Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 32 Crescent-shaped Ravioli

The school has long been empty.

When Mi Fei got the notice of the holiday, she couldn't believe it.

It's not that it's not a new year for other families to start school, but it's usually not that early, and it's basically the wild horses that release monkeys at the end of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhen Xing and Zhen Bang took their little classmates to clean up the school, and crossed their hands to say goodbye to the teacher. Tie Xiaozhuang winked and grinned secretly.

Afterwards, Tie Dazhuang and other two hundred strong laborers entered the workshop one after another, and their cheerful expressions outside instantly collapsed.

In front of outsiders, they must force their smiles to show their ability to deal with the existential crisis that arises.

In fact, everyone knows the basics and knows that it is difficult to handle.

There are indeed some fields in the workshop, but it is not enough for them to become farmers, and the soil layer of some vegetable beds is not so fertile.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that when Yu Wenkai built Chang'an City, many of the fertile mellow soil were transferred to the imperial palace.

The purpose of the design of the square, although there is a concept of paramilitary architecture in it, but in the end it is still mainly for living and living, and the increase in personnel also reduces the land available for cultivation in the square.

Therefore, when Yu Wenkai designed the idea that farming could be maintained in the workshop under the state of war, it was too idealistic.

If you tighten your belt, you can still survive the Lantern Festival, but what about after that?
Thousands of people went to do odd jobs, and the wages had to fall, not to mention, and they had to do it by robbing each other.

No matter how good the relationship is, no matter how much friendship there is, you will fight for it with your fists if you go hungry for three days.

Just like Tie Dazhuang's troubles, it is always a kind of happiness to see Tie Xiaozhuang able to eat on weekdays, but now it is a kind of suffering to see Tie Xiaozhuang able to eat.

If you can’t earn enough money, what can you support?
Money is the guts of a person, without money, the two hundred men stand slack and lack energy.

Even though Fan Zheng came in, Tie Dazhuang and the others expressed a little respect, but they were still dumbfounded.

Fan Zheng knocked on the blackboard impatiently: "Okay, what a big deal! Everyone is straighter, isn't it just going to work? The workshop has already contacted you. The side of Furong Garden is doing things, and the earthwork and construction are all done according to the requirements of the customers."

"If you do well, you can stay as a long-term buddy. The salary will not be owed to you, and it will not be lower than outside."

"However, don't blame me for not talking about my ugliness. You are not allowed to steal or play tricks, and you are not allowed to talk about your customers to outsiders, even to your family members! Otherwise, I don't mind letting you have a taste of jujube wood. The taste of a short stick!"

The faces of the men regained their brilliance, and they all looked very happy.

Although this workshop happens to hit people, it's not a big deal, and there will be no disaster if you sit upright.

Especially when Fangzheng was carrying an official position, no one could resist.

Tie Dazhuang folded his arms and grinned grimly: "Okay, who dare not listen to Fangzheng's words, Fangzheng will beat him up and I will beat him up!"

"Dunhuafang man, spit a nail, Fangzheng is willing to match us up, we can't make it difficult for Fangzheng!"

Fan Zheng pressed his hand, and the school became quiet.

"The matter hasn't officially started yet. You must learn to be quiet and don't shout nonsense. Otherwise, what will happen if people from Lizhengfang and Guangdefang come to grab jobs?"

This statement was highly recognized by the men of Dunhuafang.

It is a common problem of human beings not to suffer from scarcity but to suffer from inequality. Before the benefits are obtained, outsiders come to make a fuss about "equity". No one can stand it!

The men's emotions loosened, and some strange words began.

"Tie Dazhuang, I'm afraid there will be another wine show next year!"

"Do you have to pay with another piece of money?"

"No, he and his son are so edible, which woman can bear it?"

Amidst the discussion, Tie Dazhuang's smile gradually became smug, obviously not talking nonsense.

"Who else? Ku Zhenzhen, who is reconciled with Lexi. It can't be said to be stunning, and our class is not worthy of having stunning beauty, but this kind of woman who knows the cold and the hot, and doesn't gossip, is enough to live."

"Poor Lexi, after finally marrying a woman, I was killed by my own mother's misfortune."

Fan Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked at Tie Dazhuang left and right: "Well, you have big eyebrows and big eyes..."

Being able to make his companions laugh at him shows that Tie Dazhuang is at least half successful.

Ku Zhenzhen was just reconciling, not keeping filial piety, even if she immediately agreed to Tie Dazhuang's marriage proposal, no one could chew her tongue, and it was already reserved enough to not answer for a few months.

"The marriages in Fangzhong this year are handled by the official media Wushi, and they are handled fairly. Let me know when you need it, and I will come forward to invite her for you."

Fan Zheng was happy to see the success.

However, Ku Zhenzhen's body is always a problem.

After being ill for ten years and suffering for ten years, he still stands tenaciously.

Poor health will definitely cause a drag. Before Le Lin's dislike of Ku Zhenzhen, it may not be because of her mother's factors.

If her mother can't hold it anymore, she will not be able to marry after 27 months of filial piety and obedience.

It's that much trouble.

Whether Tie Dazhuang's not-so-abundant bag can bear the burden of Kuzhenzhen's mother and daughter is still unknown.

You know, Lexi's ability to make money is more than a multiple of Tie Dazhuang's, among other things.

……

In the barn in the small house of Fan Zheng's family, one small donkey and two small grass donkeys yelled "Ah uh" one after another, which made Yuan Luan's head ache a bit.

"It's fine to eat grass and beans, but why is it always screaming all day long? It doesn't stop even if you pull the mill."

Yuan Luan poured a handful of beans into the donkey trough with a headache, and put a little salt in three places by the way.

Anyone who has really raised large animals knows that animals also need a certain amount of salt supplementation. Elephants will lick salt ore by themselves. The "Taibai Yin Jing" even stipulates that a military horse needs three times of salt every day.

Fan Laoshi held his hands behind his back, showing a trace of richness for the first time, and his eyes were only cracked with a smile: "It's getting better! It's just that the stubborn donkey Da Lang hasn't agreed to be a matchmaker. Damn it, why don't you We can raise another one, so we don't have to wait."

Yuan Luan put down the work in his hands, and took a sip: "You are not serious! Da Lang is coming back soon, have you squeezed enough moon-shaped wontons?"

The name sounds strange, but it is actually a dumpling that everyone often eats. It is called "Jiaozi" in Song Dynasty, "Bianshi" in Yuan Dynasty, and "Jiaozi" in Qing Dynasty. The names are just different.

In the north, the New Year seems incomplete without a meal of crescent-shaped wontons.

Fan Laoshi looked at a thick and thick shape, but Bao Yan's moon-shaped wontons were unique. Every time, he asked Yuan Luan to carry dozens of wontons for Mrs. Fan and her son to taste.

The reciprocity of the neighbors in the neighborhood is so full of fireworks.

Fan Zheng went back to the yard, washed his hands, looked at the crescent-shaped wontons tumbling in the wok, and hurriedly set the dishes and chopsticks.

As for the dipping sauce, Fan Laoshi prepared it long ago as in previous years.

The mouth of the crescent-shaped wonton, the fresh and tender meat flavor, the excellent scallion fragrance, the slightly sweet soup, and the steaming heat make people appetite.

"Hey, it would be perfect if there was another villain to lead it." Yuan Luan pointed out.

Fan Zheng grinned: "You two are not old, work hard!"

"Shut up! Bitch!"

(End of this chapter)