Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

The pancakes are no longer in the mood to spread, and the motivation to count the money is gone, so they simply close the spread.

He picked up the vegetable basket and looked at it. Candoushan bought a half catty of potatoes, eggplants, green peppers, and a handful of shallots, just enough to stir-fry a pot of three delicacies.There were also two carrots. He looked at the carrots for a long time, and remembered that there was a small piece of sausage in the kitchen. It would be another delicious dish when fried.

I have been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and I have finished frying two dishes and cooking the rice, but I haven't come down yet.He went up to take a look and called for dinner.Cangdoushan and the three of them, one person and one chair, didn't know what they were talking about. The more they talked, the more speculative they became, and they completely ignored Weisheng.Weisheng went downstairs holding his stomach full of fire, and ate alone angrily.

The meal was over, most of the food was eaten, and Cangdou Mountain hadn't come down yet, the more Weisheng thought about it, the more depressed he became, and his heart was filled with depression.He simply ate the leftovers, there was nothing left, and he cleaned all the pots and pans, and the others still haven't come down.

Weisheng really can't figure it out, what are the three of them talking about?Isn't it just one line?Speaking of which, he felt that Hu Xianju's writing was better than the pancakes the editor ate.The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and in a fit of anger, he hid the "Editor's Pancakes" sign and went to sleep angrily.

The three of them got addicted to chatting, and Cangdoushan showed them the plaque of Huxianju. Le Zhengying and Yang Zhibai were both amazed when they saw the plaque.

The font of Huxianju is different from that of the editor’s pancakes, but the internal style is the same, and a comparison shows many similarities. At this time, Le Zhengying proposed to look at the editor’s pancakes again, and compare them in kind It looked clearer - only to find that the sign was missing, and I couldn't find it anywhere.

Only then did Cangdoushan notice that it was getting late and there was no food or vegetables on the table, so he understood after a little thought, smiled wryly, and said to Le Zhengying: "Brother Le Zheng, we had a great conversation today, and we hate seeing each other late. It’s just that it’s getting late, why don’t we talk about it tomorrow?”

Le Zhengying took a look at the sky, had a happy chat today, and the trip was worthwhile, so she agreed, "Okay, brother Cang, we will meet again tomorrow."

After sending Le Zhengying away, Yang Zhibai also felt tired and urgently needed to rest, so he washed up hastily and went to bed.

Cangdoushan went into the kitchen to have a look, there was no food, so he went directly to Weisheng, who was sleeping with the door behind his back, but he didn't know if he fell asleep.

"Microbiology."

"Weisheng? Are you there?"

……

"Dog, I'm starving to death."

Weisheng pulled the quilt up and said clearly "I don't want to talk to you".

Cang Doushan sighed, and sat down beside his bed: "What are you doing? Didn't we just chat for a long time?"

Weisheng hehe: "I told you to come down to eat and you don't eat, come now to be hungry!"

"Yes, yes, it's mine, why don't you keep any leftovers from me?"

"I have a good appetite today, eat more."

Cangdoushan was helpless, got up to leave, and when he was about to close the door, Weisheng said sullenly: "There are still two pancakes in the frying pan."

Cangdoushan went to look for it as he said, and found two pancakes, one with meat filling and one with vegetable filling, and a bowl of soy milk, which were still warm.

After eating the pancakes, he went back to the bedroom and pushed him: "Where did you hide the sign?"

"Oh, please."

"Tsk, goodbye." If you don't believe me, you won't put up the sign tomorrow.

In the early morning of the next day, Weisheng really didn't put the sign out, but wrote a piece of "pancakes for editing" by himself, and pasted it on a new wooden sign.

Yang Zhibai, who got up early to work, glanced at the new brand, wondering: "Where is the original brand?"

Weisheng gritted his teeth: "It's split and set on fire!"

Yang Zhibai choked on him, coughed lightly and left.

Weisheng originally thought that this was the end, but he didn’t expect this to be the beginning. Many people who came to buy pancakes would ask, “Where did the original brand go?” Weisheng still replied that they were chopped and burned, most likely out of disappointment. The expression on her face, and the way she looked at him... seemed to have a hint of contempt?

He thought about it, and recalled that those who asked about the brand seemed to buy more pancakes with thin skin and thick filling, and they were people from a certain family background. Generally speaking, people from a certain family background have read a lot of books.

Thinking about it made him even more angry, so I just stopped showing it!What the hell!

The new brand is still displayed, the pancakes are still sold, and the business has not been affected much. Weisheng is very proud of this.

However, he felt complacent for a while, and felt that something was wrong. More and more customers came, but most of them were not for the pancakes, but for the "edited pancakes" brand. After not seeing the original, Often shakes his head and sighs.

Finally one day, Candoushan quietly tore off the piece of paper written by Weisheng and replaced it with his own, and now the pancake stall was full of people, all pointing around the sign, clapping their hands in admiration, which affected the normal life The pancake business made Weisheng very angry.

What was even more annoying was that after he closed the stall, Candoushan said to him: "There is no need to sell pancakes in the future."

Weisheng couldn't figure it out: "Then what do we rely on for food?"

Cang Doushan said firmly: "Sell characters!"

Weisheng first heard that words can also be sold for money.

