Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

When they arrived in the town, Xue Ming went to Zhang Shuwen's house and brought them the things Zhang Shuwen bought.

Zhang Xiaomei burst into tears when she heard that her brother hadn't come back. Zhang's mother coaxed her for a long time before she stopped crying.

Xue Ming took Song Ping'an to see the restaurant, and the artisans invited were honest people Zhang Shuwen knew, and they gave money to tidy up the inside and outside of the shop.

He opened the door of the hotel to get rid of the smell inside, then went to the kitchen and the guest rooms to check it out, and said: "The store will open in less than a month, and then hire a waiter."

There are not many people in the town, and there will not be too many people who come to eat. Song Pingan thinks that he can save a little, so he said: "There is no need for the waiter, I am busy."

"As soon as we open the store, there will be a lot of customers. You don't have to worry about the source of customers." Xue Ming pointed to the two high mountains opposite, "Did you see that?"

"I see, why?" Song Ping'an thought he was going to buy these two mountains.

"It won't be long before someone will come. Where there are mountains, there will be mines." Xue Ming doesn't like the title of coal boss very much, so he doesn't involve this property.

But it doesn't stop him from earning this money, "Before I asked Zhang Shuwen to find Han Sheng who was going to the capital, and another reason was to let them publicize this place."

He didn't bother to toss the mountain, but it didn't prevent others from tossing.

Song Pingan understood now, and couldn't help asking: "Xue Ming, what do you know?"

"What do you think I will?" Xue Ming asked back.

"You know everything, nothing can stop you." Song Pingan said truthfully.

Xue Ming said casually: "When I was studying, I knew that there would be no harm in reading more books. If you learn a little bit, it will be useful. No one is born with everything. At most, they are talented and difficult to learn."

Hearing what he said, Song Pingan suddenly felt that it was not difficult to learn to read and write. He secretly glanced at the inconspicuous bookstore in the town, thinking that he would buy two books later.

"When studying, you must ask if you don't understand." Xue Ming knew that he was learning secretly, but he never asked himself.

Every time he saw him secretly learning to read, countless kinds of slaps flashed in Xue Ming's mind, for example, when two people wrote and wrote cheek to cheek, and then sparks sparked, he put the person...to sleep on the spot.

It's beautiful to think about.

Song Pingan saw his smile getting more and more lewd, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart, and then said: "I'll go to the vegetable market in front to have a look."

"I'll go with you." Xue Ming followed. Opening a restaurant naturally requires fresh dishes and cheap prices.

The two walked around, took a fancy to two dishes, asked the price, and waited to get the food every day after lowering the price.

The peppers grown at home are also red, and will rot after a while. Xue Ming has already taught him how to save the seeds. Adding a little of this stuff to the dishes is indeed better than the dishes at the stalls outside.

After finishing these, Song Ping'an went to buy hens and eggs according to his mother's instructions.

When Xue Ming came, Song's mother stuffed him with a hard-boiled egg, and only then remembered to peel it open and eat half, and give the other half to Song Ping'an.

Song Pingan didn't want him, so he solved it by himself, and said, "I'm not as delicate as you think. It's good to eat once in a while, and I'll get bored if I eat too much."

Song Pingan used to think that being able to eat eggs was a luxury, but since he came here, he has learned what life is, every day is full of fish and meat, and he will not worry about the next meal after eating the last one.

After buying the eggs, Song Pingan asked again: "Do you like sour or spicy?"

Xue Ming subconsciously said, "Spicy."

After speaking, looking at the expression on his face, he immediately thought of something, and quickly added, "Eat sour ones too."

"Eat them all?" Song Pingan glanced at his belly, but he didn't feel like he was pregnant with two, thinking that he and he slept only once, and it wasn't even a month old, so his belly wouldn't be too big.

Thinking about it this way, it will be cleared up in an instant.

Xue Ming leaned in front of him, and said against his ear, "Do you suddenly feel that you are very powerful?"

sharp?Song Pingan didn't remember at all whether he was powerful or not, but hearing him say that, he didn't feel too bad.

After all, who wants to hear the object say that he can't do it.

Song Ping'an's legs were a little soft.

He raised his head and walked into the shop. When he entered the shop, Xue Ming looked at the crowds and teased him, saying: "You are really good. I said no, but you insisted on giving it to me. The pain made me scream that day. Your brother is gone."

called brother?

Song Pingan imagined that scene, and always felt a little weird in his heart. He always felt that the person he described was not himself, but more like him.

Not to mention anything else, he felt that he was completely incapable of making him call him brother.

Xue Ming guessed what he was thinking, and said: "Oh, you also know that drunk people are more courageous. When you stood on the bow of the boat and kissed me that day, I couldn't even break free."

