Fleeing the wasteland and farming: don't panic, the family's metaphysics boss

Chapter 227

Meng Qiu got rid of the summer heat.However, the people of Yinzhou City were not too affected. Everyone lived their lives in the same way. Moreover, a new thing has emerged in the city recently.

Although the business of Qingyifang has always been booming, since the Guan Wang meeting, it has been overcrowded almost every day.

Early this morning, a dark-skinned middle-aged man dressed in linen clothes, who looked like a farmer, walked into the Qingyifang.

The guys in the store looked at it a few times, some turned their faces away after a glance, and some warmly greeted him, "Do you want to buy cloth or tailor clothes?"

"Clothes. I want to cut two sets of Shangege clothes." The middle-aged man said.

The clerk asked again: "May I ask the guest, which Shange disciple is it tailoring for?"

"My son wears it, but he's not a disciple of Shange." The middle-aged man said.

When the guy heard this, he was a little embarrassed: "Guest, we have a rule here that only the disciples of the Shange Pavilion can be cut, and non-Shange disciples are not allowed to cut.

The master of the pavilion must be well known to the guests, and the small shop dare not offend.Please don't blame the guests. "

The middle-aged man frowned, and said displeasedly: "But there are many people wearing it on the street, why do they cut it?"

The clerk thought about it for a while, then came to his senses, and said with a smile: "So you are referring to Yin Xuezhao, and Yin Xuezhao can be cut."

The middle-aged man was puzzled, "Yin Xuezhao, isn't it Shange Gefu?"

The clerk nodded and explained: "This Yin Xuezhao is remade according to the Shange Pavilion uniform. It is slightly different from the Pavilion uniform, and the colors are different. It all depends on personal preference."

The middle-aged man nodded understandingly, then took out a note and handed it to the clerk: "This is the size of my son's clothes. Cut a set of bamboo and moon color, and another set of black color, and use brocade."

The clerk responded with a smile, and said again: "Please come with me to have a look at the fabric."

The middle-aged man followed the waiter to the side of the counter, and the waiter took out two pieces of brocade. After looking at them, the middle-aged man was very satisfied, "Only these two colors, cut a set for each."

The clerk then asked the middle-aged man to settle the deposit at the counter, and after the man had settled the bill, he said again: "Since Xuezhao is fashionable recently, there are a lot of layoffs, so it will take longer than usual, please forgive me. Try to hurry you up."

The middle-aged man also understands, after all, now in and out of the city, anyone who has some dignity or some spare money in his waist has to catch up with Yin Xuezhao's fashion, and he has to cut a few suits for himself.

After leaving Qingyifang, the middle-aged man got on the bullock cart back to the village and slowly returned to Dongyezhuang.As soon as he entered Zhuangzi, he saw someone looking around in the open room. The middle-aged man thought it was a thief, and ran over while scolding.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing?"

Zhufeng looked back and said with a smile: "Brother Zheng, where did you go early in the morning, I searched around but couldn't find you."

The middle-aged man is Zheng Mu.Zheng Mu was also shocked for a moment, and then quickly apologized, "Master, I'm really sorry, I couldn't see the person clearly, I thought someone was trying to steal something."

Zhufeng waved his hand indifferently, "I'll take a look at the land on Zhuangzi, it's time to plant seedlings. See if everyone can plant sand fields, and teach them if they don't."

Zheng Mu said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "My boss has worked hard."

Zhuifeng picked out a few farm tools, Zheng Mu hurried forward, took the farm tools, and the two headed towards the tenant farmers' homes.

On the way, Zheng Mu talked about his whereabouts early in the morning.

"I went to the city and cut two sets of new clothes for my son. He said that other classmates had them but he didn't. I couldn't let him be laughed at.

Does the boss know?It is Yin Xuezhao who is in fashion recently.I didn't know it in the countryside, but when I went to the city to see it today, I really wore it in seven or eight out of ten. "

Zhufeng hummed, "I know. It's very fashionable recently."

The two went on the main road, facing a group of children holding wooden swords and gesticulating. When Zhui Feng passed by them, they heard the children pretending to be a house wine.

".From today onwards, you are the disciples of my mountain pavilion, and you will be the masters in the future. You will teach me everything."

"Master, there are monsters haunting Shuangtuo Mountain."

"Okay, all the disciples obey the order, and now follow the teacher to remove the demon."

Holding the wooden swords, the children babbled and yelled as they ran, and gradually moved away.

Chasing the wind smiled.Zheng Mu said: "Now even children know about the mountain pavilion. To be honest, I still think it's unreal. It's a pity that I was born decades earlier, otherwise, I would like to enter this mountain pavilion."

He also enviously said: "The boss's family should have children of the right age." He only knows about the boss's family, but he doesn't know about the boss's family situation, and it's hard to ask.

Chasing the wind but said: "If you have a daughter of the right age in your family, you can try your luck in the coming year, maybe you have talent."

"Girls are okay too?" Zheng Mu was taken aback, "I thought only boys were accepted, girl, this"

"Why, the girl is reluctant to part with it?" Zhufeng said with a smile.

Zheng Mu heheed: "How can a girl be successful?"

Zhufeng smiled slightly, "Isn't the owner of the Shange Pavilion also a woman. Here, there will always be some girls who think differently from ordinary people, and the Shange will not reject such people."

Zheng Mu let out a little bewildered voice.Seeing a tenant's home appear in sight, he introduced the tenant to Zhuifeng.

However, compared to the hustle and bustle in the city, the countryside is calm and peaceful. Recently, because of an incident in Tongyuan, many people have panicked.

Old Liaotou's family, who lived on the main street of Tongyuan, was also worried and kept the door closed all day long. However, the trouble still found the door after all.

One day, Lao Liao was taking a nap in bed when he was suddenly awakened by a loud knock on the door.

His wife was sitting on the stool to touch the sole of the shoe, and was also frightened by the sound, the needle tip slipped and stuck on the fingertip.

The old couple looked at each other in panic.

"Here we come. It must be them." Old Liao hurried out with his shoes on. His wife also put down the sewing basket and went out together.

As soon as the old couple left the house, the son, daughter-in-law and grandson also came out.

The family of five looked in the direction of the courtyard door in horror.

"What about dad? It must be them."

Lao Liao was also flustered, and after thinking for a while, "Go, each person takes a piece." He picked up the broom while talking.

His wife also went into the kitchen to get a rolling pin, and his son and daughter-in-law also got sticks, and finally the grandson was called to hide in the house.

The knocking on the door became more and more intense, and the four people in the courtyard held their breath nervously, staring at the courtyard door intently.

Suddenly, the courtyard door was kicked open with a bang, hit the wall, bounced back, and was kicked open again.

The old Liaotou's family raised their hearts in their throats, seeing the door hanging precariously on the door frame, they all backed away step by step in fear.

A group of ten or so people looked ferocious, holding big guys in their hands, and they were used to licking blood from the knife edge.

The old Liaotou's family turned pale with fright, and did not dare to speak first, but could only look at the visitor in horror.

The leader among the visitors stood up, with a stern look, took out a deed from his arms, shook it away, and said to Lao Liaotou's family: "This house belongs to us, you get out quickly."

(End of this chapter)