After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

At this moment, the parking lot opened in front of Zhijun Pavilion was already full of people.

The servants who were responsible for guiding the carriages were wearing custom-made gray clothes, and arranged for the carriages in each prefecture to park in an orderly manner.

Chang Feng stood at the gate and arranged for the leading servants to enter Zhuangzi for the various prefectures who had accepted the post.

"Is this opened by Qu Zhao's prodigal son?"

An old man with half a hundred hair and a big fat belly asked Yao Wenxuan who was following him.

Yao Wenxuan nodded, and helped the old man forward helplessly: "This is what Qu Zhongkai did."

This old man is Yao Wenxuan's grandfather, Laocheng Wenhou, Yao Guangyao.

Yao Wenxuan, who had received the invitation, was only planning to bring his mother along, but he didn't expect to be stopped by his grandfather before leaving the house to join in the fun.

"Qu Zhao is such a serious person, how did he give birth to such a dandy?"

Standing at the door and looking around, Yao Guangyao smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, and was very dissatisfied with the colorful plaque at the door.

"Grandfather, Qu Zhong is my good friend, please don't say this in front of others later."

Yao Wenxuan knew very well about his grandfather's utter lack of empathy, and was afraid that he would say something that should not be said again.

"I want you to take care of it, why no one came to pick it up."

Directly ignoring the servant who was guiding him, Yao Guangyao frowned and searched for Qu Zhao everywhere.

"You old man, there is no end."

With the support of his wife, Mrs. Liu, who was one step behind, followed Yao Guangyao just in time to hear his complaints.

"Yao Wenxuan."

Guessing that Shi Chen was here to welcome Qu Zhao, Qu Zhong just stepped out of the gate and saw Yao Wenxuan who looked aggrieved.

"You kid is that prodigal son?"

Yao Guangyao was a little surprised to see that Qu Zhong was still well dressed.

He remembered that he had met once two years ago, and the child's face was so sluggish, it looked like he had been intoxicated for a long time.

At that time, I didn't know how many times I scolded my eldest grandson for this matter, just because I was afraid of being led badly by this person.

Looking at it now, it really looks like Qu Zhaochang's.

Qu Zhong: Who are you?Come up and say that I am a prodigal son.

Looking at Yao Wenxuan, Qu Zhong had completely forgotten that he had met Yao Wenxuan's grandfather.

"My grandfather."

With a cold face, Yao Wenxuan even drooped the corners of his lips.

Just now I said not to talk nonsense, this opening is to offend people.

"Grandfather Yao, Grandmother Liu."

Hurriedly bowing his hands towards the two, Qu Zhong bowed down to salute, somewhat surprised that Yao Wenxuan invited his grandparents.

"What does your plaque look like? It's all weeds."

Pointing to the plaque wrapped by vines at the gate of Zhijun Pavilion, Yao Wenxuan frowned, and even his beard jumped twice.

Qu Zhong looked back at the idyllic plaque he had been carefully caring for for a year with a gardener, and was speechless.

Just in order for these creepers to create a lush, deep and peaceful appearance, I don't know how many ways have been thought of to have the current scale.

Now it is called a weed.

Qu Zhong:...

"Grandpa, let's go in and let Qu Zhong take us around."

The veins on the forehead began to bulge, and Yao Wenxuan couldn't bear to see his friend's expression.

That's why he didn't think about bringing his grandfather here on the day of Qu Zhong's opening, because he was afraid that he would make things difficult for others.

No, it's still at the door, it's already started.

"Grandfather Yao, Grandmother Liu, I'll take you to the storytelling library, and I'm about to start storytelling now."

With dry laughs, Qu Zhong hurriedly followed Yao Wenxuan to change the topic, leading the people forward.

I heard Yao Wenxuan say before that his grandfather was a military general, he spoke vulgar words and liked to teach others.

Seeing it now, it really lives up to its reputation.

