"What's going on?" Zhang Qiquan was shocked.
Liu Cui and Zhang Xianglian who were in the room heard the noise and quickly washed their hands and came over. When they saw Fang Heng, they both gasped.
"Uncle, aunt, aunt, third brother is injured, let him go in and lie down first." Jiang Sheng said with red eyes.
Zhang Xianglian reacted immediately, rushed into the backyard and started to make the bed, directly stacking three layers of mattresses to ensure that Fang Heng would not feel pain when lying on it.
Liu Cui and Zhang Qiquan grabbed Zheng Ruqian and listened to him repeat everything. They were frightened and frightened.
"Don't go out during this period." Zhang Qiquan said in a deep voice, "Leave the meat to me."
As the city manager, he should be responsible for this matter.
Zheng Ruqian didn't ask for any more work, he simply gave the approximate price and let go.
Although Fang Heng was injured, the one thousand kilograms of bacon ordered was still there. No matter what, the meat had to be bought and the work had to be started.
Fortunately, Zhang Qiquan is reliable.
In the next few days, he was planning to buy meat and start work. The small hairpin garden seemed to have the prototype of a workshop.
Fortunately, although this yard is the front yard and the backyard, there are two walls in the middle, so the workers' busy movements are relatively small and will not disturb Fang Heng's rest.
He was in a coma for seven days.
During these seven days, Xu Mo, Zheng Ruqian, Wen Zhiyun, Chang Yan, and Jiang Sheng all guarded him, and no one left.
Every day they patiently helped Fang Heng change his dressing, gave him water, and scrubbed his face.
"This Fucheng is really a place of right and wrong." Zheng Ruqian lamented, "Last time the eldest brother's butt was rotten, this time it's the third brother, and I don't know who it will be next time."
"Bah, bah, bah, second brother has a crow's mouth." Jiang Sheng was so angry that she crushed the toe of his shoe with her foot, "Don't talk nonsense."
No one is going to get hurt anymore, not anymore.
But why doesn't Third Brother wake up? He can't really be dead.
Tears welled up in Jiang Sheng's eyes again, and he lay on the edge of the bed, sobbing softly.
Until someone caressed her and tweeted.
Jiang Sheng thought it was Zheng Ruqian and waved his hands angrily, "Second brother hates it. Second brother has a crow's mouth. Jiang Sheng doesn't want second brother to touch him."
But it caused the man to gasp.
He teased in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Jiang Sheng, third brother just woke up, are you going to knock me out?"
Jiang Sheng was startled, stood up suddenly, looked into Fang Heng's bright eyes, and screamed loudly, "Third brother, wake up."
All I could hear was a huffing sound, or the inkstone fell, or the bench fell, or the medicine box fell over, or the book fell to the ground.
In a moment, four teenagers rushed over from different directions.
"Third brother, are you awake?" Xu Mo stroked the ink on his sleeve with a smile, "Just wake up."
Zheng Ruqian touched his sore buttocks with a proud expression on his face, "I'll just say, the harm will last for thousands of years."
Wen Zhiyun pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Chang Yan looked serious, "How does Third Brother feel about your health? Are you feeling unwell? If you feel unwell, just go to Fourth Brother. He will take care of all your injuries."
"Yes, yes, yes, fourth brother is very powerful. He can save you by himself." Jiang Sheng gestured with his hands and feet at the same time, "You don't know, Jiang Sheng almost fainted when he saw so much blood, but fourth brother can calm down." Medicine, he is really born to be a doctor.”
Such unsparing praise made Wen Zhiyun a little embarrassed.
It turns out that in the hearts of his brothers and sisters, he is not a waste, he is finally a useful person.
The inner depression has been released to a certain extent.
Wen Zhiyun pursed his lips and finally plucked up the courage to whisper, "Don't be afraid, third brother. You mostly have flesh injuries this time, but your abdomen is a little heavier. But as long as you practice well, you will definitely recover."
At the end, he added, "I will definitely make it heal."
Fang Heng nodded seriously.
Xu Mo and Zheng Ruqian on the side couldn't help laughing.
Even Chang Yan Jiang Sheng also laughed.
For seven days, the children had happy smiles on their faces again.
Zhang Xianglian outside the door saw this and breathed a sigh of relief, finally daring to go to the workshop to help.
In the past few days, watching Zhang Qiquan and his wife making bacon, Zhang Xianglian was curious and tried it, adding several spices and reducing the amount of salt. Unexpectedly, she found that the smoked meat tasted better.
It is not salty, while maintaining the flavor of the bacon and its non-perishable properties.
Zhang Qiquan was so surprised that he pulled Zhang Xianglian and asked her to help adjust other ratios to see if there was a better formula and taste.
It is best to accurately measure the amount of salt and spices to two.
Making bacon is easy, but making it to a standard and with just the right flavor is difficult.
It was also at this time that Zhang Xianglian discovered that she was so sensitive to taste. She could detect the difference if there was more salt or less salt, one more spice, or one less spice.
During the time when Fang Heng woke up and was recuperating, she was like a happy lark. After cooking for the children every day, she would go to the front workshop to help.
Until the first batch of bacon is smoked.
Five hundred kilograms were delivered to Fucheng Youranju, which received unanimous praise, and they continued to place orders for one thousand kilograms.
The other five hundred kilograms will have to be brought back to Xieyang County by Zheng Ruqian himself.
This means that they are leaving Fucheng.
Zhang Xianglian looked at this small workshop and strange city, and suddenly felt reluctant to leave.
She looked at the front yard, the backyard, and each piece of bacon drying under the eaves, and sighed.
"Auntie." Jiang Sheng appeared behind her at some point, holding a small package in his hand. "Auntie, Jiang Sheng is leaving."
Zhang Xianglian was startled, "My child, where are you going? Aren't we going back to Xieyang County together?"
"Yes." Jiang Sheng nodded, "But aunt doesn't want to go back."
Zhang Xianglian was stunned.
Jiang Sheng thought to himself, "Auntie is very happy during this period. Uncle Zhang also praised you for your cleverness and skill. You can even cook bacon better than others. This is a strange place. No one will know auntie again and hurt auntie."
"Although Jiang Sheng likes my aunt's cooking, I prefer her to be happy. If my aunt can stay in Fucheng and be happy every day, then she can stay here."
"Jiang Sheng, you will miss your aunt."
After the little girl finished speaking, she smiled and turned around with the little bundle in her arms.
Zhang Xianglian suddenly had a sore nose and rushed over to hug her, "Xiao Jiang Sheng, why do you have to be so sensible?"
Why are you so smart?
At the gate of Fucheng.
The carriage and donkey cart started at the same time, carrying six children and 500 kilograms of bacon, and rushed to Xieyang County.
Zhang Xianglian watched them disappear, feeling reluctant and sad, her eyes blurred with tears.
Five days later.
Xieyang County Government.
The servant reported to Xieyang County Magistrate in a low voice, "Sir, they have returned from Fucheng."
"It's been a month since we came back." The new county magistrate said angrily, "I thought they were going to live in the capital permanently."
He is grinding the inkstone and preparing to issue new regulations.
The servant gnashed his teeth in confusion, "I just heard that the reason why they took so long to come back is because Young Master Fang was attacked in Fucheng and was seriously injured..."
The rest of the words were not finished.
The new county magistrate's face was filled with astonishment, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.
