Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

【Worth this life, get this one person】

In the end, Liao Hao did not disappoint Mr. Mo.

Two days later, he was dressed in sackcloth and unkempt, and came to the front of Li's house.He didn't ask the porter to inform him, but knelt down beside the dismounting stone alone.

He obviously had a bad time these days, as can be seen from his extremely emaciated figure.It seems that I haven't eaten anything in the past two days, and I look even more sallow and thin

Even so, he still kept his back straight and his face calm.

Facing the pointing and pointing of the villagers, his eyes showed deep regret and firmness.

He repeatedly nodded at the solemn lintel of the Li family, and shouted: "Fool Liao Huan, come and apologize!"

He shouted until his voice was hoarse and he was short of breath.

Li Yao didn't show up until dark, not even the steward.

The chief entourage and the servants who were in charge of the affairs passed by him without even looking at him.

From the initial hatred and complaints, the villagers gradually turned into sighs and sympathy.

Everyone couldn't help thinking of those days in the past. In the most difficult time, it was Liao Yu who led them, taught them, worked hard and got fruit.

More and more people remember how the white-clothed scholar who met on the road to escape from famine, how he spent all his money to save the helpless woman, how he treated everyone kindly and thoughtfully, and how he treated Ye Xiaolang steadily and meticulously. fight in front of you.

More and more people gathered in front of Li's house, and there were fewer and fewer complaints, and more people whispered, persuading him to go in and talk to Lord Hou.

Some people also wanted to give him some food, even a bowl of water, so that he would not be overwhelmed.

However, thinking about the previous leaflet, everyone was discouraged again. Apart from holding grudges, they were more worried about offending Li Yao and Ye Fan.

At dusk, a misty rain fell from the sky.

Liao Hao's body seemed to have reached its limit, his consciousness became blurred, and his straight body shook slightly, all supported by perseverance.

The first ones to stand up were a few women from Dai County—the first batch of women who were brought by Liao Huan before, and who were favored by Ye Fan, and now tend the buckwheat fields.

If there was no Liao coffin, they and the baby would either have died on the way to the south, or they would have been robbed and ruined by thieves.

At this time, they took the risk of offending Ye Fan and brought food and water to Liao Hao.

Liao Huan didn't refuse. He ate the steamed white bread with flour and fruit powder, and the tea fried with buckwheat, mouthful after mouthful.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't intend to use any cruel tricks. Only when he was full would he have the strength to atone for his sins.

When drinking the last sip of tartary buckwheat tea, Mr. Mo appeared.

Changing from his usual smiling appearance, now he frowned slightly, and his tone was full of seriousness, "Have you thought about it?"

"Yes!" Liao Hao's voice was weak, but his tone was firm, "From now on, the life of a fool belongs to Lord Hou."

Mr. Mo patted the palm of his hand with a folding fan, and everyone looked at him nervously.

After a while, he finally smiled and said, "Come in!"

A soft word caused the onlookers to cheer.

Liao Hao was picked up by the women and gave a deep bow to the villagers.

"No, no, go in!"

"Yes, go in quickly and talk to Master Hou!"

Everyone offered ideas in a friendly manner.

Liao Hao nodded and saluted the women again.

The leading sister-in-law patted him on the shoulder as if she were a junior, and gave him a few words of advice.

Liao Hao responded one by one, turned around and stepped over the threshold, his eyes were sore.

He raised his head and saw the sky above Li's house.

This will be a new world.

***

Liao Yu made another public appearance at the "Opening Ceremony" of Beishan Academy.

Mr. Mo is the "mountain head" of the school, and Liao Huan is his new teacher, who is in charge of the newly recruited small class.

Only then did everyone know that he was not only a scholar, but also a great scholar.

Although he did not come from a Confucian family like Mr. Mo, he won the first prize at a young age, but he is also very powerful.

This kind of background and experience can resonate with these poor people even more, and they hope that their children can be as promising as him.

Ruan Yu picked up a red firecracker and set it off crackling.

The opening ceremony officially begins.

Li Yao stepped forward and said a few words.

Everyone thought about it carefully, and were surprised to find that this seemed... It was the first time they had heard Master Chang'an Hou speak.

See you every day!

Obviously I often see him talking about this and that with Mr. Ye Xiaolang!

Why is there no voice in his memory?

……

Ye Fan sat under the "rostrum", raised his face, and looked at the man on the stage with admiration.

It seems to be back to the time when I was in school again. At the opening ceremony, the senior representative was Li Yao, and at the graduation ceremony, the outstanding alumni representative was also Li Yao.

He knew that this guy who cherished words like gold would not go to lectures if someone paid him for it. The reason why he was trying to please the dean and stand there was not to show his face in front of him?

laugh!I don't applaud!

The real situation is - as soon as Li Yao finished speaking, his hands snapped together disobediently.

He was the only one applauding in the audience.

Yu Dalang asked naively, "What does Xiao Lang mean?"

"Representative... he spoke very well." Ye Fan blushed in embarrassment.

"Oh!"

Everyone suddenly realized, and clapped their hands tentatively following his example.

From sparse to continuous, Ye Fan's smile is getting bigger and bigger—it's really a face!

Li Sanlang booed, "Ye Xiaolang come up and tell me something!"

