food color and fragrance

Chapter 22 This is Debt

Fanyin finally understood why Yang Zhiyuan said that her plain noodles were delicious, and he had confidence in his heart, because he had to pay off the debt.

Fanyin also understood why he said that life would last for a while, because even if the money in the pockets of the father and daughter were returned to the creditor, it would not be enough, and they were still in debt!

The father and daughter looked at each other for a moment, seeing the complex and unspeakable look on Yang Zhiyuan's face, Fanyin couldn't help but speak first:

"Since we don't have enough silver to pay off our father's debt, why don't we save a little bit?"

Sanskrit held up his little finger and gestured, they always had to eat and dress, and since Yang Zhiyuan had just taken office, socializing and socializing were unavoidable, all of which needed money.

Yang Zhiyuan leaned closer to Sanskrit, with a serious expression on his face, "I've already thought about it for my father, since I have 50 taels of silver, then I will pay back the 50 taels first, and let's save the rest of the money, it's okay to spend some time, My father's salary is five shi and five dou, and the county government will take care of a meal at noon, and if I go home late at night, I can have another meal at the county government, so this five shi and five dou is enough for you and me, and it can save money. Give out some in exchange for money, slowly accumulate, and then pay off the debt..."

Yang Zhiyuan was talking there, Fanyin had already figured it out in his heart.

Calculated according to the grain price in Yangjia Village, one shi of rice costs 650 renminbi, ten buckets of rice is calculated as the weight of one shi, and five shi and five buckets of rice cost [-] yuan, a total of less than two taels of silver.

According to her own counting method, a stone of rice is more than 120 catties of grain. If Yang Zhiyuan spends his three meals at the county government office, she really can't eat much by herself.The remaining four stones and five buckets of rice can be exchanged for silver, which is used for clothing, housing and transportation at home.

There is also money for renting a house to live in...

Sanskrit sighed. According to such careful calculations, saving a tael of silver a month is an exaggeration. If he caught up with Yang Zhiyuan and needed to entertain his colleagues, it would be a disaster if he didn't have a penny left.

When can I pay off the remaining money?

Sanskrit pursed his lips, and couldn't help but smile wryly as Yang Zhiyuan was still calculating. It's not a man's job to calculate how to live.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Yang? Why are you standing here and not going in? Our master and miss have been waiting for you for a long time!"

A middle-aged woman came out from the corner door. Seeing her smiling face, she was obviously familiar with Yang Zhiyuan.

Yang Zhiyuan's smile was very bitter, and he returned the salute respectfully, "I just arrived here, and I was about to go in to meet Mr. Chen." people."

"Hello Niu Mama." Sanskrit greeted enthusiastically, and it can be seen that the Niu Mama's eyes widened suddenly, and she ran over with an unbelievable appearance, and looked around Fanyin up, down, left, and right.

"This...is this really your daughter?" The astonishment on Niu Ma's face still persisted.

Yang Zhiyuan nodded seriously, "Yes, she is my daughter."

Niu Ma showed some regret and embarrassment on her face, "Then...then go in first, I will tell the young lady, no, tell the master."

"Thanks for your trouble." Yang Zhiyuan bowed his hands again to send it off respectfully. Sanskrit saw Niu Ma looking back at each step, hesitating in a very strange way, "Who is this? What a strange person."

Yang Zhiyuan pursed his lips, "The creditor's servant."

"They don't know you have a daughter?" Sanskrit asked, and Yang Zhiyuan didn't hide anything. "I once said that I have family members, but I haven't returned to Yangjiacun for many years, and you and your mother haven't shown up. They just don't believe it."

"Why don't you believe it?" Fanyin still didn't give up.

Yang Zhiyuan looked at her, saw that there was a hint of swearing in the twinkling eyes in her eyes, he hesitated for a while and replied, "You are still young, so you don't understand what's going on."

"It's the lady of this family who likes you?" Sanskrit's words made Yang Zhiyuan's mouth grow wide, and the words "how do you know" were written on his face, needless to say.

Sanskrit pouted, "It's not surprising. Eighty-nine taels of silver are rich and big families. To be able to support father's scientific research so generously must have a plan. It is said that it is for your future official career and prosperity." , Pengcheng thousands of miles, it is better to directly send some money to the county magistrate to get benefits, and the only one who can support it without caring about money is only love."

Yang Zhiyuan's face was flushed in an instant, as if it had been painted with red paint!
How could he not be embarrassed when his thirteen-year-old man was exposed by his ten-year-old daughter?
"You girl, you've been following Master Wu Nan to recite Buddhism for so long, how do you know everything? You're a ghost... a ghost spirit who thinks about everything like this."

Yang Zhiyuan's soft reprimand was filled with guilt, Fanyin chuckled, "Father, even though I am ordained and recite scriptures, it doesn't mean that I don't understand anything? You should think about how to repay this debt of love!"

If Yang Zhiyuan really continued to marry the lady of this family, wouldn't the debt of nearly one hundred taels of silver not have to be repaid?
Fanyin secretly cursed in her heart, but looked Yang Zhiyuan up and down again, and felt that thinking like this seemed a bit cheating...

