Yang Donghu had been with Zhao Fangchu for a long time, and he had brought out his playful nature. The two of them were never idle when they were together.
Ever since he lost his temper with Zhao Luochuan last time, and because he was really scared by him, Yang Donghu has been sticking to Zhao Luochuan more than before. He is no longer as calm in his words and deeds as before, but has become more lively and smart.
It would be fine if he just took one or two steps at home, but every time Zhao Luochuan went out, Yang Donghu would always ask him where he was going and when he would be back.
Yang Donghu himself didn't seem to notice. Zhao Luochuan felt that this was a better way to live his life and he was enjoying it. Naturally, he wouldn't say it out loud. He wished Yang Donghu would cling to him more.
Yesterday, to relieve boredom, Yang Donghu pestered Zhao Luochuan to build a swing on the tree in the yard with a hemp rope, and took Zhao Fangchu to swing on the swing for the whole afternoon.
The two of them didn't feel tired at all. You pushed me and I pushed you. The two peach trees in the yard were lush and leafy. The flowers were in full bloom in spring, and the petals they made were all over the ground, which looked as beautiful as a layer of clouds.
The peach tree was specially planted for Zhao Luochuan's mother when Zhao Hai was still alive, because Xu Lianyi said that when she was a maid, she accompanied the young lady to appreciate many peach blossoms.
Later, the young lady passed away, but the peach blossoms still bloomed every year. Whenever Xu Lianyi thought of this, she couldn't help feeling sad.
Zhao Hai couldn't bear to see her so sad, so he bought two trees and planted them in the yard.
Yang Donghu did not waste the fallen petals. After the two of them had played enough on the swing, he picked up the intact fallen petals, collected them, washed them all, and divided them into two small piles to dry in the sun.
There wasn't much wine left from the one Zhao Luochuan's father had buried underground before his death. Zhao Luochuan planned to make some more peach blossom wine using these petals and bury it underground as a token of his hope for his parents.
The remaining peach blossom Yang Donghu was mixed with some honey and pickled, sealed in a jar and placed in a cool place, ready to be used as filling when making some small cakes.
Being a hunter is good because you can earn more money than other things, but it is also more dangerous. You can never be sure of the danger one day and even lose your life in the mountains.
Yang Donghu made some money from candied haws and sweet and sour fish, which made him more active and gave him a bolder idea. He might as well find a way to do business that would make money without risking his life.
Because Zhao Fangchu loved to eat, their family became regular customers of Fuxianglou in town after their lives became better.
Yang Donghu treated Zhao Fangchu as his own brother. Every time he went back to the town, he would stop by Fuxianglou to buy some snacks to bring back. After going there for a long time, he understood why.
After all, their town is not big, and there are only a few varieties of pastries. The names sound like they are from a fairyland, but they don’t taste amazing. They are all made of common pea flour mixed with sugar. They are choking and require a lot of tea to wash down.
If you want to be more creative, you can add some mashed red bean paste and it will also sell like hot cakes. It is quite standard and there is nothing wrong with it, but for the country people with limited knowledge, it is enough to satisfy their cravings.
But Yangdonghu is different. Modern pastry shops are everywhere, with a wide variety of products. The taste of various glutinous cold cakes and dumplings is unforgettable after one bite, and various pastries are becoming more and more exquisite.
Yang Donghu has finally tasted the sweetness of his previous success. He learned that doing business requires a clever mind and only by doing something that others have never seen before can it be sold well.
Yang Donghu has been to the south many times for work in modern times. He ate it so much that he gradually learned how to cook it. This is a good way to make money.
The faint scent of peach blossoms mixed with honey lingered in the room. Zhao Luochuan had a sensitive nose and asked about this sudden faint fragrance.
Not wanting anyone to know about it until it was done, Yang Donghu didn't publicize it nor did he deliberately hide it. After all, it would take two or three days to brew peach blossom honey, so he just said that he didn't want the peach blossoms to be wasted, so he would make some sugar cakes in a couple of days to satisfy his craving.
The things Yang Donghu makes are always eye-catching, with fresh flavors that no one has ever tasted before. Zhao Luochuan didn't ask too many questions after hearing about it, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
The vegetables planted last year were almost eaten in the winter, so now is a good time to plant vegetables. Anyway, I was delayed this year and it was too late to go up the mountain. I might as well stay for two more days and finish the housework before going. It would still be in time, so that Yang Donghu would not have to work hard at home alone.
Thinking of this, Zhao Luochuan was already sweating profusely in the yard, waving a hoe to turn the soil over again.
Some of them were picked to feed the chickens that could now lay eggs. The rest were too old to be eaten, so they were chopped up and mixed with the mud as fertilizer. This way, the harvest of vegetables grown would be better.
Zhao Fangchu was sitting in the corridor making shuttlecock seriously. Yang Donghu brought out some water and a sweat towel from the house, and went to the yard to ask Zhao Luochuan to take a break. Although it was not hot in early spring, it was still hard to work under the sun.
Zhao Luochuan took the water and drank it all, then wiped the sweat running down his forehead. His eyes couldn't help but fall on Yang Donghu.
He has been like this these days, as if his curiosity was suddenly aroused. He always likes to stare at Yang Donghu, or move his hands and feet in an unruly manner when no one is around.
According to Zhao Luochuan himself, he loved to see Yang Donghu being annoyed, staring at him angrily, but not really angry. In the end, he was always bullied out of shame, and had to beg for mercy repeatedly before being let go.
Yesterday, for the swing, Yang Donghu had never acted so obviously like a spoiled child, and he circled around me for a long time.
When Zhao Luochuan thought of Yang Donghu calling him "Brother Chuan" all the time, with a faint smile on his face, and his eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky full of flattery, the impulse in his heart suddenly overwhelmed his mind. He took advantage of everything and then did his bidding contentedly.
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