The poor man grows watermelon

[County magistrate with a unique painting style]

All the seeds in the ground were scattered, and it rained that night.

Although the road was difficult, Su Ye was very happy.In the words of Mrs. Su Hua, it is because God loves the people, and is afraid that they will not be able to eat.

The leek pancakes were sold for three days in a row, and they were so booming that even the county magistrate sent his servants to buy a few.

The price Yu Feng set was not high, a cake was only sold for two cents, which was only one penny more than millet noodles, and the people in the vicinity rushed to buy it.

I go out with a big bowl of noodles in the morning, and get back a small bag of money in the evening, two to three hundred cash every day.

If this continues, not only can you spend the whole winter happily, but you can also accumulate a small savings.

In short, everything is moving in a good direction.

This day was the same as usual, there was movement in the thatched shed before dawn.

Yu Feng wanted to mix the noodles for the day, Su Ye cooked a small pot of corn porridge, the two of them drank a bowl warmly, and then pushed the flatbed cart out.

It had just rained and the road was a bit muddy, so they arrived later than usual.

The atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, the people around looked at them strangely, some gloated, some simply watched the fun, and some expressed deep sympathy.

Su Ye glanced over, only to realize that their seats had been taken by someone else.

The other party also pushed a flat cart, with dough in the wooden basin, leeks in the bamboo basket, red clay stove, iron pot, and charcoal, which happened to be the standard equipment for baking leek cakes.

A man and a woman stood beside the car, about thirty or so, presumably they were a couple, the man was short, with mischievous eyebrows, while the woman was taller, dry and thin like a stick.

At this time, the tall and thin woman was busy making pancakes, and the man stood beside him with his hands folded, tilting his head to look at Su Ye and the others, with undisguised sarcasm and malice in his eyes.

Su Ye frowned.

The other party raised his chin, and his sharp voice was harsh, "Hey, you are pretty, come on, give me a voice!"

Yu Feng immediately turned cold, rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up and beat someone up.

Su Ye grabbed his hand and looked at the man with wicked eyes, with a very calm expression.

The woman stopped her work and persuaded in a low voice: "Second Uncle asked us to sell cakes, we can eat some of the cakes we earn, and don't cause trouble."

The man shook off her hand and cursed in a vicious voice: "Fuck off, how can you talk? Baker your cake, leave me alone!"

The woman trembled in fright, lowered her brows and eyes, and dared not speak any more.

Su Ye snorted coldly, walked over calmly, and put her quiet eyes on the man's face.

The man grinned lazily, revealing a mouthful of crooked big yellow teeth.

He was about to say something, but without thinking, Su Ye suddenly raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach.

The man let out an "Aww," and took several steps back one after another, but finally he couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground.

Su Ye brushed her trouser legs and stood a little further away, as if she was afraid of getting something dirty.

There were exclamations from all around, and all kinds of eyes glued to Su Ye's body in unison.

For a while, the sellers didn't care about selling things, and the buyers didn't care about buying things. All the young and old gathered around and watched the excitement with great interest.

Yu Feng was taken aback by Su Ye's protruding behavior. After realizing it, he quickly grabbed his hand and asked distressedly, "Does your foot hurt?"

Su Ye rolled his eyes at him and said coldly, "This is a hand."

Yu Feng showed a silly smile, and when he looked at the man on the ground, his eyes were as cold as a knife, "Are you impatient?"

"You're just impatient! Damn, I think you're looking for death if you dare to provoke you!"

The woman seemed to have just reacted, and hurried to help her man regardless of the oil and noodles in her hands.

However, the man didn't appreciate it. Instead, he threw her to the ground very roughly, and looked at Su Ye viciously with his long and thin eyes.

"Damn it, where did you get that little monster? What the hell, how dare you kick me! Don't even ask me about my status in Wannian County!"

While baring his teeth and cursing, the man got up from the ground and rushed towards the two without thinking.

Before he could get close, Yu Feng mercilessly kissed him.

Although the original body has also been practiced, it is not enough to compare with Yu Feng.

No, just now Su Ye tried his best but kicked the person down, Yu Feng lifted his foot casually, and the seven-foot-tall man flew upside down like that.

Then, with a splash, it fell into a puddle.

The splashed muddy water covered his head and face, and there happened to be a naughty child urinating in the puddle, and Yu San spat out the muddy water, his whole body smelled of urine.

The onlookers roared with laughter.

Yu San wiped the mud off his face angrily, but it became more and more smudged.

People laughed again.

Su Ye looked down at him with a sneer on his lips, "Are you still here?"

The cold voice, domineering eyes, no matter how you look at it, they don't look like twins.

Yu Sanqi crawled out of the mud pit with all his hands and feet, trying to widen his slit-like eyes, "You wait for me!"

