"Brother-in-law..." A soft voice called from behind.
Kong Fang did not look back and asked me to be quiet so that I could comfort myself. He instinctively rejected the kindness behind him, but she had her own persistence.
"Brother-in-law, why are you thinking about working as soon as you wake up?"
"Carpenter Li is here, don't worry."
"You must be hungry. Let's have breakfast."
Fang Shiyi waved behind her, and a maid held a tray in her hand. On the tray was a bowl of golden millet porridge, three snow-white steamed buns and a plate of side dishes.
The maid placed breakfast on the table, lowered her head and retreated out of the door.
The smell of rice was tangy to his nose, and Kong Fang's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. He no longer cared about his image and pounced on it and wolfed it down.
Fang Shibo stroked his forehead, and Carpenter Li lowered his head to work, muttering: I didn't see it, I didn't see it...
He was afraid that his master would kill him and silence him because he was worried about the family scandal.
Fang Shiyi looked calm.
After these days of getting along and observing, she has adapted to her brother-in-law's image after amnesia.
"Well……"
Kong Fang burped, not a drop of millet porridge was left, three steamed buns were eaten up, and the side dishes were barely licked off the plate.
The maid came back to take away the dishes.
After moving his body, the energy provided by the food made him full of energy. The blood flow rubbed against the walls of blood vessels to make him warm and comfortable. He picked up a thunder shell.
The size meets the requirements and the feel is good. Carpenter Li didn't know its purpose, so he carefully planed both the outer shell and the inner belly until they were smooth, as if they had been polished.
Kong conveniently told him that the outer shell could be polished and polished, but the inner belly was not necessary, just keep it rough.
Carpenter Li looked at the young lady out of habit.
The rules of the Fang family are that when the master is not at home, the eldest daughter makes the decision; when the eldest daughter is not at home, the second daughter makes the decision; as for the uncle, in the eyes of the servants, he is not as good as the housekeeper.
Kong Fang instantly understood his look and felt that his self-esteem was severely hit.
"Listen to my uncle!" Fang Shiyi scolded.
Carpenter Li nodded, his mood not fluctuating much. The second young lady is just my uncle's sister-in-law, and her intervention to protect my uncle's face is not very harmful.
Fang Shibo looked at his brother-in-law sympathetically and said nothing.
However, at such a young age, his criteria for choosing a mate are quietly taking shape.
Kong Fang inspected the process of grinding saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur again, and found that their work attitude was not bad.
He learned from Carpenter Li's experience and no longer gave suggestions directly to the servants, but instead made suggestions for improvements to Fang Shibo or Fang Shiyi.
He asked Fang Shibo to find a fine sieve, sieve the finely ground saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur, keep the fine powder under the sieve, and grind the remaining coarse powder again.
They came out of the room, and Uncle Fang hurried towards them. He handed a small package to Fang Shiyi and left. Fang Shiyi handed the package to Kong Fang.
Kong Fang took it and the package fell heavily into his hands.
It is a pack of iron beads the size of soybeans, weighing about two to three kilograms.
Finally everything was ready, Kong Fang let out a breath, hoping that the chemistry genius in his previous life would live up to expectations and make a qualified thunder.
Soon it was noon.
After lunch, he was so busy that he asked Fang Shibo to take him for a walk on the streets of Qinghe County. It's embarrassing to say that he has traveled to Daxing Dynasty for several days, and he rarely leaves the Fang family compound.
In his previous life, he was an otaku, but after time travel, he tried to change himself.
Fang Shibo belongs to Sun Wukong, and his short legs look like they are equipped with small motors all day long. Kong Fang wanted to go shopping, which suited him, so he immediately arranged a carriage.
The carriage was really a carriage, just a little crude.
The body of the cart is the same as that of the cart that used to pull corn from the fields in the north in the previous life. The difference is that in the previous life, the cart was pulled by oxen, but now it is pulled by horses. Horses are ordinary horses.
Fang Shibo drove the carriage himself, while Kong Fang sat on the cart. The cart had no seats or armrests. He could only support his hands on the wooden board, making it three points in line with his body to maintain his balance.
The old horse not only knows the way, but also pulls the cart very smoothly. After Kong Fang gradually adapted, he finally loosened his hands and his body was no longer tense. The road in front of us is still fairly smooth.
The rice on both sides of the road is ripe and golden, and a group of farmers are harvesting in the distance.
The familiar scenery made him feel sad. In another month, the rice from the previous life should be ripe. Without my own help, Dad will definitely be too busy by himself.
Alas, damn time travel, tearing apart a father and son, and destroying an incomplete home!
Fang Shibo looked back and saw that he was not in a high mood, and couldn't help but be surprised.
The Fang family lives in the countryside, and he always lets himself go when he goes to the county town. Why is his brother-in-law unhappy?
"Brother-in-law, what are you thinking about?"
Kong Fang thought for a while and responded: "I am preparing a poem."
When Fang Shibo heard that Kong Fang was going to write a poem, he immediately stopped the carriage and his joy was beyond words, "Brother-in-law, come on, what poem have you thought of?"
Kong Fang raised his head...
Well, the sun was dazzling, so forget it, I stopped looking up at the sky, but I still had to pretend, so he stroked his virtual goatee in an incomprehensible way.
Compassion for farmers
It’s noon on the harvest day,
Sweat drips down the soil.
Who knew that a plate of Chinese food would
Every grain of grain is hard work.
Fang Shibo chanted repeatedly in his mouth, looking at the busy farmers in the distance, and then looking back at his brother-in-law who was looking out for mercy, his eyes gradually brightened, what a poem, so wet!
"Brother-in-law, do you know whose family owns these rice fields?"
Fang Shibo interrupted Kong Fang's pretense.
Kong Fang took back his hand wiping his beard and said, "Such a large field should belong to many families."
"wrong."
Fang Shibo looked amused, waving his hand and pointing away.
"On both sides of the avenue, as far as the eye can see, are our fields."
"Boom"
Kong Fang hit his forehead on the car. There were at least several thousand acres of fields on both sides of the road! The Fang family turned out to be big landowners!
"Those farmers are all our tenant farmers."
"Landlord boy... Oh, I called you wrong, Shibo. There is so much rice, we can't finish it in our lifetime after harvesting it in one year."
He asked a stupid question.
Fang Shibo saw that he had just written a poem and did not despise him.
He shouted to the carriage to move on.
The carriage was swaying, and Kong Fang's body was also swaying. He felt like a tumbler, leaning to the left and bending to the right. The chassis was solid, and his buttocks were integrated with the carriage board.
He discovered the joy of riding in a carriage. The 360-degree skylight allows him to have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery along the way, which makes him poetic.
He stood up, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked into the distance.
The sun shines on his body, shining brightly. He waves his hands and chants loudly:
Autumn Ci
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely,
I say autumn is better than spring.
A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky,
It leads to poetry...
"oops!"
There were only two words left to finish reciting "Autumn Poems". Fang Shibo heard Kong Fang reciting poems again and was afraid that he would miss it, so he listened for a while and forgot to drive the carriage.
Although the horse pulling the cart is an old horse, it is not human after all and does not know how to avoid danger. If there are stones blocking the road ahead, it will directly run over them.
The carriage jolted for a while, and Kong Fang failed to steady his horse's steps. As a result, after a while of shaking, he fell under the carriage.
