Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Rong Yu smiled dryly: "Don't be nasty, talk about it, without you, we wouldn't be able to start a small stove for ourselves, let's all get what we need, hee hee, you wash the dishes and clean up the aftermath, I should go."

Just as he was about to pat his stomach and go back, A Liang stopped him.

"Son!"

"What's wrong?" Rong Yu stopped in her tracks.

A Liang hesitated for a moment: "I may not be able to find you for a long time in the future, I, I..."

Seeing him, I, I, I, Rong Yu couldn't utter a single word for a long time, so she was anxious for him: "Tell me, why did you go back to the way you were when you couldn't fart for a long time?"

A Liang raised his head, his eyes sparkled: "In the future, I want to set up a stall after work is over."

"what?"

Rong Yu suddenly realized something: "You want to sell food?"

A Liang nodded quickly: "The Hou Mansion treats me with great kindness, and the wages they give are not available in other places, but my mother's health is getting worse and worse. Every month, I have to invite a doctor to come to my door, even the money for medicine. It’s a lot of money... It’s really not an option to go on like this, it doesn’t cost much to set up a stall, and you can still earn some hard money.”

Rong Yu was silent for a while, then he came back and patted Ah Liang's thin shoulder: "Good boy, if you have ambition, go ahead."

However, A Liang was a little frustrated: "But in the future, I won't be able to come to help you often."

Rong Yu laughed: "Boy, you have a good conscience, don't worry, if you get rich, it's good to have me, if I get kicked out by Lord Hou, brother, I'll still have to rely on you!"

A Liang couldn't help but blushed when he heard this, and immediately vowed: "I will never forget the kindness you have treated me, my lord."

These words also revived Rongyu's mind. Yes, he has no power to restrain a chicken now, and he can't bear the eight-legged essays in the Four Books and Five Classics. The two advanced paths of scientific examination and martial arts are basically two for him. It's a dead end, and the only thing that can be pointed out is the old profession of the previous life.

After all, no matter how severe the financial turmoil is, it cannot destroy the fly restaurants in the streets and alleys.

People take food as their heaven.

Rong Yu thought for a while, and solemnly pulled A Liang over, "A Liang, listen, even if you are determined to make a living like this, you must plan carefully. You probably don't have much savings, so you must think carefully about the problem. cautious."

Rong Yu put away his usual sloppy smile, his face was serious and focused. A Liang had never seen Rong Yu like this, but he had always trusted her, so he listened carefully.

"First of all, don't be in a hurry to set up a stall. You can find a few nights to go to a few streets and alleys to see where the flow of people is large, where there are many stalls, and what time period is the best time to buy things. You have to carefully observe these .”

A Liang nodded, "Understood."

"Also, you don't have a lot of capital. Steamed custard cake is good. It's simple, the cost is low, and the result is controllable. You should try to sell this first, test the waters, and don't invest all your money in it, you know?"

Although it was difficult for him to understand some of the words Rong Yu said, Ah Liang generally understood: "I know, son, you know a lot."

Rong Yu was not at all embarrassed: "Brother, whether I can develop in the future depends on you."

"Young Master, don't worry." A Liang blushed, "If I get rich, I will definitely not forget you, Young Master."

"Come on," Rong Yu flicked his forehead when he saw Ah Liang's serious face, "Don't think about the whole chicken farm if you get an egg, just take it step by step, don't think too much about the result, but , if you are so willing to do your duty, it should be no problem to earn a little money."

"En!" A Liang nodded solemnly.

With Rong Yu's affirmation, a lot of hope arose in A Liang's heart, and his thin and shy shoulders couldn't help but straighten a lot.

*****

So passed some unsalty time.

After Ah Liang finished his job, he hurried outside to start his small business. Rong Yu had no chance to go to the kitchen again. He originally wanted to find that little old master Song Wenyan, but he had already gone to the Guozi Monitoring School. I heard that it took a few days to come back.

Fortunately, after A-Liang started his small business, he did not forget to take care of Rong Yu's side. A-Liang took the initiative to take over his food. He cooked for him when he was helping the kitchen. Although he was not as skilled as Rong Yu, But it's not much better than the food in the house.

The bed was still uncomfortable to sleep in, so Rong Yu put the quilt under it, and then used the sheet as a quilt to cover it, so that this pretty young man of his would not suffer from pain in his butt at all.

But the problem still came.

How could such a depressive life in a cage last long? After half a month of life under house arrest, Rong Yu couldn't stand it anymore.

