Chapter 101 Story
"Don't be afraid, Lord Deng. It's just some cleaned pig intestines."
Deng Wenyan could no longer maintain his reserved elegance, his pupils trembled and his face changed drastically.
"What did you say?"
He just ate... pig intestines?
Is it the pig intestine he was thinking of?
Deng Wenyan felt very bad and had the urge to have sex.
No wonder he felt a hint of unusual stench just now. It was indeed unusual.
"Our pig intestines are very popular. Some people even ask for them specifically." Li Baisong smiled and looked at Pan He. "Mr. likes to eat pig intestines with wine. He even washed them himself before. His face was very ugly when he washed them."
"Cough." Pan He coughed lightly to remind Li Baisong not to say anything more.
Doesn't he have any face?
Li Baisong smiled, and the scene in his mind seemed like it happened yesterday.
While cursing, Pan He poured water to wash him and covered him with ash.
My nose was deflated when I inhaled.
He even said he would take them to beg for food, but he is not a dog.
It's really unbearable to play and eat at the same time.
“After washing my hands, I ate more delicious food than anyone else.
There is no harm without comparison. After the comparison, Deng Wenyan felt much better, and the turbulent feeling in his chest gradually calmed down.
When Li Baisong talked about pig hearts, pig lungs, pig livers and pig heads again, Deng Wenyan accepted it well.
Pan He glanced at Li Bosong in dissatisfaction, "Oh, that's boring, you should talk about the pig's head first and then the large intestine."
"Sir." Li Baisong and Deng Wenyan looked at Pan He helplessly and angrily. The two brothers looked at each other, both helpless.
"Okay, okay, now you're both wearing the same pants. That's my fault," Pan He muttered. "Come on, tell me what your second apprenticeship gift is. After I accept your apprenticeship gift, I'll drink a cup of apprenticeship tea from you. Let's quickly finalize the master-disciple relationship."
"Sir, I have prepared a story."
This is a heartwarming little story that Li Baisong has carefully thought of in the past few days.
He thought about it and decided to write it down with charcoal. If his family didn't need money urgently, he could wait until he finished his studies for another year and then write it down and take it to the teahouse. If his family needed money urgently one day, he could just deliver it to the teahouse first.
Pan He raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, this little apprentice's apprenticeship ceremony could not be explained by common sense.
Deng Wenyan was also very curious about what kind of story could be used as a gift for becoming a disciple.
The prototype of Li Bosong's story is this mother and son.
A sick child and a strong and unyielding mother.
The mother works day and night for her child, and the child works hard to repay her, and finally there is a perfect happy ending.
There is reality and ideal.
There is joy and touching.
The people from Old Li's family gathered around unknowingly. Qin Fangci's eyes were filled with tears and her vision was blurred by the tears.
This is a scene she never dared to dream of before, and now her children are telling her loudly, which is great.
Pan He pretended to be blinded by the wind, rubbed his face, and slapped Li Bosong on the shoulder, "Boy, shouldn't the story of apprenticeship be about the master and the disciple?"
Li Bosong smiled sweetly and said, "After I become your disciple, I will write a story about you and your disciple."
Pan He nodded, "That's pretty good."
"I don't know what the etiquette is for becoming your disciple, sir. Please tell me. We will choose an auspicious day to visit you. Although our family is poor, we must observe the proper etiquette so as not to disgrace your family."
Qin Fangci finally interrupted, speaking politely and respectfully.
In ancient times, becoming a disciple was no joke, and Qin Fangci didn't want her child to feel casual about it.
Some sense of ritual is indispensable, and only by immersing yourself in it can you understand the truth behind it.
Pan He, who was about to ask Changxi to pour tea, looked at Qin Fangci, met her serious gaze, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let Changxi tell you later. It's getting late, isn't it time to go to the fields?"
Qin Fangci breathed a sigh of relief. "It's hard work in the fields, sir. Why don't you rest at home? You can also take the county magistrate for a walk. I will come back early in the evening to cook for you."
Pan He had decided on Li Baisong in his heart, and Qin Fangci also had decided on Pan He in her heart.
All the little thoughts I had before have now been put away, leaving only gratitude and respect.
With such a gentleman guiding Li Baisong, even if he does not become an official in the future, Li Baisong will still be able to gain a foothold in this era. This is a great blessing.
"Although the work is hard, the harvest is joyful. The county magistrate also personally goes to the fields during the spring plowing. I see that he is about the same size as your third son. Find him some clothes and I will take him to experience it."
"A government official should understand the suffering of the people, only then can he know how to be a good official."
The shorter Li Lao Da and Li Lao Er.
The two of them settled for the next best thing and came to Changquan and Changxi, "Young man, do you want to go to the fields?"
Changquan and Changxi: "..."
The adults have to do the work themselves, so there is no reason for them to just stand by and watch.
"Thank you, Mr. Li and Mr. Li." Changxi said politely.
The two men called Uncle Li and Uncle Li felt light-headed all of a sudden, and their feet seemed to be lighter when they walked.
Hehe, they are Uncle Li and Uncle Li.
It was someone close to the county magistrate who called.
The two of them floated back to the house to find clothes, and then floated out to hand them to Changquan and Changxi.
After a few people changed their clothes, Li Laosan took the group to work in the fields.
Qin Fangci asked Da Ya and Er Ya to stay at home.
While Mrs. Du boiled some water, Qin Fangci went to the backyard to catch a chicken and cut its neck to let the blood flow.
Mrs. Du felt heartbroken when she saw this. The chicks had just hatched, and there were only three hens left, and now one of them had been killed.
Qin Fangci glanced at Madam Du and reassured her, "When you give birth in May, I'll ask the eldest son to go to the village and buy a few hens to nourish your body. We don't need these chickens anymore."
Mrs. Du paused, "Mother, that's not what I meant."
She just felt distressed, as if it was a habit, not wanting to stuff the food into her stomach.
"Whatever you mean, this is what I mean. Daya and Erya, go pick some more wild vegetables. I see that Master likes to eat fern, so go pick some fresh and tender ones and ask Master to bring them back to eat. If you come across the Chinese toon that Mr. Pan likes, pick some too. Be careful."
"We get it, Grandma."
Daya and Erya went out together.
Qin Fangci carried Sandan on her back, while Sanya and Siya followed the adults to the edge of the field to join in the fun.
The only ones who could speak in the family were Mrs. Du and Qin Fangci.
When the hen was put into the pot and stewed, Mrs. Du finally plucked up the courage to speak.
"Mom, can I make a pair of shoes for Mr. Pan?"
When Qin Fangci looked over, Mrs. Du immediately became nervous, feeling guilty that her selfish motives had been discovered.
"I just want my uncle to have a bright future."
The mother-in-law values her uncle's reputation because it gives them a good life. She hopes that her uncle will continue to work hard and study hard, so that the eldest, second and third daughters can find a good husband in the future.
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