Three-pot porridge and naan

Chapter 57 Jinjiang Literature City [Bone Beach 4] Chapter 57...

The next day, Wan Dong and Yan Twelve left the town.

But they all knew in their hearts that the affairs of the feudal town would not end like this, and they could only take one step at a time to see what would happen afterwards.

Master Bo filled the hole one night and planted a few small trees around the hole.

Apart from Mr. Bo himself, maybe even Wandong might not be able to recognize the way out of the cave entrance.

Fortunately, Wandong returned to Xuejiazhuang before the Mid-Autumn Festival, otherwise Luo Shi would give him a good meal.

However, Mei Xiaobai, who rushed back on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, was scolded and even ordered to split firewood all afternoon.

Wandong woke up after taking a nap, while Mei Xiaobai was still chopping firewood in the yard.

Seeing Wandong get up, Xiaobai in the courtyard shouted at the window: "Cousin brother." "

Even though Wandong was still awake, he was still a little bit angry about getting up, but suddenly he felt that Xiaobai's cuteness was a bit different from when he was a child.

He had been bored by Xiaobai when he was a child... But after all, he was his younger brother, his relative.

Wandong put on his coat, walked out of the room, and asked, "Where's Yan Twelve?"

Xiaobai rushed to answer: "He said he couldn't sleep, so he went to Zhou's house to play chess."

"Zhou Lang is at home now?" Wan Dong exclaimed.

"Yan Twelve called you and you said he was going to sleep, so he went alone..." Xiaobai blinked innocently, afraid that his cousin would beat him up in the next moment, but it wasn't because he didn't inform his cousin that Zhou Lang was at home. I really dare not disturb my cousin's sleep.

Wandong was speechless to Xiaobai, and went out with a soft snort.

"Cousin..." The little white cat snorted.

Wandong looked back at him suspiciously.

Xiaobai explained: "My mother said...today's Mid-Autumn Festival, I have to come back early for dinner."

If Xiaobai talked with his cousin more seriously, his mother Luo Shi would have to be brought out.

Mostly because of the aftereffects of being beaten up for smashing my cousin's shop before.

Or maybe he was scared out of his wits by those few attacks of Wandong, after all, he became more honest day by day.

Wandong let out an "um" and went out.

Xiaobai let out a long breath and continued chopping firewood.I don't know why his mother asked him to chop firewood all the time, it was clear that the firewood was almost as high as the courtyard wall, and it might not be used up in a month...

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Wan Dongwan went to his iron shop.

Seeing Wandong coming, the accountant of the iron shop brought over a large pile of account books.

Wandong just glanced at it, and his eyes felt a little sore.

He didn't like to read these ledgers when he was young, maybe he was afraid of being beaten by his father, and he didn't bite the bullet and learn this and that when he was young.

When I grow up, I still have a headache looking at the ledger, but at this moment, I also think of the scene where his father beat him, so I feel sad and funny again...

He always thinks of his father and mother like this, sweet and bitter, everyone in the family bullied him when he was a child, but after so many years, he even expected that the two elders would crawl out of the ground and teach him a few more words.

Whenever I saw Luo Shi, I would think of his mother and how happy Xiao Bai was.

Aunt Luo Shi also understood in her heart that when she scolded Xiaobai for beating Xiaobai, she just didn't want to make him feel bad.

Xiao Bai, who used to be domineering and domineering, has turned into a little fool. To be honest, he is not used to it.

*

The accountant had just put down the account book, and brought over a large stack of mooncakes. Even though Wandong's parents had passed away for many years, people in the accountant and blacksmith shop still used to call him the eldest son.

"My lord, here are the pomegranate sauce mooncakes and red bean paste mooncakes you like." The accountant put the sweet ones on top.

Wandong liked sweets back then, and although Wandong still likes sweets now, he doesn't have to eat sweets like he did back then.

He picked up a mooncake with pomegranate sauce and took a bite. The pomegranate sauce overflowed, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.

In a trance, some childhood scenes flashed in my mind, and quickly disappeared.

Wandong went to the blacksmith, and the blacksmith showed him the newly made iron pot.

"This pot has been selling very well recently," the blacksmith told him.

The iron pot is half smaller than before. I don't know who came up with it.

"A lot of people came to order. If I knew it, I would have made small pots and sold them in the past. Not to mention saving materials, the price is also good." The accountant also came over.

This pot is lighter and cheaper than a large pot, and it can be carried on the road even when going out, so there are many people around to order it.

Besides, since Xuejiazhuang Iron Shop made this small iron pot, many blacksmiths began to make pots of this size.

After Wandong came out of the iron shop, he went to Zhou's house.

The old house of Zhou Lang's family is a little far from Zhou Langdu, in Zaohuazhuang in front of Xuejiazhuang.

Wandong often went to Zhou Lang's house when he was young.

After Yan Twelve bought a house near Zhoulangdu, he often went to Zaohuazhuang, and said he would buy a piece of land in Zaohuazhuang to plant jujube trees.

In fact, Yan Twelve had already bought a lot of land near Zhou Langdu, and deliberately chose the land closer to Wandong's land. He couldn't grow it by himself, so he invited a few people to help.

Wandong bought two jugs of wine at the village shop in Xuejiazhuang.

As soon as he entered Zaohuazhuang, he met Xipozi, a famous matchmaker in Zaohuazhuang.

As soon as Mrs. Xi saw Wandong, she told him which good girl she met recently.

