Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 33 Common Sense
"Haha, Cousin Agan is a smart person, so this benefit has been prepared for me a long time ago!" Wen Liang smiled knowingly, with a smug tone in his tone.

Wen Qian's face turned cold when she heard this, and she took a cool look at him: "There is only one chance, it's up to you whether you catch it or not, after all, there is Wen Kun besides you."

She knew that although Wen Liang's heart was not evil, his nature was sneaky, greedy and ambitious.

Don't give pressure, according to Wen Liang's personality, he likes to neglect and procrastinate when doing things.

As for Wen Kun, he looks simple and honest on the surface, but he is actually very smart, not only patient, but also self-motivated.

Otherwise, you can't fall into the eyes of someone who is so indifferent to the original owner.

"Don't worry, Ah Gan, such a simple matter can stump me!"

Wen Liang patted his chest, looking confident, and was about to leave after leading the horse, when he suddenly remembered what Wen Qian said: "Wait a minute, let me drive a carriage to wait for you at the hill at the foot of the mountain? Do you want to go up the mountain?" Picking herbs from the mountains? Then you don’t need a carriage to pull it!”

"Hurry up!" Wen Qian gave Wen Liang a cold look, then turned and left.

Huang Weibao is still waiting for her, so he has no time to explain to Wen Liang, a rascal.

Seeing Wen Qian leave, Wen Liang also led the white horse out contentedly.

Along the way, many villagers saw the tall and mighty white horse beside Wen Liang from a long distance, and there was a lot of discussion, and many people who were moved began to look at Wen Liang carefully.

I weighed it several times in my heart, to see if there is a girl in my family who can hold back Wen Liang's temper, if she can become an in-law with the Wen family, she will fly on a branch and become a phoenix!
Wen Liang snorted at the person who came forward to inquire about the white horse, exaggerating with his nostrils turned to the sky, he almost said that he bought the white horse!

His arrogance and arrogance made people want to curry favor even more.

Wen Liang enjoyed the touted source of happiness for a while, and remembered A-gan's explanation, so he could only hurriedly say: "I still have something to do, all uncles and aunts, let's talk about marriage some other day!"

Wen Liang led the horse, passed by a pile of straw stacks, and came to the gate of a square courtyard with mud walls, surrounded by a large yard surrounded by woven bamboo fences, and there were one after another earth pits on the ground in the yard.

Under the east eaves of the courtyard gate, there is a small bamboo gate.

Wen Liang leaned over the door and took a look. Although there was no one in the empty yard, he still tried to call out: "McDull, McDull, are you home? Is there anyone?"

After shouting for a while, no one responded.

"Bah!" Wen Liang spat unhappily, with a puzzled look on his face: "Stinky boy, where did you go?"

Unable to find McDull, Wen Liang led the white horse and stood by the side of the road, glanced around on the horse several times with tangled eyes, hesitating whether to ride it or not.

In vain, a flustered thin man with patches all over his body ran over from the front, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Liang on the side of the road and the white horse beside him, his eyes were so bright that they would glow, and he called enthusiastically, "Brother Wen, is this your horse?"

Hearing someone yelling, Wen Liang looked up, with a happy expression on his face: "McDull, you're back! Where have you been? You're sweating profusely!"

"Hehe...where can I go, just wander around the village!" McDull smiled unnaturally, and asked again: "Brother Wen, is this your horse?"

Wen Liang said in shock: "Yes! This is my horse. Haven't you ridden a cow before? Can you ride a horse? Let's go to town together!"

When McDull heard it, his face was full of ecstasy: "Yes, this thing is no different from riding a bull!"

Right now, if you don’t, you have to!
Both Humen and Duobao were captured by the Butcher Gou's family. If I don't run away, it will be over when Butcher Gou catches up.

"Okay, I'll sit in the front, you sit in the back, let's go to the town." Wen Liang didn't doubt it, he stepped on the saddle and sat on the horse's back.

Seeing this, McDull got on the horse right after him, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and he held the reins tightly: "Brother Wen, sit still."

"drive--!"

McDull pinched the horse's stomach with both legs, and the white horse ran up in an instant, and disappeared into the village in the blink of an eye.

Time for half a cup of tea.

Butcher Gou led his three sons and chased after them with thick sticks in their hands. Seeing that McDull was no longer on the road, he went to his house again, but there was still no one there.