And it sells a lot.

The plaque of Huxianju was hung up again, Doufang, Sankai, Zhongtang, fan, and the price was clearly marked, one word for one hundred silver, so many people came to buy it that they could step through the threshold.Cangdoushan initially agreed to all of them, and spent several dollars a day. Later, as his fame grew, Candoushan became lazy, preferring to lie in bed and practice rather than get up.

Weisheng walked into the bedroom and pushed him: "You won't be selling calligraphy today? A group of people are waiting outside."

Cangdou Mountain is lazy, with a vigorous spiritual current rippling all over its body, warm and warm: "I won't go."

Weisheng sat beside his bed and poked him again: "It's not good to lie down like this all the time."

Cang Doushan was still lying down: "I'll get up again when I have lunch."

Weisheng sighed: "Yes, it's up to you."

He walked out of the bedroom, thinking about what to do at noon today.I went to the street with a basket in my hand. I habitually visited the herb store after shopping for vegetables. As soon as I went in, I found that the price of vanilla had dropped. Although it was still far from the normal price, it was a good start. At least it shows that the supply is starting to come.

He often visits this store, and the shop assistants are familiar with him: "Good morning, buddy, the price has dropped today, do you want some?"

"It's still too expensive." Weisheng shook his head, "By the way, why did the price drop? Is there something new going on in Xibi Prefecture?"

"It's not that Xibizhou has recovered, it's that the vanilla is about to rot, and if you don't take action, you will suffer a blood loss." The man shook his head and sighed.

He chatted with the clerk for a while, walked out of the vanilla shop, and walked past a group of Jinwu guards on the street. The wolf-like officers and soldiers dispersed the small vendors against the wall, posted a wanted warrant on the wall, and quickly got on the horse and ran. to the next location.

The dispersed crowd scrambled to look at the arrest warrant, pointing and pointing.And Weisheng stood on tiptoe, saw the portrait on the arrest warrant, and felt bad: Isn't this the f*cking brat!Get a closer look: Oh, my name is Hu Sanwan, and my identity is an evil cultivator. Everyone shouts and beats me, and I get a reward for reporting.

Huh, this kid is still alive!He was happy, although this kid was found out and wanted everywhere, but he is not high-level, it is estimated that the government will not care too much about his whereabouts, and it is enough to find him before the government.He made up his mind to get out of the crowd and go back to Huxianju to discuss with Candou Mountain.

At this time, Hu Liao was in the Zhihe District of Dongkang.

He was washing his hands by the lake, and a child swimming nearby suddenly splashed him with water, giggling and swimming away.He shook his head helplessly, shaking the black felt on his body, turned around and looked around blankly, where are he going to sleep tonight?

"Tat-tat-tat." The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, and he took two steps back, watching as the leader of the Jinwu Guard flicked his hand, pasted a wanted notice on the wall, and roared away.

The people working around surrounded the arrest warrant, and a person who could read a few words stumbled and read the content of the arrest warrant, and read: "Provide clues, reward 300 taels of silver." The crowd exploded at that time: "300 taels? ah!"

"Catch this person alive, report it to the government, and reward him with 500 taels of silver!"

"Wow——" the crowd was amazed, and the person who read the arrest warrant pointed to the portrait and said, "Everyone can see clearly, this person is worth 500 taels! Enough to eat and drink for three or four years!"

"500 taels, I don't know if there is that life sharing!"

The crowd roared with laughter and dispersed with hoes on their shoulders.The person who read the arrest warrant touched his nose in embarrassment, glanced at the arrest warrant, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "Bah!", and left angrily.

Hu buttoned up his bamboo hat and walked unsteadily on the street. Zhihe District is the poorest and messiest place in Dongkang.

He casually knocked on the door of a family and asked sincerely, "I'm from out of town, can I stay overnight? I can give money."

The man who opened the door said nothing, and closed the door with a "bang".

Hu Liao sighed, and walked forward slowly, maybe it was because he always thought things too simply that he ended up in this situation.

It seems that I have to spend another night in the ruined temple.

He turned to go to the ruined temple. The ruined temple was already occupied by a group of beggars, who were crowding each other and staring at him indifferently. Of course, he couldn't compete with them, so he turned around and left.

The ruined temple is gone, so I can only wait under the tree.He sat under the tree, not daring to practice, let alone falling asleep, staring blankly at the starry sky, missing the days in Huxianju like never before.

Although Candou Mountain has treated him badly since that incident, he has food, drink, and shelter, and his life is pretty good.

If he finds it back, can he continue to be a buddy?

Thinking of the deal he made with the skinny man, he felt hopeless and even more pessimistic.

After staying in the middle of the night, he woke up from the cold, and the black blanket he was wearing was wet, which soaked his inner clothes.Forced to take it off, looking around for no one, a flash of spiritual fire sprayed on the felt.

Any spells he uses will leave an aura of evil cultivators. In front of the special magic tools of the government, they are like the traces of snails crawling on leaves, shining in the sun.

Everything has to be done with care.

The felt was dry, so he quickly put it on, looked around in fear, bent his waist and hurriedly shifted the place, not wanting to look up, he saw this child standing at the end of the alley, most of his body was hidden behind the brick wall, staring at him in a daze .

He was stunned.