Farming Food Tycoon

Yuan Bao ran away as soon as the smoke slipped. Fang Xin choked in his throat and didn't spit it out when he refused. It was uncomfortable not to get up, but everyone was gone. He had to look at the little goose cub on the ground, shaking his head and sighing.

"My son, look at this little goose cub, how cute. Where did Master Luo get such two little goose cubs?" The basket looked at the two fluffy little goose cubs and became interested, squatting on the side of the box and stretching out his hand. Touching the little goose cub.

The ghost knows where he got it from. Fang Xin said in his heart and knelt down, looking at the two little goose cubs.

Although the people who gave them gifts are not serious, these two little goose cubs are really cute. They have fluffy fur, tender yellow and tender yellow, round little heads, a pair of small eyes, black and black, and a small brown and yellow beak. He pecked at the vegetable leaves in the box, looking silly.

"It's very cute." Fang Xin couldn't help but stretched out his finger and touched the little goose cub's back.

It's soft and silky in color. Fang Xin's mouth hooked involuntarily.

Seeing the bamboo tube on the leg of the little goose cub that Yuan Bao said, Fang Xin paused his fingers, then grabbed the little goose who had played the role of a swan goose, and let the basket take down the little bamboo tube.

Opening the bamboo tube, Fang Xin curiously took out a small roll of paper inside, and after unfolding it, he was taken aback for a moment.

Above is a small portrait. On a piece of paper less than two inches wide and three inches long, there was a portrait of a little brother holding a mask. The eyebrows and expressions of the person in the painting were exactly what Fang Xin looked like on the Lantern Festival.

The delicate brushwork and smooth lines captured Fang Xin's charm that day, especially the disgust and alienation in his eyes. Even the patterns on the mask were painted inseparably.

Looking at this small portrait, Fang Xin's eyebrows suddenly softened, but when he looked at the words "first acquaintance" in the upper right corner, he pursed his lips and his eyes became cold again.

Luo Mingda obviously did not remember him. He thought that the Lantern Festival was the first time the two met.

Also, after six years, all the youngsters of that year have grown up, and, at that time, he hadn't looked at himself seriously, he didn't remember...

Seeing that his son looked at the note for a long time without moving, he leaned his head and took a look, only to realize that it was a painting, and it was his own son.

"My son, this portrait is really well painted, it looks a lot like you."

Fang Xin returned to his senses and did not answer. He rolled up the note and stuffed it into the small bamboo tube, and then stuffed the small bamboo tube into his sleeve.

Seeing that Fang Xin didn't want to say more, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "My son, what should I do with these two little goose cubs? Do you want to raise them?"

Fang Xin picked up a little goose cub and placed it in his palm. With the other hand, he gently touched its fur and nodded and said, "Why are the goose cubs? Go and ask how to raise the goose cubs, and then go to the kitchen to get them. Some food."

"Good son."

At Luo Mansion, Yuan Bao immediately reported the situation to Luo Mingda after he returned.

"How is it? Xin brother is happy?" Luo Mingda asked expectantly.

Yuan Bao scratched his head and replied: "Master, I see, Young Master Xin is very surprised, but he doesn't seem to be happy, and he didn't laugh."

"Didn't laugh?" Luo Mingda frowned and stroked his chin, and said, "It's impossible, so cute little goose cubs, Brother Xin doesn't think they are cute? I think they are cute."

Yuan Bao hesitated and said, "Maybe, I haven't had time to show it? You asked me to run away after I finished speaking. I didn't have time to see if he was happy."

"That's right!" Hearing this, Luo Mingda slapped his palm, and then said: "You will help me deliver things in two days."

Yuan Bao curiously asked, "Master, what do you want to give away? Little chicken or duckling?"

Luo Mingda patted Yuanbao's head and said with a smile: "What little chicken and duckling, do you think Brother Xin specializes in raising poultry!"

"What's that?" Yuan Bao asked, touching his head.

"Go, help me grind the ink." Luo Mingda said, and walked in the direction of the study.

Two days later, Fang Xin received another gift from Yuanbao—a folding fan. The picture on the fan was the scene on the day of the trip.

In the distance are clouds and mountains, waterfalls cascading, and nearby trees are verdant. By the side of the mountain stream, a little brother is slightly bending down to look at the little fish in the stream, with a demure expression on his face. It was Fang Xin himself, no doubt.

Fang Xin looked at it carefully for a while, shook his head, and then placed the painting on the dressing table in the room.

For the next half month, Fang Xin would receive a portrait every three days, all of which were during a trip.

