This is what he deserves.
He earned wealth for himself by his own ability.
Under his guidance, the merchants of Qinghe City expanded their business and broadened their financial paths. Everyone made a lot of money and made a lot of money.
You see, Wu Dalang is already wearing a silk satin shirt and showing off in the market.
Widow Pan is becoming more and more radiant, her skin is as smooth and tender as tofu, and her waist is full of charm.
Qinghe County is thriving.
The more I eat Ximen Feixue's tofu, the more I become addicted to it. Every time I come back, I bring back a plate of tofu. The county government office cooked cabbage and tofu stewed every day. The government officials ate so much that they almost turned into tofu.
So someone quietly complained to Kong Fang, and Kong Fang was so angry that he almost drove him back to Jianshan.
What annoyed him even more was that every time the information Monkey sent him, it smelled like tofu.
Kong Fang gritted his teeth, but he found that he seemed to have no right to interfere with their freedom to eat tofu, and he could not deprive Widow Pan of her freedom to sell tofu.
Alas, it turns out that being an official doesn't mean you can do whatever you want anytime, anywhere.
In desperation, as long as Ximen Feixue didn't bring tofu to the kitchen, and as long as the monkey didn't send information that smelled like tofu, he would pretend not to know anything and let them do it.
Until he heard rumors that Wu Dalang was shot in the dark and windy night.
No one died, but there was no escaping a concussion.
He felt "grateful" in his heart, and the chilling words suddenly rang in his ears: "Dalang, it's time to take medicine."
Because he was worried about killing people, he was not allowed to go to the Tofu Xishi shop on the pretext of a private visit incognito.
Surprisingly, Qinghe No. 1 Shaobing is still open for business. A middle-aged man who is slightly younger and taller than Wu Dalang is immersed in kneading flour.
"He is Wu Dalang's younger brother, Wu Huilang. Hui Lang, come and see your lord." Widow Pan waved to Wu Huilang.
Wu Huilang hurried forward and kowtowed to Kong Fang, thanking him for supporting his eldest brother's business and helping the Wu family get out of poverty.
Kong Fang asked him to get up and talk, and then asked him about Wu Dalang's situation. It turns out that Wu Dalang has returned to the countryside to recuperate, and his old mother is taking care of him. Widow Pan had no chance to give him medicine, so Kong Fang was relieved. After the two chatted for a few words, he let Wu Huilang go about his work.
Widow Pan brought a bowl of tofu with honey and said in a rather resentful voice, "Sir, you haven't been here for a long time. Do you think I'm ugly and don't want to see me?"
Kong Fang suddenly felt like crystal worms were on his head.
I thought to myself that women are indeed temptresses. A gentle word or a casual act of coquettishness can kill a man.
I really can't come to this place again.
After all, happiness is important, but life should not be underestimated.
If one day he made a mistake, Fang Shiqing's sword and the black brick of unknown origin would be a burden he could not bear.
It is not suitable for him to die under peonies. He respects a gentleman and does not stand under a dangerous wall.
But he said: "Sister Pan, I also want to eat your tofu every day, but it's a pity that I am busy with work and can't get away."
After saying that, he still pretended to sigh helplessly.
Widow Pan put her face close to Kong Fang and said softly: "Really or fake? Sir, you haven't eaten my tofu yet?"
Kong Fang's ears felt warm. He really wanted to give himself a mouth, but why couldn't he say anything well?
"Hey, where's Pan Hehua?"
He secretly pinched his thigh hard to keep the altar clear.
Widow Pan gave him a sad look, feeling quite disappointed.
"My lord has said that all children, whether poor or rich, boys or girls, should receive education. The Tianxiang Private School co-founded by Mr. Luo and several scholars happened to be willing to take her in, so I sent her to the Tianxiang Private School."
Tianxiang Private School is indeed a private school founded by Mr. Luo and funded by him.
The purpose of running a school without distinction is exactly his initiative.
However, according to Mr. Luo, almost all children from rich families who are willing to attend private schools are children from poor families. Even if Mr. Luo personally comes to mobilize, he will not be able to recruit them.
As for girls, the situation is even more bleak. Even from wealthy families, few are willing to send them.
Pan Hehua is just the niece of Widow Pan, but she actually took the initiative to send her to a private school, which shows that this woman has an extraordinary vision!
"I don't expect Hehua to be an official like adults. In fact, it is impossible for women to be officials. This has been the case since ancient times." Widow Pan said to herself.
"I just want to let Lotus kiss me. I can't treat her badly. I want her to grow up happily. When she grows up, she can read and read "Journey to the West". Unlike me, I just know the title of the book and what's in it. But I don’t know a single word of it.”
Speaking of "Journey to the West", Widow Pan suddenly left like the wind; after a while, she appeared in front of Kong Fang like the wind again, with a copy of "Journey to the West" in her hand.
Of course, it is only the first ten chapters of the authentic Journey to the West "written" by Kong Fang and published by Mr. Luo.
Like a star-chasing little girl in her previous life, she respectfully and nervously handed the book to Kong Ming, with an inexplicable fanaticism on her face, "Sir, can you sign your name on the book?"
Kong Fang smiled bitterly, I would like it, but my handwriting is too ugly!
Widow Pan patted her forehead lightly. She remembered that his handwriting was indeed not very good-looking. The four characters "Tofu Xi Shi" were originally written by Master Kong. But the signature on the book cannot be written by others, not to mention Master Kong is not here.
Suddenly, she went upstairs like a gust of wind, and then appeared in front of Kong Fang like a gust of wind, with a box of rouge in her hand.
Kong Fangzheng was confused, but Widow Pan had already held his face and gently applied rouge to his lips.
Then, he gently pressed "Journey to the West" against his lips, and a bright red lip print fell on the name of the author of "Journey to the West", with the word "Kong Fang" within the lip print.
"It's done."
Widow Pan's brows were filled with joy, and her face was close to Kong Fang again, "Tonight, I'm going to sleep with it in my arms."
After that, she went upstairs like the wind again. Different from the previous two times, this time she didn't go downstairs.
Kong Fang couldn't help but look at the tofu noodle in the bowl, and then at the sesame seed cake in his hand.
Should I apply this rouge or not?
After hesitating for a long time, rationality finally defeated emotion, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
If you eat secretly and don't know how to wipe your mouth, you will get into trouble.
Although he did not eat in the true sense, or in other words, he did not eat at all, but in the face of conclusive evidence, all explanations are just quibbles, and the ending will only be worse.
Fang Shiqing would not even give him a chance to explain, and would directly submit to the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
"Sister Pan, we are here."
The sound behind him sounded like an oriole's cry, and he turned around.
"Hey, are you there too?" Yun Feier exclaimed in surprise, hugged Kong Fang's arm when she came up, and pouted, "You are so bad, you never go to Hongyun Tower to watch our performances, you only know that every day Let us help you make money.”
"Fei'er! Stop talking nonsense." Dou Ying hurriedly stopped her.
