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Chapter 29 It's All Here

Yang Zhiyuan did not return all night.

Someone sent by Zhang Xianwei came to tell Sanskrit that Master Yang drank with Zhang Xianwei. If he got very drunk, he would stay at Zhang Xianwei's house and go directly to the county government office tomorrow.

The person who sent the Sanskrit sound could not help but sigh in his heart, Zhang Xianwei is really jealous, his father has neglected him for so long, he has to find a way to punish his father before he can give up, it is a pity that his father's body, how much alcohol can do it? ah?

Fanyin was a little worried, but she also knew that her father would not come back tonight, otherwise Captain Zhang wouldn't have sent someone to bring her a copy of the supper for the evening.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Fanyin didn't have the habit of eating meat for the time being. It wasn't that she couldn't eat it, but that she couldn't get over it psychologically.

I always feel that eating a few big elbows on my bald head is really indecent... Put the meat dishes in a cool place, and use them when my father returns tomorrow.

This night, Sanskrit slept very soundly, because he didn't have to get up to make breakfast for his father tomorrow morning;

That night, Yang Zhiyuan was dragged and drank all night by Zhang Xianwei, and finally collapsed on the ground so drunk that he survived the catastrophe.

In the early morning of the next day, County Captain Zhang asked his youngest son to kowtow to Yang Zhiyuan. He went to the county government office together with Yang Zhiyuan, and sent someone to Yang Zhiyuan's home to deliver the gift of repair.

Sanskrit had just packed up the sundries early in the morning, when he saw the yamen servant begging outside the door with a child and a book boy who looked like a small meat ball.

When he found out that this was the second son of Captain Zhang, Fanyin smiled happily. After accepting the gift, he looked at him and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Wengu." The chubby boy looked at her, "What about you?"

"Huailiu, Yang Huailiu, since you have worshiped my father as your teacher, you should call me elder sister." Fanyin went to pour water, and the little book boy looked around the yard. When Fanyin brought two glasses of white water, his eyes rolled up. God, my lips are about to leave the door...

Master Yang's family is really poor.

Zhang Wengu wiped his nose, looked at Fanyin's head with his chubby face, "Aren't you brother?"

Sanskrit: "..."

"Why do you have no hair?"

Fanyin didn't know how to answer Zhang Wengu's question. If you talk about keeping filial piety with a five-year-old boy, will he understand?

"How does your mother usually call you? Don't you have a baby name?" Fanyin resented his name, Zhang Wengu...it really doesn't fit well with the little fat man in front of him now.

Zhang Wengu scratched his head and muttered hesitantly, "Is it okay not to say that?"

"No!" Sanskrit voice was very strong.

"Er Fatty..." Zhang Wengu's voice was softer than that of a mosquito, and his face was flushed, obviously shy.

Fanyin thinks this little fat guy is quite interesting. Although Zhang Xianwei is such an arrogant and rough guy, this little guy is still soft-tempered. Maybe his father's too strong personality scares him?

The book boy on the side looked back and forth between the two, and couldn't help interjecting:
"Miss, our young master's baby name is only called madam and master, hehe..."

"According to what you want, I still have to make offerings to him and call him young master?" Sanskrit looked sideways at the book boy, and when he entered the door, he looked around with disdainful eyes, and now he dares to directly argue with himself?

The book boy was startled, and said with a smile: "This is our young master, you should not use it."

"What do you know?" Sanskrit ignored the little fat man, folded his hands and looked at the book boy.

The book boy quickly replied: "If you can help the young master to memorize the bookcase, you can also polish ink and brush."

"Does it count?"

"meeting."

Fanyin pointed to the beans drying at the door of the kitchen, "Then go and count the beans, put two hundred beans in a bag, and come to me after counting them all."

"Ah?" The book boy had a bitter face, "I'm here to take care of the young master."

"Then you come to teach?" Sanskrit snorted coldly, "Either go back to your mansion, or just count the beans here. If I can't count, I will ask Zhang Xianwei to change to a book boy who can even read one word. What can I do for you young master?" busy?"

"Young one, let's go now, let's go now!" The book boy didn't dare to talk anymore, and hurriedly shrank back to work.

Said it was work, from the corner of the eye he kept peeking at Zhang Wengu and Sanskrit.

Zhang Wengu was a little overwhelmed, unfamiliar with Sanskrit, and did not dare to approach, and the book boy was shouted at by the sister again, so he even flinched and didn't say a word.

Fanyin directly brought him into the big room, sat at the desk and asked:

"Are you literate?"

Zhang Wengu nodded, "I'm starting to recognize characters."

"Is the silver clear?" Sanskrit continued to ask, Zhang Wengu paused and shook his head.

The Sanskrit voice opened its mouth wide, really can't count?Didn't Zhang Xianwei deliberately exaggerate and tell nonsense?
"Then let's learn how to count silver." After Fanyin said this, she was at a loss, because she had no other money except copper coins. How could she know and count silver?

"Let's teach you how to write first."

Sanskrit rolled his eyes helplessly, the props are not complete, and it is not so easy to teach students!
After only one morning's effort, Zhang Wengu became familiar with Sanskrit sounds.

Fanyin also understands that this kid is not so obedient and obedient at all, all of them are just pretending, which can be seen from the fact that she finished teaching the characters and started telling him stories. As long as she put down the pen and listened to the story, Er Fatty immediately beamed with joy and waved her little hands , It was a completely different person from when I first entered the door in the morning.

