Da Jin

Worried and fearful waiting for that moment to come, I don't know how long it has passed under the lively atmosphere.

But maybe God also sympathized with Zhou Fuli's bitterness of calculating every step of the way, and helped him.

The originally sunny sky changed as soon as it said.

There was indeed a lot of rain in early spring.

The drizzle was falling, and it would not be long before it became denser and denser.

"God is not beautiful." Looking at the raindrops dripping on his arms, someone sighed.

Zhou Fuli was so happy in his heart, could they let the dignified little sage comment on poems for them in the rain?

Zhou Fuli hurriedly sent a message.

"The little sage said that spring is coming, all students, don't catch a cold, get on the carriage and go back quickly."

The spring rain is not heavy, just hide in the carriage, it will not delay their return.

Helpless, a group of people had no choice but to bid farewell, "Come and visit the little saint next time."

Regardless of whether the other party was out of courtesy or what, Zhou Fuli's face almost turned black anyway.

But just come, anyway, it can't be the situation that you have to see today, he is a dignified master, he is very busy all day, how could he meet people every day, he has his own excuses to shirk.

This burst of timely rain really helped Zhou Fuli a lot, watching the leaving carriage, watching the children stretch out their hands trying to find the falling raindrops.

Zhou Fuli said happily, "Go back, don't get your clothes wet."

He also had to go back and collect the locusts that were drying the yard, and they would dry up in vain when they got wet.

A group of children happily started to clean up, opening their small mouths and smiling very happily, because their skewers just happened to be sold out.

Back in the courtyard, after harvesting the sun-dried locusts, a group of children stayed under the eaves and surrounded Zhou Fuli, placing a basket in front of them, "This is the money we spent selling skewers today, so much that we can't even count them. "

Zhou Fuli is a little funny, you can't count the ten copper coins, and you only sold the skewers for a day, how much can you have.

But for a group of country kids, it is indeed too much.

Zhou Fuli distributed the money directly to these children, and also kept some of it. It can be regarded as the start-up capital for these children's business. Judging from the situation that Sima Hehua's young son came to eat skewers even if he did not hesitate to climb mountains and wades, he would definitely There are repeat customers, and after the news reaches Luoyang, maybe some new foodies will come.

Only then did I think of that little chubby Sima Hehua, only to see a chubby figure rushing in from the gate of the yard, yelling loudly from a distance, "Teacher Taifu, I want to eat skewers. Taste it."

Zhou Fuli thought, isn't this wild child going home now?

A group of children were holding money, looking a little silly.

They are just selling skewers for the little saint, and they are very happy to get a copper coin, but now, they are afraid that they will be filled with both hands, it is too much.

Zhou Fuli said, "Go back quickly, it will rain heavily later."

It is estimated that there are too many people today, and there will not be so many in the future.

"But..." A group of children wanted to say something else.

Zhou Fuli waved his hand.

As a modern person, in fact, he is very obsessed with money, but as a human being, there must be some bottom line. Zhou Fuli is still clear about what money can be earned and what money can't be earned.

A group of children looked back at each step.

The little bench has teary eyes, he knows that the little sage had someone invite a doctor to see his father yesterday.

The little saint is so kind, he will work harder in the future to help the little saint catch more locusts.

Tie Dan also held the money in his heart in a foolish manner. The little sage gave him money, and he had the money to give his sister a dowry, so that his sister would not be bullied when she married, which is great.

No matter how young you are, some things can touch your heart and make you never forget them.

Zhou Fuli felt relieved, just like crossing the catastrophe.

He ran to such a remote place to minimize his contact with people so as not to be exposed.

Now everyone who should be seen has been seen, and he is safe until he submits the "Retirement Letter".

Moreover, regarding the retreat of locusts, as long as the ducks in the firewood house are hatched, at least half of the success is achieved.

Because he was in a happy mood, Zhou Fuli ran to the kitchen and cleared out the two jars containing wheat.

He is going to make a jar of kimchi and a jar of soybean paste.

Eating steamed buns in the morning is really good, but the taste is still a bit monotonous. If there is kimchi, it will be more comfortable to eat a bite of steamed buns and a bite of kimchi.

In fact, there are kimchi in this era, but it depends on the region. Luoyang is not very popular. Besides, the kimchi he made with ginger, garlic, pepper, rattan pepper, etc. in the truck is definitely better than the kimchi of this era. Rich.

Cut kimchi into small pieces, and you can basically eat it the next day.

Miso is a bit more troublesome, it needs to be fermented for a period of time before it can be eaten, but with Miso, even boiled vegetables are delicious when mixed with a tablespoon of Miso.