Ye Fan got up and pointed to the stage, "Don't you look at these people on the stage, Zhuangyuan Gong, Juren Master, War God, what am I standing on? Let the dolls learn from me, the best rice paper pastes the kite! "

As soon as this remark came out, the villagers burst into laughter.

"Painting kites with rice paper" is a joke that everyone in the village knows, and the source lies in Ye Fan, to be exact, the original body.

Yuan was stubborn since he was a child, and I don’t know how many masters were angry when he left. The last one even ran to the county magistrate and cried, saying that Ye Jiaxiaolang made a kite with rice paper and drew a turtle with pen and ink. Holy!

Naturally, it wasn't that serious, but in order not to piss off the old master, the county magistrate ordered him to forbid him to use rice paper to make airplanes.

Since then, every family has used Ye Fan as an example in educating their children.

"Now, do you know why there are fewer masters in our school? Because, a few years ago, I was angry and left a lot of people, and no one wants to come to our village anymore! Don't learn from me, and study hard!"

Ye Fan looked at the little radish heads below, and said solemnly.

Everyone laughed again.

Ye Fan smiled the brightest, as if the spring light all over the sky was reflected on his face.

Li Yao looked at his little friend, his raised brows were filled with indelible pampering.

In this lifetime, having this one person is enough.

***

The bacteria room was built in mid-March.

Although it doesn't use high-quality bricks and tiles like the school, it is still spacious and grand - especially the equipment for adjusting temperature and humidity installed in the thick insulation walls, all of which are high-tech.

Seeing five square, solid adobe houses with flat roofs in front of him, Ye Fan clapped his hands happily.

"This is called - low-key luxury!"

Li Yao helped him close his collar with a smile, "The next step is to sell the fungus."

Ye Fan pursed his lips, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Li Yao didn't answer and asked instead: "Is the new wine in Chunri coming out of the cellar soon?"

Ye Fan blinked and didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this, but he still followed his words: "Aunt Yu asked someone to calculate the date, it will be on March [-]th, and the price of sake is expensive. It is not suitable for ordinary people. It is estimated to be slow." Slow sell."

However, wine will be made again in July and August. If the sake is not sold out by then, it will inevitably be impacted by red wine and forced to cut prices.

Ye Fan sighed, competing with himself or something... This taste is quite sour.

"Want to sell out sooner?" Master Chang'an Hou's voice was full of temptation.

Mr. Ye Xiaolang was vigilant, "How early?"

"How early do you want?"

Ye Fan puffed his face, and deliberately said an impossible time, "On the day of opening the wine."

"Okay." Li Yao smiled warmly.

Ye Fan was suspicious, "Are you kidding me?"

Li Yao raised his hand and swore: "If you can't do it, you will always be your ex-boyfriend."

Ye Fan snorted, "You are an ex-boyfriend."

However, he believed it in his heart - he dared to say that Li Yao would not swear such an oath even if it was impossible.

After thinking about it, I felt wrong again.

"It's sold out that day, so you won't be the one who bought it yourself?"

"Of course not."

Ye Fan was curious, "How do you do it?"

Li Yao pointed to his face.

Ye Fan pursed his lips and smiled, "Too childish."

Then, impatiently hugging his ex-boyfriend's neck, he kissed him deeply.I thought it tasted good, and I took a sip from the other side.

When it was over, he pretended to be generous and said: "This is considered an overdraft, and it will be gone next time."

Li Yao's smile deepened, he lowered his head, and kissed the corner of his relative's partner's raised mouth.

Ye Fan frowned, "I just said I was overdrawn."

"One is overdrafted, this one deserves it." President Li Da calculated carefully.

Ye Fan: ...

Humph, big trotters!

Even without binding, Master Chang'an Hou still "heard" the child's innermost thoughts.

I really like it so much that I can't wait to put it in my pocket.

He pinched the back of Ye Fan's fleshy neck, pointed to the noodle tree by the river, and asked, "Does it look good?"

Ye Fan nodded subconsciously. It was March at this time, and the spring flowers were blooming, and the green fluffy balls were more stunning than the colorful ones.

only……

"What does this have to do with selling alcohol?" He stood on tiptoe and grabbed his ex-boyfriend's ear, "Say it quickly, don't change the subject."

The ex-boyfriend bent down slightly, indulging his little friend to act like a baby.

"Why don't I edit a book and let old people from the capital come to enjoy the flowers, chat and have a drink by the way, what do you think?"

A voice as mellow as fine wine rang in his ears, and Ye Fan's mind slowly turned half a circle, and then his eyes lit up——

For the flower viewing banquet, for those who love wine and have money, if they come, will they worry about not being able to sell the little bit of wine in their house?

I'm afraid it's not enough!

Ex-boyfriend, isn't he too smart?

"At this moment, you are my current boyfriend!" Ye Fan hugged his man's neck, took a bite, and gnawed heavily on his face.

Then I ran back to the cave to write letters.

In this way, Master Chang'an Hou, bearing a circle of small tooth marks, stepped over the threshold, bypassed the screen wall, turned over the gazebo, and came to the attic.

In addition to the old days of the capital, some subordinates in the army should also be invited, especially those who are good at drinking.

——In order to help children sell alcohol, he did not hesitate to encourage his subordinates to drink alcohol, Master Chang'an Hou did not feel guilty at all.

What, drinking in the military violates military discipline?

Just let them finish drinking before leaving!