At noon, when Sanskrit was preparing to cook, Er Fatty also followed him to the kitchen and kept asking how the founding general Hu Daman escaped from the prison.

Sanskrit was also patient, and he simply talked while cooking, and the words were almost the same, and the food was cooked.

Er Fatty, who was originally in high spirits, looked at the food for a long time, and his small face drooped again.

"Sister Huailiu," Er Pang licked his lips, "Is there no meat? Only this bowl?" Fanyin made vegetarian risotto.

Fanyin looked at his chubby face, and wanted to pinch it, "There is no meat, I am a vegetarian for the time being."

"You are a vegetarian, but I am not a vegetarian..." Er Pang muttered in a muffled voice, his small eyes could not help but fly to the bookboy Liu An.

Liu An shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything. He counted the beans and now his arm still hurts. He knew that this young lady from the Yang family who seemed thin and easy to bully was not easy to mess with!
What if you talk too much and get kicked back?
The young master should be fine, but he will be punished by his family...

"Eat, eat!" Er Pang clicked his mouth twice, took a spoon, took a mouthful, and stuffed it reluctantly into his mouth.

"Ok?"

Er Fatty puffed out his mouth and made a sound, Liu An was startled, hurried over to help him, and said anxiously:

"Master? Are you alright? What's the matter with you? Spit, spit..." Pulling Er Fatty's body, he started shaking and clapping wildly.

"Puff puff puff..." Er Fatty was spitting out food from Huang's mouth, and punched Liu An in the face with his fist, "Spit what, it's delicious!"

"Ah?" Liu An covered his face in shock, looking at the expressions on the dining table and Sanskrit, he hurriedly hid.

Just now Er Fatty was shaken and sprayed a mouthful of rice, spilling it all over the table...

Sanskrit covered her head, and Erpang hurried over to wipe off the rice that had just been sprayed on her head, "Sister Huailiu, don't be angry..."

"Let's eat." Fanyin glared at Liu An, "Eat!"

"This...how can I eat this?" Liu An pointed to a table of rice grains, his face full of embarrassment.

Sanskrit picked up the bowl directly, and began to eat in big mouthfuls, regardless of whether there were rice particles thrown by Er Fatty just now and spilled into his bowl.

Er Fatty looked at it for a long while, and was a little at a loss. Liu An stuck out his tongue quietly, and kept silent, just waiting to see what the young master would do, and he would do whatever he wanted.

He was the one who caused the trouble, and he was the one who sprayed the food. Er Fatty scratched his head, struggled for a long time and finally sat down, raised his spoon and started eating.

Liu An's eyes almost popped out!
When did my young master do such a thing?When you go back, you must tell the master and his wife well, where did the young master come to class?This is to suffer!
After dinner, Sanskrit would not let Liu An go, so he took care of cleaning up the dishes.

Liu An was very aggrieved, and he was even more eager to complain...

Er Fatty was going to take a half-day nap, Sanskrit had told him a story, and let him rest on his bed.

She wanted to go out and have a chat with Liu An, but before she could open her mouth, another person entered the door.

This time it was not outsiders, but Chen Yingzhi and Niu Ma.

"...Didn't Mister come back?" Chen Yingzhi stood at the door and looked inside. Hearing Mama Niu talk about the cleanliness of the yard, seeing it now, she felt angry for some reason.

This is an inexplicable anger, and the voice of speaking with Sanskrit is a little bored and dissatisfied.

Liu An stopped his hands and kept staring at the excitement with his small eyes.

Fanyin greeted him, "Father is not here."

"Then why are there still students here?" Chen Yingzhi pointed at Liu An.

"Can't I explain it to you?" Sanskrit stood in front of them, showing no intention of welcoming them in.

Chen Yingzhi showed a hint of disdain, turned her head and said to Niu Ma: "Since the master is not here, let's go in and wait."

"Sorry, I can't do it today, my father's student is young and resting in the house, Ms. Chen might as well go back first and come back later." The smile on Fanyin's face made Chen Yingzhi even more angry, "I'm going to wait here! "

Fanyin looked at Liu An, "Go in and take care of your young master, don't wake him up."

Liu An nodded, and quickly trotted into the big house.

He is not a five-year-old boy like Zhang Wengu, but an eight- or nine-year-old boy, no matter how you say it, he is an outsider.

Chen Yingzhi frowned, "Why do you insist on fighting against me?"

"Miss Chen, this is my home now, I didn't come to quarrel with you." Sanskrit patted his head, "If you still wait here, then forgive me for not being with you."

Chen Yingzhi was annoyed and wanted to go forward, but Niu Ma grabbed her and said, "Miss, forget it."

"She's so annoying!" Chen Yingzhi bit her lip. She just wanted to find Yang Zhiyuan today. If Yang Zhiyuan really didn't want to befriend her, she would listen to Mrs. Chen and follow her plan. But if Yang Zhiyuan wanted to, how could she Are you still using that much effort?
What's more, which woman doesn't look forward to being in love with each other?Rather than wishful thinking forced marriage.

Before Chen Yingzhi could decide whether to leave or leave the door open, it was pushed open with a "squeak". A large and a small came in from the door. It was Yang Zhiyuan, and there was a boy behind him.

Seeing the people in the courtyard, Yang Zhiyuan was stunned, and then his face was full of embarrassment, the corners of his mouth twitched and he said in his heart: "Master County Magistrate, why are you so kind to give me half a day off!"

(End of this chapter)