When Zhou Fuli improved his life, a delicacy called "Chuan Chuan" also spread after those scholars returned to Luoyang.

It's a bit miraculous.

A food that appeals to both taste and taste.

A food that is very suitable for socializing, even strangers can get acquainted immediately as long as they sit together and eat a skewered meal.

A delicious, comforting food.

The people who listened were very confused. Is this just a kind of food?

And is it really that delicious?

The more mysterious it is, the easier it is to arouse people's curiosity. Not to mention, in addition to repeat customers, there were quite a few new foodies the next day.

In fact, these children only set up stalls to sell skewers from noon to a few hours in the afternoon, because no one is there at other times, and they are all on the way back and forth to Luoyang.

That's not bad, after all, I'm still a child, so it's not good to be too tired.

So, a group of children would come to help Zhou Fuli feed the chickens in the morning. After feeding the chickens, they went to catch locusts. It was almost noon before frying skewers and cooking. Now that there are fewer people, the preparation of dishes will not be so tiring.

Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin were still a little confused, because the chickens in the firewood house were not allowed to take over, but were handed over to a group of children instead.

But seeing a group of children doing well, as long as they don't spoil those duck eggs, they didn't say anything.

After selling the skewers in the afternoon, I will catch locusts for a while. The best time to catch locusts is when the locusts are flying all over the sky in the evening.

Recently, they added neatly cut kimchi to their steamed buns.

"Steamed buns with kimchi are so delicious and crisp." The small-mouthed man chewed the kimchi on purpose.

"One bite of steamed bun and two small pieces of pickles." Counting while eating, because Zhimo told them that the rules of the Taifu Mansion are strict, and the little sage said that one bite of steamed buns and two small pieces of pickles will not add a small piece.

These children learned some messy rules from Zhimo Xiaoguban, Zhou Fuli shook his head, because he also saw Zhimo reciting "Book of Songs Zhou Song" in front of the little milk dog in a serious manner, euphemistically called Taifu's Mansion Dogs have to learn the rules too.

Zhou Fuli felt that the shadow area in the little milk dog's heart must be very large, it is just a dog, so why make things difficult for it...

In order to prevent Zhimo from harming these children, Zhou Fuli called Zhimo to the study to practice writing together.

In order to be perfect and not be found out by others, his handwriting must be practiced as soon as possible.

Zhimo took out a small bench to grind the ink there, and handed it to Zhou Fuli when it was finished.

Every time Zhou Fuli finished writing a piece of paper, he lit it and threw it into the basin next to him. He really couldn’t see anyone, so he had to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces. Seeing that Mo was taken aback, what is the little saint doing?The pen and ink written in the past will be stored in a special box, and many people will come to ask for it, which is very precious.

Zhou Fuli also didn't care about Zhimo's cute and cute appearance. His fluency in speaking has improved a lot recently. If he can improve his handwriting back to the original level, his chances of surviving in this era will be even greater.

Zhou Fuli thought that he was temporarily out of the dangerous situation, so he was in a particularly happy mood.

However, he seems to have forgotten that he still has a huge problem that has not been resolved.

Luoyang City, the Imperial Palace.

"Zhou Fuli, Zhou Fuli, if I don't give you a reasonable explanation this time, I'll see how I can deal with you." The little emperor Sima Yu was gearing up, muttering viciously, causing him to suffer such a big grievance, and everyone thought he had committed a terrible crime. wrong.

But shit!

After thinking about it, he even reviewed the small mistakes he made a few years ago, and there was nothing unreasonable at all.

"It has to be hung up and smoked." Sima Yu was so wronged, and now he wants to settle accounts with Zhou Fuli.

Zhou Fuli did ignore it. He can make Sima Yu confused for a while, but after a long time, he will definitely become suspicious and come to him to settle accounts.

"Let's go." Sima Yu, wearing plain clothes, said to two rows of people waiting around him.

The last time he went to Longqing Palace to tell the old emperor that he was going out for a spring outing, he was scolded in the end.

This time he learned to be smart and changed an excuse. Now that spring plowing is imminent, he, as the emperor of the Jin Dynasty, cares about the people's farming, and wants to go out to inspect the people's spring plowing situation. He is so worried about the country and the people, the old emperor will never allow it.

As long as he leaves the palace, he has the final say on where he goes to observe the people's sentiments.

The old emperor thought that Sima Yu had suddenly improved because of this incident, so he agreed without even thinking about it.

A large group of people, because they wore casual clothes, looked like children of a big family traveling.

