Don't panic, Father Xueba and I crossed together

Chapter 77, hate her
For several days.

Neither County Magistrate Lin nor Wang Tong came to Fengjin's house.

Presumably, it was because of the matter of implicating the Jiuzu.

Feng Jin in the village heard a gossip.

Wearing an official uniform, County Magistrate Lin beat up a wretched beggar in the street.

After the fight, the two hugged each other and cried again, drinking and throwing glasses in the street.

Suspected crazy.

Feng Minsheng's injuries are almost healed, he was injured for a hundred days, but because of the spiritual spring water, he can walk freely in less than half a month.

It's just that there is a faint pain in the wound occasionally, which is harmless.

Feng Minsheng still pretended to be seriously injured, and didn't go out often.

He intentionally hides that he recovered from his injury so quickly, and doesn't want to expose the existence of space.

"Father, you have done so much, when will you sell it?"

Feng Jin looked at the thirteen incense piled up in the room, and took a deep breath, the strong smell of seasoning made her a little greedy.

Before using the raw materials for making thirteen incense, Feng Minsheng soaked them in water and then dried them.

After adding this process, the fragrance of the seasoning is more intense.

"Today, if you can come over and help grind it."

Feng Minsheng rolled his eyes, sat on the chair and turned the stone mill.

The stone mill I bought was slightly modified by Feng Minsheng.

In the past, a donkey was needed, but now only a Feng Minsheng or a Fengjin is needed.

After being pulled by the torque of the pulley, Feng Minsheng sat on a chair and turned a small wooden disc.

After all, Feng Minsheng is not a donkey, and his arm hurts after a long time.

"Then let's go tomorrow! There's no rush for a day or two!"

Feng Jin shook her arms, ready to run away.

Her arm hurts too.

Recently, I have been free to turn around every day, and I have already ground out several sacks of Thirteen Incense. If I come here for another day, I will become Yang Guo.

"Girls are not as good as barbecued pork buns!"

Feng Minsheng sighed, and continued to turn the wooden disc with a resentful expression.

Feng Jin stared, feeling that she was going too far.

The old man was seriously injured and asked him to work, which is really heartless.

The old father's life was not easy, and his evening scene was miserable.

"Father, you must be tired! I'll help you!"

Feng Jin turned a corner and walked towards Feng Minsheng.

Feng Minsheng raised his eyebrows, it was quite easy to pretend to be miserable.

Accurate at once.

"Peng Peng Bang!"

There was a sharp pain in the back.

"What are you doing!"

Feng Minsheng staggered, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

It feels like my internal organs are about to be displaced.

"Bump your back, you have worked hard!"

Feng Jin said seriously.

Feng Minsheng: ...

Don’t you know how much strength you have?

"Forget it, that's enough, let's sell thirteen incense sticks!"

Feng Minsheng rolled his eyes and rejected Feng Jin's filial piety, avoiding the risk of being beaten to death.

"Let's go! I don't know what happened to Wang Tong and the others!"

As soon as Feng Jin heard that she was going to the town, she carried a sack of thirteen incense sticks on her body, and walked outside.

Feng Minsheng grabbed it and carried it on his back.

Dad is not exhausted yet, how can he be willing to let his daughter work!
But—Feng Minsheng found a serious problem, he couldn't carry the sack of Thirteen Fragrances, it looked light but heavy.

There is still a hundred catties for a big bag.

Could it be that he is lying?

Feng Minsheng stood where he was, somewhat suspicious of life.

"Father, let's go!"

Feng Jin was already cheerfully waving at Feng Minsheng at the door.

"Oh."

Feng Minsheng responded, straightened up, and strode forward.

"Father, you haven't healed yet, let me carry it on your back!"

Feng Jin saw that Feng Minsheng was struggling a bit, and was ready to take it over.

"No, I can."

Feng Minsheng refused.

Feng Jin locked the door of the house, and then walked slowly towards the county with Feng Minsheng.

Feng Jin silently stretched out her hand to hold the sack behind Feng Minsheng, and the weight lost more than half at once.

Feng Minsheng's pace is also faster.

Take care of the dignity of the old father.

It was time for breakfast, and every household smoked from the kitchen.

On a quiet path, lush weeds grow on both sides of the road, full of greenery.

Just as the two were enjoying a pleasant moment, there was the sound of running behind them.

"Brother Minsheng, you haven't healed yet, how can you carry such a heavy load! Come, let me help you!"

A woman in a pink cotton coat rushed over.

Before Feng Minsheng and Feng Jin could react, they had already gone to grab the sack of Thirteen Fragrances.

"Need not."

Feng Minsheng turned to avoid it, but Li Juan persevered and rushed to Feng Minsheng's back.

Feng Minsheng could only put Shisanxiang on the ground temporarily, otherwise Li Juan would be lying on his back, and it would be easy to get confused.

Occasionally, villagers passing by on the road wanted to say hello to Feng Minsheng, but when they saw Li Juan's attentive face, they subconsciously avoided it.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes gradually started to gossip.

A widow, a widower.

It's also a match made in heaven.

"Brother Minsheng, what are you doing here?"

Li Juan smelled the smell of thirteen incense in the sack, and couldn't help but take an extra breath. The strong smell of seasoning made her couldn't help but smell it a few more times.

Li Juan is a widow. There is only one daughter in the family. She is usually the one who cooks. She is an ordinary peasant woman.

You can smell the benefits of Thirteen Fragrances right away, not to mention the smell of boiled meat, even stir-fried vegetables are delicious!
I heard that Brother Minsheng is tinkering with things at home, so this is what I think, the seasoning is really good.

Her eyes flickered.

Ever since people in the village knew that Feng Minsheng was going to take a scientific examination, everyone felt that Feng Minsheng was whimsical and a waste of money.

She felt the same way.

No matter how sanctimonious Fengmin City is, it cannot be compared to Fengminsheng, which has been taught by itself for a few days.

Even though Feng Minsheng seems to be useless, she still likes Feng Minsheng and is almost obsessed.

Now she only found a small bright spot in Feng Minsheng, which was magnified infinitely in her heart.

All kinds of cold eyes in the past have also faded, and the feelings have become more intense.

"Nothing to do with you."

Feng Minsheng glanced behind Li Juan expressionlessly, and saw Feng Mincheng in a long gown from a distance.

Feng Mincheng walked here slowly with a folding fan in his hand, looking like a bit of a gentle scum.

Feng Minsheng calmly put the sack on his back again.

Feng Jin also hurriedly lagged behind Feng Minsheng by half a step, carrying the sack with his arms, bearing most of the weight and lightening Feng Minsheng's burden.

"Brother Minsheng!"

Seeing that Feng Minsheng was about to leave, Li Juan quickly called out and followed her.

Feng Minsheng turned his head to look at Fengjin, and gave Fengjin a look.

Hit her!

Men can't hate women, it's easy to be misunderstood in this world, what if Li Juan shamelessly said that she was flirting with her!
Feng Jin blinked her eyes with an innocent look on her face.

Her father taught her since she was a child to be a good child and not to curse.

Cursing is not important, what is important is that she wants to see her father embarrassing!
Feng Minsheng calmly pulled out an arm and pinched Fengjin.

Don't hate, just wait to be drawn when you go home!

Feng Jin: ...

Hehe, go fuck yourself as a teacher!
　Ask for a recommendation ticket.

　　


(End of this chapter)