In the painting, sometimes there is only Fang Xin alone, or wearing skewers, or washing hands by the stream, or by the stove. No one else draws them, only the scattered cooking utensils; sometimes, there is a person in the painting. Fang Xin knew that it was Luo Mingda himself, because it showed the scene of their conversation on the other side of the pool, and there was another scene where Fang Xin took the clothes to Luo Mingda by the carriage.

Sometimes, a small piece of paper will be attached to the portrait sent to him, asking him how he’s doing, and asking how the little goose cub is doing...

Fang Xin was a little helpless, put the portrait together with the previous one, and didn't care about it anymore.

In Luo's house, Luo Mingda did not go out for half a month. Even Chu Rong refused to invite him and did not go out. He happily drew in the study, even though Fang Xin never wrote back to him. I am very happy to draw.

Lord Luo has been busy with government affairs every day since he went out early and returned late every day. Now that he has finally finished a period of work, he is a little strange to see that the youngest son hasn't appeared yet, so he asked Love Lang.

Lovelang smiled and whispered to him.

"The eldest brother of the Minister of Criminal Justice? Just the one you told me before?"

"Yes. A very good brother, I want San'er to be able to make it with him. That is really the blessing of our San'er cultivation in the past life." Lovelang replied.

"He likes that brother very much? Don't it be a novelty?" Lord Luo asked suspiciously.

It's not that Master Luo doesn't believe in his son. It is really that Luo Mingda used to run to the flower house before, to make him believe that his son will truly like a brother now, which is really a bit difficult.

"Everyone begged me to ask a matchmaker to propose marriage, how can there be any fakes?"

"Proposing marriage? Why didn't you tell me about it?" Master Luo was surprised.

Love gave him a glance and said, "You forgot? At that time, I told you that you just started to fall asleep. Anyway, it didn't work. I didn't say anything when you were so busy. Then I gave it to you. forget."

"Oh, blame me, blame me, I was so busy a while ago. If he can really take care of it, that would be a good thing." Lord Luo finished listening, thoughtfully, and then murmured to Lovelang for a long time, the two of them Finally reached a consensus.

The next day, Luo Mingda had just asked Yuan Bao to go out to do something for him, so he found him.

"I said, San'er, what are you doing mysteriously? I'm not allowed to come in for a while." Lovelang walked to the desk, looked at a paper ball on the spot, and just picked up one. See what it is.

"Eh eh eh, ah, you can't look, you can't look." Luo Mingda saw that he was about to open the paper ball, rushed to grab it, and quickly picked up all the paper **** on the ground and stuffed them all into the paper. In the basket.

Lovelang: ...think I don't know what you are doing?

Love Lang cleared his throat, and then said: "I happened to see Fang Fulang the other day, oh, it's Brother Xin, he, we chatted casually, and we got a news from Brother Xin. ."

"Oh? News from Brother Xin?" Hearing this, Luo Mingda, who was still pressing the paper ball in the waste basket, immediately looked up.

"Yes." Lovelang nodded and asked mysteriously: "Do you want to know what kind of guy Xin brother likes?"

"Yes, ah, hurry up." Luo Mingda ran over immediately, pulling Lovelang's sleeve and said.

Lovelang was amused, but he raised his chin seriously and pointed to the wastebasket, which was self-evident.

Seeing this, Luo Mingda scratched his head and said, "Hey, ah, I'll just write and paint casually. Tell me soon."

Lovelang said nothing.

Luo Mingda was helpless, then took a ball of paper from the waste basket and handed it to Lovelang, saying, "You are not allowed to laugh."

"Fine." Loveland took it and took a look. It was exactly the same as he guessed in his heart. He said: "According to your level, it would be difficult to marry Brother Xin smoothly."

"what?"

Lovelang sighed, looked at Luo Mingda and said: "Ge Xin's grandfather's knowledge is well-known in the capital. Ge Xin has been with his grandfather since he was a child. He is very familiar with his ears and eyes, and he has extraordinary knowledge. He also likes to read very much. To be honest, Brother Xin’s knowledge is much better than you, and it’s no worse than those scholars who are studying seriously in the school. Do you understand?"

"...You mean that Brother Xin won't like me. Eh, no," Luo Mingda asked with a bitter face, "Ah, did you come to make me give up Brother Xin? Didn't you still want to Tell me and Brother Xin kiss?"

Lovelang shook his head and sighed: "Oh, didn't Ah Mo hit you. Ah Mo asked you, as you are now, if you chat with Brother Xin, can you talk together?"

Luo Mingda: "..."

"If he says that he likes his poems and his opinions, are you sure you can answer?"

Luo Mingda: "..."