"He is quite beautiful. There are five cows in the family, and the dowry can take out three cows. Wandong, you are eighteen, you can think about it..."

After Mrs. Xi said a long list, someone interrupted: "No matter how beautiful she is, she is not as beautiful as Wandong..."

Another person: "Is Wandong eighteen? Why do I think he's only fifteen or sixteen? Did I remember wrong?"

Wandong blushed, completely losing her temper.

Fortunately, Zhou Lang's entourage was sweeping the gate of the courtyard, and saw Wandong surrounded by several people from the village from a distance, threw his broom and ran over.

"Brother Wandong, my master is waiting for you!" Ahe cleverly grabbed Wandong's arm and walked towards the village.

Zhou Lang's family is a well-known big family in Zaohuazhuang, but there are many big families here in Yaojia Village, Xuejiazhuang, Zaohuazhuang. After all, most of the villagers here in the suburbs of Shangjing can live well. Villages farther away from here are not so prosperous. up.

When Wan Dongfang entered the courtyard of Zhou's old house, he heard Yan Twelve's cry from the other side of the courtyard, as well as the laughter of several people.

Anticipating that these people were playing chess again, the corners of Wandong's lips twitched slightly, and he followed Ahe inside.

Seeing Wandong coming in, Zhou Lang smiled and said, "Wandong is here, Ah He is watching tea."

Yan Twelve raised his eyelids and glanced at him before continuing to place the chess pieces: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I should really report to the government and come back." Wandong took the tea from Ah He.

Ah He couldn't help covering his mouth and sniggering.

Now after Emperor Jing succeeded to the throne, people are gradually not allowed to play chess, and if the circumstances are too serious, they will be fined.

So the game of chess began to be reduced to a small fight in the house, and those teahouses and restaurants have almost demolished the houses where the chess game was played.

"No, you guys are cheating me, I didn't put it here just now!" Yan Twelve shouted.

When the game of chess was popular, the common people invented chess in order to imitate the gentry, which was simpler and more secular. It was often two people against two, and those who took more chess pieces were even worse.

The betting price is usually one penny for every chess piece captured, Wandong often said that this betting price is unaffordable for people like him, and those rich people don't care about such a small amount of money.

Therefore, playing chess has gradually become a pastime for rich families, girls in the boudoir and rich men all love to play this game.

Wandong remembered that he only gambled once, when he was seven or eight years old, and lost all the money he had accumulated for a long time. He thought about it all night before he figured out how to lose...

After that, I never played chess again.

Wandong sat quietly by the side, hearing them roaring and laughing, the sound of chess pieces hitting the board, and the sound of silver bumps colliding...

Yan Twelve always learns everything quickly. After he came to Beijing, he was probably obsessed with chess. He used to gamble with others for one or two games every day. Later, he won so much that everyone in Zhou Langdu was afraid of it. He's gone, as long as he sits down at the chess table, there will always be a lot of people scattered.

Going around, only Zhou Lang, who is the best chess player in Zhou Langdu area, and a few friends of Zhou Lang like to play with Yan Twelve. After all, it is interesting to play tricks between masters.

Zhou Lang never forgot about Wandong when he played chess. He raised his head and said to Ah He after occasionally laughing, "Go and serve up the walnut kernels and candied haws, and then ask the cook if the roast duck is ready. Serve it directly after it's done." Come up and eat."

So Wandong sat alone at the table to eat and drink, he opened the jar of "Old Xuetou" Zhou Lang's favorite drink, but Zhou Lang didn't invite him to accompany him.

Sure enough, there are new friends and forget the old ones, this Yan Twelve is Zhou Lang's childhood sweetheart.

Wandong threw the walnut shells into the stove, and the corners of his lips curled up in an instant.

"Uncle!" Zhou Lang's nephew Zi Xu came in from outside the yard carrying a basket of hawthorns.

"Uncle!" He entered the room, looked at his uncle and shouted twice, until he saw Wandong, a tiger rushed over and opened his arms.

"Uncle Wandong!"

Wan Dongfang shrank back when he heard the boy's voice, and was about to go into the back room, but he didn't expect the boy to come in so quickly, so he still didn't escape.

Zixu hugged Wandong...'s thigh.

Because when Cai Zixu rushed over, Wandong had already lifted his foot, and almost kicked him out of the door, but the boy hugged his leg.

"Uncle Wandong!" Zixu let go of Wandong's leg, and hurriedly brought over the basket of hawthorns, "Uncle Wandong, I brought you your favorite hawthorn and pomegranate..."

As he spoke, he took out three large pomegranates from his chest.

Just now Wandong felt that something knocked his leg... He thought that the little bean sprouts had grown fat and firm, so it turned out that there was a pomegranate hidden here.

"I picked them all myself for Uncle Wandong to eat!" The 11-year-old boy's eyes were bright and extremely clear.

"..."

Wandong thought, didn't you send it for your uncle, did you see him sitting here by the way?

This kid is like a young man, talking nonsense when he sees people, talking nonsense when he sees people, and you can coax people to death with one mouth.

Zixu peeled off the pomegranate and handed it to Wandong.He glanced at the chess table next door again: "My uncle and the others won't take you to play, so I'll talk with you."

"..."

After Wandong heard this, he suddenly felt that the pomegranate in his mouth was not fragrant.

Zi Xu took a knife to remove the seeds from the hawthorn, and at the same time talked about the rumors he just heard: "I went to Taohuadi yesterday, there was a murder case there, and the people in Taohuadi were crying there, saying who they provoked, etc. .”