"I...really did that?" He didn't say that Song Ping'an really didn't know how rascal he was, and his stomach would turn green with regret after knowing this.

"I did. If I hadn't been afraid that you would ignore me if you remembered it, I would have put on my pants, otherwise you could still see..." He deliberately paused.

Song Ping'an was really fooled: "What can I see?"

Xue Ming whispered, "The teeth marks you bit on my ass."

Song Ping'an's face turned pale, and he quickly turned away, "I... didn't do it on purpose."

Seeing the timing, Xue Ming slapped his buttocks, and said, "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it."

The shop owner sold a business, so he came over and asked, "What do you two want to order? These are all shipped from Fucheng, sweet or sour?"

"sour."

The shop owner hurriedly pointed to the sour plums and said, "Which one do you want?"

Song Pingan: "A little bit of the same."

Xue Ming immediately stopped and said, "It won't take that much, just this."

In fact, he is not very good at eating sour, and this thing can't be kept for long.

Song Pingan asked the boss to pretend to be a little sweet, and was going to take it home for his mother to taste.

After shopping, the two of them went to the bookstore to buy books. Song Pingan didn't know what books would be useful to him. Thinking about what he said before, he needed to ask more questions, so he said, "Give me two books for studying."

"A book for studying?" The shop owner put down the book in his hand, looked at the two of them, and said, "Is it that kind of book?"

Song Pingan didn't know what kind of book he was talking about, but felt that he was the boss who knew more than himself, so he nodded and said, "It's that kind of book, you can learn from it."

"I have several versions here, which one do you want? The 36th style? Or the [-]th style?"

A little more is always good for him. In terms of learning, Song Pingan thinks that there is no need to be frugal, and said: "36."

Xue Ming couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Song Pingan looked at him and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, you continue to read." Xue Ming also exposed it.

The boss had sold quite a few books of this kind, so he naturally knew how strange it was. He took a book from the shelf inside and introduced, "There are pictures and words here, you can imitate them."

Seeing that Song Ping'an was a rough guy, he kindly pointed to the pharmacy diagonally across the corner and said, "You can go there and get some ointment."

Xue Ming felt that this thing was very necessary, and said, "Is it harmless to the body?"

Song Ping'an couldn't understand what they were talking about at all, why did he buy ointment even after buying a book, and opened the book cover curiously.

With a bang, the book slipped from his hand, and the book just turned to the middle page.

The two men in the book hugged each other's waists and ate each other. Song Ping'an blushed and kicked the book away, stammering for a long time: "Why did you give me that kind of thing?"

"Aren't you going to buy this kind?" The boss picked up the book and pointed to the stain on it, "Look, it's all dirty by you, who do you want me to sell it to?"

"Me!" Song Pingan looked at the book and wished he could dig a hole in the ground.

Xue Ming sighed helplessly, took out the copper plate from his pocket, and said, "Boss, how much is this book, we bought it."

"You two are really good." The boss kindly tied the book with a hemp rope, and covered the writing with a piece of yellow paper, "When you use it, pay attention to yourself, this posture sometimes hurts your waist."

"Really?" Xue Ming brought the book over, looked at it and wished he could kill Song Ping'an, and said, "Do you have any books that teach people how to read? It's best for beginners."

There was no spelling in ancient times, and it was the master who taught people how to read, and there were very few enlightenment books. The boss said: "There are no such books, but I compiled one myself. If you need it, you can use it. The words you can usually use It's all in there."

"That would be great." Xue Ming paid the money and put the two books together.

Song Ping'an's complexion became even worse. He went out and waited for the wind to blow away the heat from his face before saying, "Don't put the books together."

In his perception, that kind of book is a lewd book, read by a prodigal son, and a scholar would not read this.

Xue Ming corrected his prejudice: "You must have a strong thirst for knowledge, and you must not be prejudiced against any culture or knowledge. This is also a way of learning."

"Nonsense!" Song Pingan didn't believe it.

Xue Ming directly took out the book and opened a page casually.The people in the painting are sitting in each other's arms, Xue Ming said solemnly: "Take a look at what this pose is?"

"Don't look!" Song Pingan didn't look at his face, it was hot again.

Xue Ming said to himself: "Look, this is a sitting posture, still hugging each other, so what do these two words read?"

"I don't know!" Anyway, just don't look.

Xue Ming was also a little virgin, he was amazed by the posture inside, and his face was full of knowledge, "So these two words can be pronounced as sitting in one's arms."

Song Pingan stared at him, pointed to the small characters next to him and said, "Nonsense! These are two words."