Lovelang patted his son on the shoulder sympathetically, and said, "So, son, it's totally impossible for you to look like this! What else do you have besides being good-looking, but a man who is good-looking and can't eat you Say yes, you, you really don’t have any merits that Brother Xin can admire, and I went out all day to find flowers and ask Liu. Tsk tsk, if I were Brother Xin, I wouldn’t like such a guy..."

Luo Mingda's chin was poked on his collarbone.

Although it was already in my heart that Brother Xin would not care about his own preparations, he was really sad to be said so clearly. In particular, the person who said that was his own, and he was the least likely to dislike him. My own people are even more sad, and they just say they are useless.

Seeing his son's depressed appearance, Lovelan didn't wait for him to react, and hurriedly pursued the victory, saying: "So son, after a few days of consideration and careful consideration, I think it's better for you to give up Brother Xin as soon as possible. "

Luo Mingda's eyes were red, and he said in a low voice: "But, I like Brother Xin very much. I want to marry him as a husband."

Lovelang patted his son on the shoulder, while carefully observing his look, he said, "Ah, you know, a good guy like Brother Xin is not only good-looking, but also knowledgeable and well-versed. Next, which guy doesn't like it? Listen to him, Brother Xin himself means that when he is eighteen next year, he will consider saying that his relative is going to get married."

"Next year? Get married!" Luo Mingda raised his head in shock when he heard this.

"Yes, next year." Lovelang nodded and continued: "It's less than a year. I don't know which young master can win the favor of Brother Xin. I think it must be a poem and book. A good man with good character and positive motivation!"

Luo Mingda blinked and looked at him.

Lovelang added: "Oh, this is what Xin Ge'er said, saying that Xin Ge'er likes this kind of man."

Luo Mingda continued to look at him, and then faintly said: "Ah, how do I feel that you are putting me on a condom?"

Lovelang blinked, guiltily stretched out his hand to straighten the hair that was not messed up at the corner of his forehead, then coughed lightly, and said, "Who gave you a condom? I'll tell you, that's Brother Xin. What do you mean. Just ask yourself, just like you, can Brother Xin look at you?"

Luo Mingda was discouraged again, and said: "Ah, you don't need to say so much, I know that Brother Xin dislikes me."

"Then you don't hurry up and give me a bit of anger. You still want to play every day. Don't blame Brother Xin for disgusting. If I weren't for you, I dislike it." Lovelang hated iron and steel.

Luo Mingda sighed and said: "I know. I'm thinking about how to change Xin Ge'er's view of me."

"Don't just think, take action, you see that the books on your bookshelf have accumulated a layer of dust." Lovelang saw that his son did have some thoughts, and said earnestly: "I'm telling you, San'er Ah, I’m also a brother, I know him better than you. No one likes to go out and run around every day. He only knows the guy who eats, drinks and plays and asks Liu. If you want Brother Xin to change his opinion of you, you have to let him see Until you are completely changed, do you know?"

Luo Mingda looked at him, saw the worry and deep hope in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "I know, ah." He had been thinking about it for half a month before, and finally made up his mind.

"Do you really understand?"

Luo Mingda nodded: "I understand. Go and help me bring Ji Fuzi back, right?"

In order to marry Brother Xin, fight!

Hearing that his son was willing to invite a master, Lovelang really believed that his son really wanted to start to change.

"Well, well, I'll make arrangements right away." Lovelang left happily.

On this day, Fang Xin received two more paintings. However, this time the painting is a bit different, it is no longer the scene when they met.

In the first picture, the person painted on it is still Fang Xin, and his eyebrows can be seen, but the picture shows Fang Xin squatting on the ground holding vegetable leaves and feeding the little goose cubs. Not only Fang Xin's expression was vividly drawn, but the two little goose cubs that looked up their necks to pecking at the Chinese cabbage leaves in Fang Xin's hands were also vivid.

Fang Xin looked at the painting above, and the corners of his lips were hooked. How did this fool know that he was feeding the little goose cubs?

However, the painting is pretty good.

The second painting is not a whole picture, but a group of small pictures and four paintings, drawn in four grids, and accompanied by dialogue.

In the first grid, the picture is in a study room, an old master is talking with a book, but the person behind the desk has fallen asleep.

In the second grid, the old master found the student dozing off and called the student up, and then he spit and educate him.

In the third grid, the student listened to the old master's education, and fell asleep again while standing.

In the fourth grid, the old master was anxious, took out the ruler and hit the student on the head. The student cried and cried bitterly while holding his head, saying that he would never dare to go anymore.

Fang Xin laughed out loud after reading it.

He looked at this picture again, knowing that Luo Mingda was drawing a picture of himself now studying at home, he couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, and put it away.

After that, he walked to the desk, polished the ink, unfolded the drawing paper, and started drawing with his pen.