The carriage was driving in the city of Luoyang, and the streets were full of people discussing Chuan Chuan, and now more people had eaten Chuan Chuan, and the discussions were vivid.

Sima Yu was also a little surprised, but thinking about the taste of skewers, it really makes people nostalgic.

Thinking of this, Sima Yu's face turned dark again, because the little fat man went to Zhou Fuli's place every day and brought a food box into the palace.

But the little fat man is cunning, he licks each skewer in front of everyone, and then eats slowly, making a loud noise, as cheap as he wants.

The horse-drawn carriage drove out of the city one after another.

At this time, Zhou Fuli was still practicing calligraphy according to the original plan calmly.

A group of children had already gone out to sell skewers, and Zhimo was also sent to settle accounts.

Zhou Fuli's current calligraphy has begun to take shape. After all, his muscle memory is still there, and all the memories of his previous calligraphy practice are also in his mind.

While practicing, the door of the study room was opened, revealing a few little heads.

It was the little bench, Tie Dan, and Zhimo.

The faces of the three little heads were actually a little anxious.

"Little sage, little sage, a bad guy has come to our stall." The little bench said angrily.

"He took over the stall by himself and didn't let others eat." Tie Dan also added.

They sold skewers today and they sold well, but a lot of people came. They were so happy at the time, thinking that there were a lot of customers, but the little ruffian in the lead sat down, and the others stood fiercely. Surrounded there, did not sit down to eat skewers, and scared away the original guests.

It's not about what bad customers are, but how they do business like this.

Zhou Fuli was also a little surprised, where did the local ruffian come from?

Zhimo added, "I feel like Ren Yazi who specializes in abducting and selling children."

His mother said that the worst thing is Ren Yazi, who specializes in robbing other people's good-looking children. He thinks that person looks very bad, and even ran among their children, it must be Ren Yazi.

Zhou Fuli: "..."

Is that a hooligan or a human tooth?

When Zhou Fuli went, he saw a large group of people from a long distance, they were indeed very fierce, with an expression of not approaching strangers, no wonder they scared everyone away.

The people in the middle are surrounded, some cannot see clearly.

When he got closer, he saw a pair of familiar eyes.

Rogue bully?Human teeth?The others are pretty good looking anyway, although they are indeed quite naughty.

The moment the eyes met, Zhou Fuli's heart shrank a little, how could he forget this big trouble?

This is miserable, and the sufferer came to the door in person.

Sima Yu stood up, he had to ask carefully today, what was wrong with him, let the dignified little sage hit a pillar, and hid in this place where the birds don't shit, he looked very wronged, but who the hell? Wronged?

Zhou Fuli said in his heart, sure enough, he must die if he dies, and if he fails to die, he will wait to be played by the emperor until his life is worse than death.

It was only Sima Yu who stood up, and a group of trembling children suddenly stood in front of Zhou Fuli, their eyes closed, and their little hands opened like old hens, "Don't even think about bullying the little saint."

They were also afraid, and they didn't dare to open their eyes. These people were so cold that they didn't seem to be easy to mess with, but the little saint taught them to sell skewers, taught them to make money, and gave them food. They wanted to protect the little saint.

Sima Yu: "..."

What are these terrified children doing?

The corner of Zhou Fuli's mouth twitched, but these children were so innocent and cute in their hearts.

Zhou Fuli glanced at Sima Yu and his group, what should we do?

He had to make calculations.

These people are wearing casual clothes, that is to say, they are traveling in micro-clothes, so it is inconvenient to reveal their identities.

This is a little bit less etiquette.

Zhou Fuli cupped his hands and said, "Please."

Signal to go up the mountain.

Hey, if he speaks more fluently, he can quibble, but...

Sima Yu thought well, after all, he is no longer the little gangster in the market, so it's not good to scold Zhou Fuli in the public hall, what is Zhou Fuli's words called?It's degrading, he has to be reasonable, and he is especially reasonable today.

Even if Zhou Fuli has iron teeth, he can't get away with it today.

When a group of children opened their eyes, Zhou Fuli and Sima Yu had already started to go up the mountain.

The two walked in the front, followed by a few strange people. They obviously had long legs, but they walked in small steps, which was very interesting. Then came those vicious people.

"We will also follow. If they dare to bully the little saint, we will pounce on them and bite them." Two small canine teeth were exposed, and the business was closed.

Zhou Fuli's mind was spinning rapidly as he walked.

This is how to do?With Sima Yu's character of vengeance, if the other party finds out that something is wrong, he may not survive today.

At first, I thought the crisis was temporarily lifted, but I didn't expect that someone who could explode at any time came directly.