"Let's go, let's see what we can do."

As soon as he stepped through the gate, the scene in front of him made the old man a little bit interested. The ground is covered with green bricks, and there are many flowers planted on the side of the road, which are so colorful and beautiful.

While walking casually, Yao Guangyao began to look around.

Ho!

A two-story building directly opposite immediately attracted the master's attention. He could see the inside of this large piece of glass from here.

"This is the Yingke building, a place to eat."

This restaurant took the most common name.

because.

This name was chosen by Qu Zhao himself, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Qu Zhong dared not object.

Pointing to another building, Yao Guangyao asked, "What about this?"

There are no glass windows in this building, but wooden window frames, which form a strong contrast with the ones here.

"This is the place for storytelling, Grandfather Yao, please."

For a year, he worked as a migrant laborer every night, and began to frantically write scripts.

What kind of iron and blood battlefield, what kind of meritorious deeds, and even the poignant and beautiful love of immortals and heroes have been written a few books.

With so much accumulation in previous lives, I have written a lot this year.

"There are quite a few teahouses on the street."

With his hands behind his back, Yao Guangyao lacked interest in talking to the notebook.

The last time he heard a story in a teahouse by chance, it was about a general defending his family and defending his country against an enemy country.

But as soon as he heard it, he immediately lost interest.

What the hell is this? This battlefield is a hundred times crueler than it is said.

The battle is not over yet, the protagonist ran off to get married.

It's just ridiculous.

"Grandfather, please listen first before you speak."

Yao Wenxuan supported his forehead, feeling that if he didn't intervene now, he might break up with Qu Zhong today.

"Yes, Grandfather Yao, listen first."

Qu Zhong laughed, he was extremely confident in the script he wrote.

In the teahouse, there were only a few people sitting sparsely, some who knew each other were still exchanging pleasantries, all of them were curious about the strange chairs they were sitting on.

"Grandfather Yao, please listen to a few words first, and then we will go shopping elsewhere."

Directly leading people to the best and most comfortable position in the middle, Qu Zhong stretched out his hand to summon the servant.

"Your chair is not bad."

Touching the back of this strange chair, it was soft, Yao Guangyao sat down with his robe lifted, and finally felt that there was something that satisfied him.

"Grandma, sit here."

Yao Wenxuan also immediately led Mrs. Liu to sit next to her, and finally felt relieved.

According to the method Qu Zhong taught himself last time, he pressed it, and the back of the sofa tilted slightly.

Then open the reflexed footrest, which looks more comfortable than a recliner.

"Grandfather Yao, Grandmother Liu, Auntie, please listen first, Wenxuan and I are waiting outside for you to come out."

Qu Zhongcai bent down and said to the three of them after setting out the tea and pastries and snacks brought by the boy.

These snacks are carefully researched by Qu Zhong, and they are small dishes, which look very delicate.

"Go, the old man will come out after enjoying this strange chair."

Impatiently chasing the two of them with a wave of his hands, Yao Guangyao followed Yao Wenxuan's example and half-lyed down.

The storyteller in the stands is already on stage in a long gown.

Yao Wenxuan and Qu Zhong glanced at each other, and finally they were able to leave easily.

Especially Yao Wenxuan couldn't laugh or cry.

Grandpa didn't want to enjoy this chair, it was clearly a snack on the table.

Seeing him and Qu Zhong leaving, he couldn't wait to twist a piece of beef jerky and throw it into his mouth.

As soon as he went out, Yao Wenxuan waved to Qu Zhong: "Go and do your work, I'll wait for grandfather to come out here."

"Come on, Grandpa Yao won't be able to come out for a while." Putting his arms around Yao Wenxuan's shoulder, Qu Zhong smiled.

Yao Wenxuan broke free, and shook his head in both irony and laughter: "Don't tell me, my grandfather is hard to take care of, I'd better wait here."

Based on his understanding of his grandfather, I'm afraid it will be a stick of incense at most, and he will come out after eating those snacks.

