Duan Wenjun stayed in Duanjiabao for six days.
In these six days, almost all the farmers in Duanjiabao got to know the young master.
The person they talked about the most on weekdays didn't know when it started, but it also became the young master's family.
On the south slope, someone put down his hoe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the people around him, "Have you heard? Yesterday, the young master's family went to the farm. It was said that they were going to raise some piglets."
"I heard that! Haha, I also heard that Ma Xiaobai, who is in charge of the farm, helped the young master catch the pigs, and the young master personally cut the piglets there!"
"Use a knife? Why use a knife to raise a piglet? Could it be that the young master wants to eat the meat of the piglet?"
"The young master grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, how could he possibly eat pork? It's smelly and rough."
"Don't say that. Although our young boss is rich and wealthy, he doesn't have any airs and doesn't pay much attention to food. When he came here the day before yesterday, he even ate with us in the work shed!"
"The young master's family had meals in our work shed? Is it true?"
"If you don't believe it, I'll knock you down!"
"So, the young master's family really ate pork when they went to the farm yesterday?"
"You guys know nothing, don't make such nonsense. My son is working on the farm, and he said that the young master is experimenting with new methods to raise pigs."
"Our ancestors have been raising pigs this way for thousands of years. Can the Shaodong family come up with any new methods?"
"Can our ancestors brew strong liquor as good as Shao Knife?"
"I've also heard that the Shao Daozi produced by our Duan Family Winery has been selling very well in Wangjiang City recently. It was made by the Young Master's family."
"Yes, yes, I have a relative in Wangjiang. He came over to give something to my mother-in-law two days ago. He said that our boss has a small wine shop in the south of Wangjiang City. The business has not been very good before. Shaodong's family has developed many new products. The dishes, plus this new wine, are now hard to find!”
"Oh, that's right! The young master's family is a celestial being. With the guidance of the gods, it's natural to do things that ordinary people can't imagine, right?"
"Is it really that mysterious? Do you know how to make wine and cook? You guys are really good at it!"
"Young man, you are not from our Duanjiabao, right! Our south slope reconstruction plan was carried out by the Shaodong family. Only our Shaodong family can have such confidence? You also saw it yesterday. The land we have cultivated for so many years has not been restored. It was found that there was something wrong with the transplanted trees, but the young master could see it at a glance. If he didn't understand, how did he know that worms were about to grow in those tree trunks, and how did he know that the tree roots were rotting? "
"The young master has been working with us these past two days. Look at his appearance, he looks more like a farmer than us and has more experience than us."
"The young master said that if everyone works hard, our Duanjiabao will definitely become richer in the future."
"Yes, it's definitely right to work with the young master's family."
Just when everyone was chatting enthusiastically, Zhao Yingguang came over from a distance, "You guys, what are you talking about around there? Are you still not working?"
"Uncle Zhao, why don't you have a few chats while you're not smoking a cigarette?" Tuesday Dog immediately replied, "Tell me, how come our young boss knows so many things?"
Zhao Yingguang's face was full of smiles, "Didn't you ask the young master yourself during dinner yesterday?"
"Ah?" Tuesday Dog was stunned when he heard this. "Could it be that you really dreamed about it? Do you believe it?"
"I believe it!" Zhao Yingguang nodded seriously.
"Uncle Zhao, I heard that your Ling'er has been promised to the young master's family. This is such a blessing!" Someone spoke again.
"That's right, don't forget the folks then, you must treat us to a drink!" Someone else echoed.
Zhao Yingguang looked at everyone and laughed, "If you want to drink, you can! But you have to hurry up and work. The young master said that our Duanjia Fort is undergoing a major renovation, and there is a lot of work to be done. You have to hurry up and finish it early." Otherwise, if it delays the marriage between my Ling'er and my young master, I will skin you."
"Grandpa, what are you talking about again!" Zhao Ling'er came from a distance and complained with a shy face.
Everyone laughed.
…
Everyone was having fun, and Duan Wenjun was sitting at the stone table in the west courtyard.
Opposite him was the miracle doctor Wang Yuanqing, and Mo Shoucheng was pulled by him to sit next to him.
Duan Wenjun made a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of them. "Why is it so mysterious? And you want to get rid of my father?"
Wang Yuanqing picked up the tea cup and took a sip, "Lin Jingyun is holding a banquet at Wangjiang Tower, you have to go!"
"Where are you going?" Duan Wenjun looked disdainful. "A bunch of young men are arty and groaning in vain. My father is right. Writing poetry can't be used as food, clothing or clothing, and it can't be exchanged for money. , what’s there to go to?”
"Superficial, as superficial as your father." Wang Yuanqing looked distressed. "Zhang Sanfeng, do you remember? He was the official from the Ministry of Civil Affairs who sat next to Mr. Qin at Mr. Qin's banquet that day."
"It's only been a few days. I don't have Alzheimer's disease. How could I not remember it?" Duan Wenjun rolled his eyes at him dissatisfied. "Last time, my father was so mysterious that he asked me to attend Mr. Qin's meeting." At the banquet, he said he wanted me to meet someone who came to Liang, and I think it was him. I don’t know why."
"Tch, your father specifically asked you to go see him? Save it!" Wang Yuanqing rolled his eyes at him. "Your father wants to beat him to death. That's right."
"I said, Doctor Wang, looking at the gnashing of teeth on your face, why do you feel that Zhang Sanfeng has a deep hatred for you?" Duan Wenjun was a little confused, "Could it be that someone stole your wife?"
"Bah, bah, bah! You bastard, it's like a dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth!" Wang Yuanqing was furious, "I went through all the trouble to come here, but it's for your own good. He didn't steal my wife. He did it back then. I almost stole your father's wife! If it weren't for him, why would your father take your mother back to Wangjiang to farm?"
Duan Wenjun was stunned, "You think that girl is my father's love rival? Did he chase my mother back then?"
"What a love rival! You can talk to your father about this later." Wang Yuanqing drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp. "Zhang Sanfeng is a very dirty person. If your mother hadn't been so alert back then, I'm afraid she would have fallen into his trap." Damn it, it’s a disaster.”
"So?" Duan Wenjun frowned.
Wang Yuanqing must have had ulterior motives when he suddenly came to tell him this.
"Zhang Sanfeng came to Wangjiang this time. Although he said he came to visit Mr. Qin, he actually had other purposes. I can only guess what the purpose is. I can't tell you for the time being." Wang Yuanqing paused, and then continued, "Last time You stole the show at Mr. Qin's banquet, and he must be very unhappy. He has been spreading rumors these past few days, slandering you and your father."
When he said this, Wang Yuanqing stopped, stared at Duan Wenjun, and said no more.
"That's all?" Duan Wenjun took a sip of tea. "Anyway, the reputation of the eldest son in my family is not very good. They can say whatever they like, it doesn't matter!"
"Doesn't your mother's reputation matter?" Wang Yuanqing's tone suddenly became much heavier.
"My mother's reputation?" Duan Wenjun's brows suddenly furrowed.