Seen by his niece, the pores all over his body trembled, Yang Zhiyuan smiled wryly and snorted three times, and hurriedly led the donkey forward, and walked a hundred meters away, a small door opened, and there was a simple Small courtyard, this should be where Yang Zhiyuan lives all year round.

Fanyin stopped thinking about those things, and followed Yang Zhiyuan to remove all the books and sundries from the donkey cart and tidy them up.

There is a big house, and a small miscellaneous room of five or six square meters and a small kitchen without pots and pans. Fanyin decided to tidy up the miscellaneous room, and she lives there.

Yang Zhiyuan insisted that he sleep in a miscellaneous room, and gave up the big one to Sanskrit, "...my father is in the county office on weekdays. If he gets busy, he may not be able to go home in time. You can live in the big one, and I'll live in the small one."

Sanskrit fought with him for a long time, and finally Yang Zhiyuan suppressed her protest as a father.

He is a responsible father... Although Sanskrit pouted, he could feel the warmth of a father and daughter in his heart.

Before the father and daughter could gossip, there was a noise outside the house.

"Mr. Yang, can I come in?"

a soft voice.

Sanskrit looked at Yang Zhiyuan with a smile, raised his brows a few times, and asked if he was that confidante?

Yang Zhiyuan glared at her, and said in a serious voice, "Please come in."

The door was gently pushed open, Sanskrit gazed...

The soft voice is inversely proportional to the woman in front of her. That plump figure can almost fit Yang Zhiyuan too!
Fanyin felt that she was very small and had a sense of crisis, because this woman looked at her with hatred.

"Miss Chen." Yang Zhiyuan stood far away from her, the woman stepped forward, Yang Zhiyuan took a step back, she took another step forward, Yang Zhiyuan took two steps back.

Yang Zhiyuan was leaning against the wall, and the woman was still going forward, Fanyin ran to block Yang Zhiyuan's front, "Father, who is this sister?" Fanyin deliberately made this girl equal to him.

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched slightly, but calling her sister for such a small child was really flattering her, and she had no reason to get angry.

"Mr. Yang brought his daughter here on purpose this time? I wonder where your wife is? Let me also meet her. After spending so long with you, I realize that you really have a family." Ms. Chen The voice was full of resentment, and water was almost dripping from a pair of eyes.

Sanskrit curled his lips and cursed silently in his heart. If he only listened to the voice and didn't look at the face, maybe he really had a heart for Miss Chen, but he could match this face... No wonder my father just sighed and sighed, If it's a beautiful woman, he should agree to marry again, right?

Yang Zhiyuan didn't know how to answer, but just nodded, Sanskrit stepped forward and said obediently:
"Sister, I just came with my father. I don't understand anything, and there is no place to sit at home. After everything is cleaned up, I will ask my father to invite you over for dinner."

This sentence was obviously to push people away, but the woman didn't pay any attention to Sanskrit at all, and still looked at Yang Zhiyuan silently.

The house is very awkward... Sanskrit doesn't know what to do.

There were a few light coughs outside the door, and several people came in. The one standing at the head was a man in his fifties.

"Father."

"Master Chen."

Yang Zhiyuan and Ms. Chen greeted this person together, and Fanyin saw the infatuated look on Ms. Chen's eyes when she looked back. Could the unison be interpreted as a tacit understanding?
Master Chen nodded, and then his eyes fell on Fanyin.

"Hello, Master Chen." Sanskrit stepped forward to salute, but she didn't take off her hat, which made Master Chen feel a little displeased.

"I just heard that Niu Ma said that you are back, so I came to take a look. It really exceeded our expectations." Master Chen said very implicitly, obviously expressing his difficulty in accepting the sudden appearance of Sanskrit.

Yang Zhiyuan stepped forward and said:

"Just now I wanted to put down my things and go to see Mr. Chen, but I didn't expect you to come to the door first. This is my negligence and negligence. This son is my daughter Huai Liu. I only found out that my wife had passed away for many years when I returned home this time. Bringing my widowed daughter into the city with me has failed my wife's affection, and if my daughter is ignored, I don't need to talk about benefiting the people and being an upright parent official."

Yang Zhiyuan's words were extremely sincere. When Ms. Chen heard that his wife had passed away, she felt a little joy on her resentful face.

Master Chen glanced at his daughter, then at Sanskrit, sighed, and said:

"Sorrow and change."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your compassion." Yang Zhiyuan looked at the Sanskrit voice beside him, and without any excuse, he directly mentioned the matter of repaying the money:

"It's thanks to Mr. Chen's help all these years that I have won fame today. I, Yang Zhiyuan, will never forget this great kindness. I want to pay back the money."

Yang Zhiyuan looked at Fanyin, and Fanyin walked over and took the 50 taels of silver in the bundle and handed it over.

"Here is 50 taels. Please take it for now, Mr. Chen. Let me save up the rest of the money for a while, and I will return it in full." Yang Zhiyuan put the money in front of Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen's hand moved slightly, just listening Miss Chen coughed lightly, and Master Chen immediately retracted his hand.

Ms. Chen leaned her waist and looked at Yang Zhiyuan, pointing at him resentfully, and said, "Sir, if you want to pay back the money, then forget it, I don't agree!"

Sanskrit stared at Yang Zhiyuan with wide eyes, and said silently in his heart, dear father, didn't you do something outrageous?

(End of this chapter)