Others put down what they were doing and rushed to ask Kong Fang to name themselves. There were cloth shops, grocery stores, and even coffin shops...
Those without stores are not far behind.
They don't have a shop, but they have children and grandchildren. If an adult can name them, they can gain official status. What if they can become officials when they grow up?
Suddenly, Wanmin Kiln Chicken became Wanmin Naming Party.
Kong Fang looked at Wu Yangyang's heads crowded together, and his scalp felt numb. There are thousands of people in front of me. If I meet their demands one by one, will I die?
On second thought, this metaphor is inappropriate.
Bah, bah, bah...
He even spat.
Du Xinwu came up with a group of old men to teach them a lesson. Why don't you come to the county magistrate for such a trivial matter? Look at the huge crowds of people. Even if you have the will, you are powerless. Do you want to exhaust me to death?
You dark-hearted ones...
Du Xinwu paused his cane on the ground with an angry look on his face.
Although the richest man is not an official, his words still carry considerable weight among the neighbors, and what he says makes sense.
As a result, people dispersed one after another and resumed their work.
Only Widow Pan and Wu Dalang, who had benefited from it, had the smugness written directly on their faces.
Wu Dalang's little short-legged elephant was equipped with a motor. Suddenly, it ran from the east to the west; suddenly, it jumped from the west to the south...
He couldn't wait to let everyone know that the sesame biscuits he made were the best sesame biscuits in Qinghe.
Who is that? Don't be dissatisfied. The first cake in Qinghe was sealed by the county magistrate himself, and I am not bragging about it.
The person who was named angrily retorted in a suppressed voice:
"Wudalang, why are you so beautiful? Have you seen what your sesame cakes look like? What do they taste like? Do you believe what he just said casually?"
"..."
The power supply of the small motor suddenly short-circuited. Wu Dalang couldn't run anymore, but he still said stubbornly: "Anyway, my sesame cake Qinghe ranks first, so you can be jealous!"
Widow Pan is mentally stronger than Wu Dalang, but I am a tofu beauty. Why, don’t you accept it? Come and bite me if you don't accept it?
Ignoring all the envious, jealous and hateful looks, she twisted her waist and twitched her butt, creating waves of hurricanes and almost overturning many small families.
Even Kong Fang secretly swallowed his saliva several times, thinking about whether to make an appointment with her after the third watch under the moonlight.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
Ximen Feixue suddenly appeared, frightening Kong Fang's heart to stop for three seconds. He raised his foot and kicked it, you damn ghost, you made no sound at all when you walked.
Ximen Feixue looked innocent.
I make noises when I walk. Are you looking too fascinated? Boss, do we want to talk?
What to talk about?
Alarm bells rang in Kong Fang's heart.
This guy is a night owl and is definitely up to no good. But don’t forget that I am Boos. If you annoy me, I will fire you in a minute?
Believe it or not?
Ximen Feixue smelled danger in Kong Fang's eyes, so she immediately put on a smile, a humble smile that only wage earners could have.
"Sir, you have been working hard day and night. It's really hard. Why don't you take a break and leave the chicken work to me?"
He reached out to take the hoe from Kong Fang's hand.
"That's all we're talking about?"
Kong Fang remained on high alert. Xiao Xianrou is known as a workplace rectifier. Even if he doesn't cause trouble to his bosses, even if they behave well, will he take the initiative to steal work?
"Ximen Feixue, are you out of your mind?"
Ximen Feixue glanced at Kong Fang with resentment.
"Boss, how can you say this about your bodyguard? My bodyguard's brain function is normal and his outlook is correct. I'm not one of those little freshmen who has high vision but low hand, who can't do anything and always complains about the first place."
Kong Fang had no time to pay attention to him and lowered his head to teach others to build the kiln.
Ximen Feixue was bored, and he missed Jianshan's beauty and handsomeness again. They trusted him the most, they didn't even avoid showing affection to him, and let him eat countless dogs...
Oh, it's monkey food.
…………
Winter is sinking in the west, and the earth is dark.
on the square.
There were several bonfires, and the fire was bright.
There are hundreds of small earthen kilns with charcoal fires burning brightly.
The roasted lamb is sizzling and oily, and the meat is fragrant. The young man and his aunt were singing and dancing around the bonfire. The dance steps and songs were a bit like the folk songs and dances in the western region in previous lives.
On a whim, Kong Fang performed an impromptu street dance. At his level, he would not have been popular in his previous life, but in Daxing Dynasty, he instantly fascinated these young girls.
They screamed loudly with admiration on their faces. They completely forgot about Kong Fang's identity. In their eyes, he was no longer a superior official.
He is the trend pioneer of Daxing Dynasty!
Their role model!
Ignoring Du Xinwu's fiery looks, they pestered Kong Fang to teach them hip-hop. Kong Fang did not expect that the young people in Daxing Dynasty had such unrestrained personalities. They were not ancient at all.
Which era does the Daxing Dynasty belong to?
slave society?
Feudal society?
Or the Stone Age?
Anyway, it won’t be at the same level as the previous life!
But how come these people are like that in their previous lives? Young people like hip-hop, and the little widow dares to make a date... Come on, God, tell me, what's going on?
…
Late at night.
After the carnival, everyone dispersed in the square, and the embers of the bonfire blew in and out of sight with the night wind. Kong Fang returned to the backyard of the county government office under the lingering gaze of Widow Pan.
Fang Shiqing's boudoir was still lit.
"master."
Xiaohong came up with a plate of hot water. She tried to act as natural as possible, but her ears were still hot. The mistake in the morning was really embarrassing and she couldn't let it go.
Kong Fang seemed to have forgotten, took the hot water, washed his face and heated his feet.
"Master, my wife asked me to tell you to enter the door gently so as not to disturb her." Xiao Hong whispered, thinking about the two benches placed in the corner. I couldn't help but feel aggrieved for the master.
But it is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs, not to mention that she is not an official, but just a servant.
She thought again, how pitiful the master was, marrying a beautiful lady but being forced to remain a widow.
No, widowhood is talking about a woman, not a woman.
…
She started thinking wildly, and then she felt pity and knelt down to wash his feet.
Looking at Xiaohong's back, Kong Fang accidentally remembered the ambiguity he had with her in the morning. He thought that Xiaohong was beautiful and kind, which made her husband more advantageous.
In what life did that boy have the good fortune to marry such a good wife? He couldn't help but look at Fang Shiqing's ajar door and the bed made of benches beside the wall, and he felt sad.
Alas, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite!
"master……"
Xiao Hong lowered her voice and stopped talking. Kong Fangfang said: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Anyway, there are no outsiders here."
Um.
Xiaohong lowered her head and whispered:
"Master, my wife is the woman you are planning to marry. If she doesn't agree to marry you again, you can scold her or beat her. This is not against the king's law."
