"Ding ding..."
Kong Fang was awakened from his sleep by the crisp knocking sound. Opening his eyes, he saw a young servant carving a crystal ball, and an oval lens had begun to take shape.
"Who are you?"
Kong Fang rubbed his eyes and thought he was dreaming at first.
The servant raised his head slightly and responded with a smile, "Uncle, I am Lao Wang. The eldest lady asked me to come over and help you."
"Uncle, do you think it suits you?"
He handed over the semi-finished product in his hand, and Kong Fang reached out to take it. This guy is really smart. The lenses are made according to regulations. After trimming and polishing, they will be a qualified lens.
"Old Wang, your craftsmanship is pretty good."
Lao Wang smiled shyly, "Thank you for the compliment, uncle. It's just a small skill, nothing worth mentioning."
Kong Fang heard that Lao Wang was different from other servants. He seemed to be a man of culture. He couldn't help but be curious, "Old Wang, where are you from? You don't look like a servant."
"Ha ha……"
Lao Wang laughed dryly, "I am from Qinghe County."
"But uncle, you are wrong. I am really a servant of the Fang family. I have been in the Fang family for more than a year."
Kong Fang shook his head, "Most of the Fang family's servants are illiterate, and some of them can't even write their own names. But from the way you talk, you sound more like a cultured person."
Lao Wang shook his head.
"Actually, my ancestor was a stone carver, and the business was good in the early years. I learned carving from my grandfather and father since I was a child. My grandfather saw that I was eager to learn, so he taught me some words."
"As for me, I originally wanted to make a living relying on the craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors. Unfortunately, Daxing has been in war and famine for many years, making people's lives miserable. I have my craftsmanship, but I can't support my family."
"Thank you to the eldest lady for not giving up and bringing me into the Fang family..."
He does not mean that.
In one minute, Lao Wang mentioned his cheap wife twice. He is not a narrow-minded person, but his wife's attitude towards him has to make him suspicious.
Fang Shiyi said that cheap wives have their own sweethearts.
Looking at Lao Wang, he is in his mid-twenties. Although he is dressed as a servant, he speaks well, has a handsome face, strong muscles, and a sense of masculinity.
Suddenly, he felt a green cloud floating above his head.
"Old Wang, you are really a servant of the Fang family, not Lao Wang next door?"
He clutched his heart. He didn't want to ask, worried that the answer would be exactly what he was worried about, but he couldn't help it.
Lao Wang smiled honestly, "Uncle, of course I am a servant of the Fang family, otherwise how could the eldest lady assign work to me?"
Kong Fang nodded in agreement, but secretly cursed that it was precisely because Fang Shiqing assigned you the job that I was worried.
"Oh, by the way, uncle, how do you know about Lao Wang next door?"
Lao Wang is a chatterbox.
Kong Fang stared, What?
Is there really Lao Wang next door?
"He's a pig breeder."
"When the eldest lady assigned me a job just now, she also sent someone to ask for him."
Why did she invite Mr. Wang next door?
Does the Fang family raise pigs?
Lao Wang gave him a meaningful look, which made Kong Fang's pores instantly expand. It is an open secret in the Fang family that my uncle is not popular with the eldest lady, and few servants in the family are really afraid of him.
So Lao Wang's gaze was direct.
"The Fang family doesn't raise pigs."
His eyes glanced at somewhere in Kong Fang intentionally or unintentionally.
There is no need to hit the drum with a heavy hammer. Kong Fang can understand Fang Shiqing's intention from the tone and eyes of Lao Wang, who sent people to invite Lao Wang, the neighbor next door.
If he can't make glasses, Lao Wang's unique skills next door will come in handy.
He could instinctively clench his legs.
At the same time, I feel that Fang Shiqing is always unwilling to let him go, and is trying every means to kill himself.
I really can't stay here any longer.
If you stay here any longer, you will become disabled even if you don't die.
Kong Fang once again entertained the idea of divorcing his wife and running away. As for how Fang Shiqing would live in the future, whether he would be tolerated by his mother's family or rejected by his husband's family, he had no control over it.
I don’t want to care either.
If a person does not serve himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
What's more, she committed the evil first, and she was completely helpless. Da Xingchao couldn't even think of spitting on me.
Outside the door, the autumn air is crisp and the sky is vast.
However, he sadly found that apart from the Fang family, there was really no place for him in the vast world.
well……
A long sigh broke the beautiful thoughts just now.
Myopia glasses can certainly be made.
Fang Shiqing, don't be too arrogant. Sooner or later, I will make you kneel at my feet, call me husband, and call me to kiss my husband! Make you willing to be my slave!
Kong Fang was forced out of his fighting spirit by the desperate situation.
His hands-on ability is poor, but that does not mean he is incompetent.
With a man of two generations and a knowledge that surpassed the Daxing Dynasty for at least a thousand years, he had no problem guiding a semi-literate craftsman.
Under his guidance, two lenses were finally made.
Next is sanding.
Sanding is a delicate job and cannot be rushed.
Seeing that it was already getting late, Kong Fang asked Lao Wang to go down first and continue tomorrow.
When Lao Wang left, Kong Fang was still uneasy and followed him quietly until he returned to the north wing where Ding lived. He did not see any contact with Fang Shiqing along the way before returning.
On the way, he stopped by Fang Shibo to find out whether Fang Shiqing had invited Lao Wang, the pig farmer next door.
Fang Shibo was confused.
The Fang family doesn't raise pigs, so why hire a pig man?
It didn't matter at all. Anyway, he didn't see Mr. Piggy King all day long.
"Maybe you don't know him?"
Kong Fang was still worried.
Fang Shibo: "Tsk, I know him even after he was burned to ashes!"
After Kong Fang heard this, he immediately fell into deep thought.
Lao Wang, you are really bad.
Back in the room, he took out the borscht that he had not finished last time, carefully spread it with croton powder, and then carefully rewrapped it.
The next day, Lao Wang arrived as scheduled.
Opening the door, Kong Fang was not there, nor was Fang Shibo.
The semi-finished lens was lying quietly on the table, next to it was a small object wrapped in fine paper. Lao Wang was curious, took it in his hand and squeezed it, it felt soft.
When he put it under his nose and smelled it, the sweetness of sucrose and the crisp fragrance of sesame instantly aroused his greed.
He tore off the candy wrapper and put the candy into his mouth...
Um……
sweet……
fragrant……
soft……
His taste buds exploded instantly, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the impact of the borscht on his taste buds. He felt that his body was getting lighter, as if a pair of wings had grown from his back.
He wants to fly.
He suspected that he had become an immortal.
"Bang" the door was knocked open, shattering Lao Wang's dream. He returned to reality and became a servant of the Fang family, a servant with some skills.
Kong Fang rushed in and was stunned for a moment when he saw Lao Wang.
"Old Wang, good morning."
"Good morning, uncle."
Lao Wang stood up and returned the greeting. When he saw Kong Fang's eyes flicking to the table, he felt "grateful" in his heart.
There's no more sugar on the table.
The candy is already in his stomach. Fortunately, Kong Fang was just scanning randomly and not looking for candy. Lao Wang quietly wiped his cold sweat, secretly rejoicing, and secretly savoring the sweetness of the sugar.
Today he will polish the crystal lenses.
After grinding for a few times, his stomach suddenly growled and began to grow joyfully. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he ran to the toilet while holding his stomach.