Su Ye didn't even frown.

Yu San spat hard on the ground and moved his mouth, but he didn't dare to curse again, so he just gave them a vicious look, slapped his butt and ran away.

Surprisingly, he ran to the county government office, and even more strangely, no one stopped him.

Su Ye subconsciously looked at the woman.

The thin woman shrank her shoulders in fright, and returned to the carriage cautiously, shrinking her hands and feet, not daring to bake the cake.

Su Ye frowned and looked away.

"Do you want to drive her away?" Yu Feng asked.

Su Ye shook her head, "No, find another place!"

Yu Feng responded, and swept his eyes, all the conspicuous places were occupied.

The boy selling noodle soup waved to him, with a good-natured smile on his face, "If you don't mind the crowd, I still have some free time here."

"Okay, let's go!" Yu Feng smiled and pulled the car over, propped it up on a grass pier and stopped it.

The little brother folded his hands, and deep smile lines appeared in the corners of his eyes, "I'll tell you the truth, I can get some light by being next to you. Your pancakes sell well, and even some people are willing to buy my noodle soup and eat them."

Yu Feng smiled, and said politely, "Bring each other good."

Su Ye helped him put things in order, said a few words, and was about to go to work, but saw a man in official uniform coming out of it, followed by Yu San covered in mud, and six Seven vicious slaves.

There was a moment of silence among the crowd, and the vendors who sold food quickly put away their expressions of watching the show, and bowed to each other, "Grassmen see the county magistrate——"

The man didn't even hum, and he looked arrogant.

Yu Feng took a step forward and stood in front of Su Ye, watching the Zaoli with sharp eyes vigilantly.

Su Ye didn't move at all, just stared at the person with a pair of clear and cold eyes.

The man called "Xian Cheng" had similar eyebrows and eyes to Yu San, but he was fat, and his small eyes were squeezed by the flesh on his face so that he couldn't see them.

Su Ye quickly realized that this should be the other county magistrate Jia Ding mentioned, surnamed Yu.

Yu Xiancheng raised his chin to look at Yu and Su, and said eccentrically, "I don't know what my little nephew has done. It's worth the two of you making such a fuss?"

"If you speak disrespectfully to the document appointed by the county magistrate, you should be held accountable for the law." Su Ye said coldly.

Yu Xiancheng choked, his face darkened, "Boldly making trouble for the people, committing crimes in the street, and daring to falsely accuse others! Someone—"

"Have!"

"Arrest these two troublemakers!"

"Yes!"

The soap slaves were gearing up, and the vendors were so frightened that they ignored everything and ran away one after another.

There was only one boy who sold noodle soup, who stood there in a daze, with deep worry in his eyes.

Yu Feng protected Su Ye behind him, and put on a guarded posture, but there was no fear on his face.

Yu Xiancheng narrowed his eyes.

The soap slaves approached one after another.

Yu San showed a proud look.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, a male voice came from inside the yamen, neither high nor low, with a little majesty.

Yu Xiancheng froze, the disgust in his eyes flashed, and he quickly put on a respectful posture, and turned to face the door.

"The next official sees the county magistrate—"

There was an uproar around, obviously, everyone didn't expect that this person was actually the county magistrate.

Su Ye was also a little surprised. The person who came was dressed in casual clothes, with a pale face and handsome eyebrows. No matter how you look at it, he looked only in his thirties, with a broad knife on his waist. It would be more appropriate to say that he was the guard next to the county magistrate. some.

"It's okay if you want to make some money, don't make trouble." Although he said this to Su Ye, the county magistrate's eyes glanced at the county magistrate's face.

"Yes." Su Ye bowed in response without a single excuse.

Although Yu Xiancheng was dissatisfied, he did not dare to disobey on the face, "The next official obeys the order."

Yu San tugged at his official uniform eagerly, but was stared at fiercely, so he had to shrink his neck and calm down.

The county magistrate pretended not to see it, turned his gaze back to Su Ye's face, and said unhurriedly, "The copper bell has rang. If you don't go in again, your wages will be deducted."

"Thank you for your reminder, my lord. The grassroots will leave." Su Ye gave Yu Feng a reassuring look, and turned to enter the county government office.

The county magistrate glanced over several Zaolis, "What about you?"

"Small, little ones, let's go in!" The slaves who were still arrogant ran into the door one by one like quails, trembling.

With a faint smile on his face, the county magistrate said to the vendors present: "Do business with peace of mind."

The vendors were so surprised that they forgot to reply.

The county magistrate didn't seem to mind, smiled and left.

Yu Xiancheng gave Yu Feng a hard look, and flung his sleeves away.

"Second Uncle, Second Uncle..." Yu San stretched out his hand and yelled, but he didn't dare to catch up.