"Then wait, I'll go pick up my grandfather and mother first."

A young servant came rushing to the gate, which made them so anxious, Qu Zhong knew without thinking that it must be the arrival of his father and mother.

Seeing Yao Wenxuan nodding his head and walking towards a small pavilion nearby, he also turned and walked towards the gate.

Sure enough, before the person had walked a few steps, the servant reported as if seeing a savior: "Master has arrived, wait for the young master at the door to greet him."

"Understood, let's go."

Qu Zhong still understands Qu Zhao's thoughts.

It's nothing more than to let people see that this rich son of his has become a weapon and is now promising.

"Grandfather, parents."

Unexpectedly, there was a large group of people standing at the door. I don't know if my grandfather brought the whole family.

How could there be dozens of people, standing densely.

"This Zhuangzi is not bad. I heard that you also have a storytelling library here. I specially bring old friends here to listen to books."

Xu Shan introduced several old men who followed in detail, and got straight to the point.

After reading the "Biography of Yonglin" written by his grandson at that time, he felt unsatisfied after reading it, so he took this book with him at a gathering with old friends.

If you go in this area, you won't be able to bring it back.

This time, when I heard that his grandson opened a Zhijun Pavilion, there were storytellers in it, and he gave away a lot of good things, so I insisted on following him to have a look.

"Chang Feng, you take your grandmother and the others for a walk first, and I will take my grandfather to the storytelling library."

Turning his head to tell Chang Feng, Qu Zhong found that Xu's expression was a little stiff.

But it was not the time to ask, so he pretended he hadn't seen it, turned around and took Xu Shanxiang and his party to the storytelling hall.

of course.

Xu Ling, Xu Chong and seven other cousins ​​of the Xu family followed behind.

After deliberating for a while whether to follow the brother-in-law or the father, the uncle and the second uncle followed up step by step.

In this way, Qu Zhong led a mighty group of people into the storytelling hall.

Not surprisingly, Yao Guangyao was now completely attracted by the talker on stage, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

Seeing that someone came in and disturbed his reading, he turned his head dissatisfied and wanted to reprimand him twice.

Seeing that it was Qu Zhong, he didn't curse out loud.

Of course Qu Zhong understood this feeling, as if people kept entering the scene after the movie started, it was quite annoying.

He pressed his hand towards Xu Shanxiang, bent down to lead a group of people to sit down, stretched out his hand to beckon the servants and whispered orders, and then Qu Zhongcai led Liu Shi and Zhu Shi, who were not very interested, out.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into Xu's group.

Yao Wenxuan stepped forward to salute, intending to take his grandmother and mother to the racecourse, and intending to leave room for Qu Zhong's family to talk.

Even he could tell that the faces of Xu Shi and Luo Shi were not quite right.

"Grandma, let me take you to play mahjong."

Seeing Luo Shi with an awkward look on his face, Qu Zhong hurried forward and held her arm obsequiously.

"Humph!"

Luo Shi snorted coldly, but he didn't break away from Qu Zhong's hand supporting her, but he didn't intend to talk to anyone.

In front of the gate just now, this brat led his grandfather away, even ignoring her grandmother.

It's only now that I come to flatter, how can there be such a good thing.

"Grandma, this mahjong is really fun."

"There are people riding horses in the back, there are people fishing over there, and there are people picking berries in the back, which are the fruits I sent back last time. Which one do you want to pick?"

The cheeky Qu Zhong kept talking, not minding Luo Shi's cold face at all.

It wasn't until the end that Luo Shi coaxed Qu Zhong to stab Qu Zhong in a strange way, and the matter was over.

"Last night, Miss Liu from the Liu Shangshu Mansion actually lived in Gao'er's courtyard."

At last.

Finally Xu couldn't hold back, after Qu Zhong settled Luo Shi, he pulled his sleeve and said in a low voice.

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