a frank face. He never thought that Ye Fanxing would dare to say such blunt words in front of others.

Hearing this, Ye Yushan looked helpless. He spoke at the right time and rescued Song Haoming.

"Xing'er, have you packed your things for the market? If you have, you and Zao'er can go ahead, and I will follow."

"what!"

Ye Fanxing glanced at Brother Zao, whose face was flushed red, and then he remembered what he had just said, but then he thought, we are all grown men, isn’t this a very normal thing?

What they don’t know is that the modern Ye Fanxing is the core of the modern world, and even going to the toilet together to compare sizes is normal.

At this time, Ye Fanxing had already forgotten that he was not a man, but a boy.

Daliu Village is not too far from Chiding Town. It takes about an hour to get there on foot. If you use a ox cart, the speed will be faster and more importantly, it will not be too tiring.

Because today happened to be market day, we needed to go early to grab a seat on the oxcart that plied back and forth, otherwise if we got there too late we would have to walk to the market.

Although most people are unwilling to ride in a ox cart, those who want to sell things will not refuse, because they know that if they get ahead, they can seize the opportunity.

Ye Fanxing and Zao Ge'er found the entrance of the village, and each of them gave two copper coins to the coachman Qian Xiangwen.

Qian Xiangwen is a strange man. He is the son of the village head, but he is not liked by the village head.

The head of the village felt that his son had deserved the name "Xiang Wen" which was given to him by a fortune teller in town for ten cents. The name originally meant that his son would be able to read and write and pass imperial examinations, but now he was reeking of money.

The people on the bus were all the daughters-in-law and husbands and unmarried girls from Daliu Village. Among them was an acquaintance, the daughter-in-law of Ye Fanxing's aunt, and his cousin Tian Guihua.

"Oh, look who this is. Look at my poor memory. Isn't this my good Third Aunt's son Xing? How come he doesn't even say hello to his cousin's wife?"

Seeing that Ye Fanxing ignored him, he said sourly, "Alas, a married man is like spilled water. Even his own mother would beat him out when she came to the house. What's more, I am just a cousin from the next room."

Tian Guihua had a rare opportunity to stroll around the town. She was wearing a plain cloth shirt, which seemed to be to show off her new clothes. It was too boring to wait in the car. When she saw Ye Fanxing coming up, of course she had to make some sarcastic remarks.

Tian Guihua saw everything that happened in their house yesterday. Even his third aunt Ye Xu, who was such a shrew, couldn't get away with it at his hands. She was just venting her verbal pleasure.

Ye Fanxing believed that a good man should not fight with a woman, so he was too lazy to bother with such a person with long hair and short knowledge.

Seeing that Ye Fanxing ignored her, Tian Guihua couldn't be too rude to her in front of so many people, especially since she was his sister-in-law. So she took advantage of the situation and stretched out her fat hand, twisting Ye Fanxing's arm hard.

"You're told to pretend you didn't hear it!"

"Get out." Ye Fanxing said coldly.

"Oh, you're rebelling against me."

As Tian Guihua spoke, she waved her hands, whose nails were covered with dirt, and scratched Ye Fanxing's face.

Looking at the dirty hands in front of him, Ye Fanxing felt that this man wanted to destroy his appearance.

There is no need to endure it anymore. So what if a man hits a woman!