"McDull, you dare to steal my stewed meat. You are lucky this time, and my eldest son Gou didn't catch you. Next time, I will chop off your hand." The eldest son of the butcher Gou kicked McDull a few times indignantly. The broken bamboo door of the house.

"Little brother, this McDull is running too fast, don't we just find the time to tie two people with a rope, why did you lose him?" Gou Butcher's second son, the second son, looked at the third brother Gou with a dissatisfied expression. Last son.

"Second brother, I'm really not lazy. I chased after McDull without stopping. I took a piss in the middle. I... I can't catch up with him." Gou Mozi disturbed his head aggrievedly, frustrated lowered his head.

"Okay, don't talk about it. It's his luck that he didn't catch anyone this time. Let's go back!" With a gloomy face, Butcher Gou looked at the empty yard of McDull's house, and walked ahead with his hands behind his back.

Fortunately, I discovered it in time, and the stewed pork was not stolen. If someone else tasted it and made the stewed pork first, even if the taste is not as good as my own, my work will be in vain.

Can no longer be negligent!
Thinking of Humen and Duobao who were captured by his family, Butcher Gou's eyes lit up.

After listening to his father's words, Gou Mozi showed a smug smile to his second brother Gou Second Son, and immediately followed Gou Butcher obediently.

"Hmph! A big man can put on airs." Gou Zizi looked at Gou Mozi who was in front of him and behind him, and didn't understand why the third brother who was putting on airs caught Dad's eyes.

"Second brother, why are you losing your temper with the third brother? Don't you know that you should be consistent with the outside world? Why are you in the nest!" The eldest son Gou scolded the second son, turned around and followed the pace of his father and third brother.

Gou Zizi walked slowly behind, looked dissatisfiedly at his eccentric father, then at his elder brother with hatred, and finally cast his eyes of resentment on Gou Mozi.

It's clearly the third brother's fault, why are you all helping him? Don't you all dislike me for being stupid? One day I will stand on a high place and make you all look up to me and flatter me!
After Wen Qian and Huang Weibao reunited, the two walked on Mount Ba one after the other. The wind in the mountain in early summer was still slightly cool.

The two of them who met martial arts felt that it was just right, and they were silent all the way.

"Brother Huang, look, this is sugarcane." Wen Qian pointed to a tall and fine sugarcane forest three or four meters away, and the lush sugarcane leaves were slightly yellowed.

"Oh? This thing is so hard, how do you eat it?" Huang Weibao tapped the bamboo-like sugar cane with the machete in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Look at me!" Wen Qian directly chopped a thick sugar cane, and then quickly divided it into several small sections, leaving a section that was quickly peeled thinly, revealing the yellowish white cane flesh.

"Crack..."

Wen Qian bit it directly, squinting her eyes in enjoyment: "It's so sweet!"

Seeing this, Huang Weibao picked up a section of sugarcane, imitating Wen Qian's movements, and used the machete in his hand to peel off the light yellow thin skin on the outside.

"Crack——" Huang Weibao took a hard bite, he didn't expect this thing to be so crisp and easy to chew.

He chewed again, the juice was sweet and cool, and he looked at the sugarcane stick in his hand in shock: "Brother, this sugarcane is so delicious, how did you find out that this thing is edible? You also named it sugarcane?"

If he saw this thing, he would think it was some kind of unknown bamboo, and he would never have thought that this thing can not only be eaten raw, but also made into yellow rock sugar.

It's amazing!

Wen Qian spat out the bagasse in her mouth, and said flatly, "No, I saw it in a certain miscellaneous book."

Seeing Wen Qian vomit the sugarcane meat, Huang Weibao was taken aback again: "Brother, why did you vomit it?"

When Wen Qian was asked by him, she remembered that Huang Weibao was a novice who had never eaten sugarcane before, and quickly explained: "We only need to eat its juice, and when you chew the sugarcane meat without water, spit it out, then It’s bagasse that can’t be eaten.”

Huang Weibao's expression changed, and he said in a panic: "Bassage! Can't eat it? I just chewed it up and swallowed it. Is it okay?"

Wen Qian smiled and said, "You'll be fine if you eat it, but this bagasse is not easy to swallow, it gets stuck in your throat, and if you eat too much, it's easy to have indigestion!"

Huang Weibao didn't understand and asked, "Indigestion? What do you mean?"

"Indigestion is common sense, you..."

Wen Qian stopped talking immediately, she remembered that Huang Weibao was a complete ancient, and it was normal not to know common sense.

(End of this chapter)