The sky was gray, but it did rain.
The rainwater fell to the ground and quickly formed a small stream, washing away the original stains.
Fang Jingzhi held a bowl of mushy millet porridge and wiped the threshold clean again and again before sitting down and looking leisurely at the heavy rain outside.
Old man Wang quickly threw the linen cloth that Fang Jingzhi had just wiped on the threshold into the basin and cleaned it.
"Master, please sit inside and don't get your shoes wet!"
"Old Wang is interested!" Fang Jingzhi responded and stepped inside.
"There's something wrong with this rain, but don't cause a disaster!" Old man Wang washed the linen cloth, put it on a bamboo pole nearby, and sighed as he looked at the heavy rain outside the house.
The rain was pouring down, and the rain curtain soon completely blocked the view. However, the courtyard gate was only vaguely visible from a few dozen steps away.
The rain he saw was getting heavier and heavier, and Fang Jingzhi no longer felt like watching the rain.
I lay back comfortably on the chair with the millet porridge and took a sip along the rim of the bowl.
Whether it rains heavily or not has nothing to do with him.
He is just a little ant who traveled to the Ming Dynasty. All he can do is live his small life comfortably.
Eat well and drink well, your kidneys will be healthy, and the most important thing is to sleep well.
Even if it is a flood, it is only Lao Zhu's family that should worry about it.
"Worrying about nothing is the best time to sleep on a rainy day. Go home and sleep when you have nothing to do. Don't worry about anything!" Fang Jingzhi said leisurely.
The biggest harm caused by yesterday's hangover is head pain. I need to catch up on some sleep today.
"Hey, young master, the old man is getting old, and he has little sleep. How can he sleep!"
Lao Wangtou smiled and put a salted egg yolk into Fang Jingzhi's bowl, lovingly watching him finish the bowl of millet porridge.
"Master, please have another bowl!"
Fang Jingzhi recalled the taste of salted egg yolk and waved her hand: "I won't eat anymore. A bowl of millet porridge is enough!"
"Hey, Master!" Lao Wangtou put away the tableware and said with a smile: "Master, this morning, my old wife went out early. You said you liked her meat buns last time, so you bought one specially. I’ll make some mutton for you to eat in buns at noon, what do you think?”
"Aunt Wang is interested!" A warm current surged in Fang Jingzhi's heart. Unexpectedly, her casual words would make Lao Wangtou's wife always remember them in her heart.
After putting away the tableware, Lao Wangtou was in no hurry to leave.
It's raining heavily outside now. If you don't rush home, it won't be good if your clothes get wet.
Fang Jing didn't plan to sleep for a while, she always had to eat first, so she simply asked Old Man Wang to make tea.
The two of them drank tea and chatted about recent events.
It's nothing more than matters in the store and Li Dashan.
"Master, do you still remember what happened yesterday?" Lao Wangtou suddenly asked.
yesterday?
Fang Jingzhi sipped her tea and frowned slightly: "You drank, what's wrong?"
"Master, someone brought this to you this morning. Take a look!" Old Wangtou said, taking out a land deed from his arms and handing it over, explaining: "This morning, when the old man came to deliver you food, , a group of people who look like guards came looking for you, saying that it was something the master of the mansion promised to give you yesterday!"
Fang Jingzhi took the land deed and saw that it turned out to be the land deed of a Zhuangzi outside the city.
It turns out that this old uncle Lan whom I recognized really gave me a village!
I thought he was drunk and bragging!
but……
Fang Jingzhi looked at the land deed in his hand and was confused for a moment.
This is Zhuangzi outside Nanjing!
As we all know, any Zhuangzi near the capital must be worth a lot of money.
Perhaps it is not worth mentioning now, but as the Ming Dynasty gradually enters its period of prosperity, the value of this Zhuangzi will inevitably increase.
It is impossible for those big shots to not understand this truth.
To be able to give him such a Zhuangzi casually, the identity of his old uncle must not be underestimated.
If he wasn't a member of Lan Yu's tribe, he must be someone close to him.
Got involved with Lan Yu...
This is a headache.
This is not a gift from Zhuangzi. This is simply a hot potato.
Think about it.
That’s it!
According to Lao Zhu's personality, the Lan family must have become a sieve, and it must have been full of spies inside and outside.
With this land deed in his hands, he definitely couldn't hide it from this old fox.
Anyway, Lan Yu still has a lot of years to live, just take it one step at a time!
Fang Jingzhi handed the land deed to Old Man Wang again: "I know about this. Since they gave it to me, just keep it. You take the time to go and have a look. If Zhuangzi is suitable, I will move the Yizi workshop to Zhuangzi in the future." Well, if you keep treating your home as a workshop, it will not only delay production, but also make your life inconvenient!"
Old man Wang took the land deed and carefully put it in Fang Jingzhi's cabinet. He asked worriedly: "Master, it's okay to use your home as a workshop. The old man is just a little worried. Doesn't the Yongchang Hou family like us?" Is it a house sale?"
It's hard for you to imagine that Lan Yu is interested in the business of pancakes.
But Fang Jingzhi also understood.
As a poor man, Mr. Wang didn't have much knowledge, and all he wanted was to pursue some farmland in Nongfu Spring.
In his opinion, the sale of soap was already a huge deal, related to the life of the whole family.
As for Yongchang Hou, he is an unattainable big shot. If he really likes this deal, he may not be able to offer it with both hands.
"It's nothing, don't worry!" Fang Jingzhi comforted Lao Wang and said, "It's just a gift from the old uncle. Their rich family won't care about our little things."
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.
Fang Jingzhi seriously doubted that the old uncle she just recognized was also a time traveler.
He was sent to this Zhuangzi just to send himself to the execution ground in autumn.
Hearing what his young master said, Lao Wang said nothing more.
Just let the young master have his own ideas.
Chat for a while.
After just one cup of tea, the heavy rain has no intention of stopping.
Fortunately, there was only a wall between the two families, so Lao Wang went home in the rain.
After seeing off Lao Wang, Fang Jingzhi yawned and got back into bed, planning to take another nap.
Lying back on the bed, Fang Jingzhi put on his clothes and lay down.
The sound of rain falling outside the window and the sound of large beads falling on jade plates reached my ears.
I should have slept comfortably, but I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
It’s all the damn Lan Liujiu’s fault.
A Zhuangzi involved himself in the mess of Ming Dynasty.
Maybe, I really should do something.
Mr. Lu Xun said that hiding in a small building becomes a unified body, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
But deep down in his heart, he is still an angry young man who is cynical about the world.
But I already have a psychotic personality, but I want to imitate the master hermit. Isn’t this sick?
Do it, do it!
Fang Jingzhi sat up from the bed with a bang.
Make a fist with your right hand and raise it fiercely above your head.
"My young master, I must work hard from today on!"
“Down with U.S. imperialism!”
"Down with little Japan!"
"Down with Lao Zhu's feudal bureaucracy!"