He could almost count the number of bricks in the yard, and if he went on, he might even know the total number of leaves of the banyan tree by his window.

Rong Yu finally broke out and went looking for Song Yanming with a stiff neck.

Director Qi lowered his eyes, his face was indifferent, and his voice was flat: "Master Hou doesn't see you."

"You don't even have a biography, how do you know that Song Yanming won't see me?"

Manager Qi ignored him, and only told the guards on the left and right: "Tighten this door tightly, and don't let any cat or dog in, or the yard will be dirty later!"

"Yes!" Several guards said in unison.

Rong Yu didn't care, taking advantage of this gap, he rushed inside quickly and knocked Director Qi staggeringly, but the guards of Pingyang Hou's Mansion were obviously not idle, they were like catching chickens in a few seconds After capturing Rong Yu, Rong Yu was so angry that his nose smoked, he pulled his neck and shouted on the spot:

"Song Yanming, come out! Your uncle come out!"

Manager Qi changed his expression: "Come here! Stop this dirty mouth for me!"

"Who the hell would dare!" Rong Yu struggled, and when the guards really came up to gag him, he instantly calmed down:

"It's easy to say, I won't bark, hey, big brother! Stop, stop, I won't bark, I really won't bark, hehe."

The next moment, the body was lightened, and he was thrown out of the courtyard directly, and the door was locked tightly with a bang.

At this moment, in the front hall of the main courtyard, Song Yanming had a gloomy face, and Song Wenyan was a little embarrassed sitting on the side:

"Brother, this, how could this man say such vulgar words..."

Song Yanming was resting at the mansion today, and it was rare that he was free, so he asked someone to invite Song Wenyan, who had just come back from the monitoring of the Imperial Palace, and wanted to test his homework, but didn't want to listen to him in such a mess.

They were sitting in the front hall, which was near the gate of the courtyard. The commotion just now was naturally heard clearly inside.

Song Yanming was annoyed, and immediately called out: "Songzhu!"

Songzhu quickly came in: "Master Hou, you called me?"

"Pass down the order, the person just now didn't allow him to take half a step out of Xiyuan, if today's incident happens again, I will not be forgiven!"

The back of Songzhu's neck tightened, and he immediately bowed his head: "Yes!"

It was the first time Song Wenyan saw his eldest brother so angry, he carefully sat up straight, and silently moved his gaze out of the window?

Who is that?

It's no wonder that Song Wenyan couldn't hear Rong Yu's voice. Rong Yu was like a banished fairy in his heart, so he naturally didn't associate the owner of the voice with him. While he was puzzled, he was even more amazed. He had never seen his elder brother so angry. Obviously, this uninvited guest was a powerful person that even his elder brother could not tolerate. Who was he?

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Yanming said: "Don't be distracted, have you read "Xian Wen Wen" and "Xue Jing"?"

Song Wenyan didn't dare to be negligent, so he immediately collected his thoughts and came back, and the answers flowed freely.

Song Wenyan was originally a three-year-old child prodigy who could recite poems and books. He also had patience and perseverance beyond ordinary people. The Wujing doctor of the Guozijian only praised him, and never said a word of embarrassment.Song Yanming felt relieved and gave him a few pointers, the anger in his heart finally gradually faded away.

When the missing time was reduced to half, Song Yanming stopped asking questions and asked someone to bring in two bowls of sweet-scented osmanthus root soup and some pastries. The two brothers in name had a rare breakfast together.

During the meal, it was mentioned that tomorrow is the Qiming Festival, and according to the practice of the Bei'an Dynasty, there will be a family banquet.

After Song Wenyan swallowed the bowl of sweet and greasy lotus root soup with difficulty, he finally said what was on his mind:

"Brother, tomorrow is a family banquet. I want to invite a friend to the banquet, is that okay?"

"Oh?"

Song Wenyan smiled slightly: "This friend lives in our Hou's mansion. He has an extraordinary appearance. He is like a banished fairy. I think my brother will like it when he sees it."

The backyard of the Hou's Mansion often helped poor talents. Song Yanming thought that this was what Song Wenyan was talking about, and he did not doubt that it was him. He also thought that this little brother rarely had such a request, so he nodded immediately:

"It's not a big deal, just let the boy and Uncle Qi know."

Song Wenyan was overjoyed, he could finally see that person again, and couldn't help jumping up in his heart.

The author has something to say: Song Wenyan: A character who looks like a banished immortal.

Song Yanming: ...

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