Happy Little Scholar

When Lao Fang stood up and patted his butt to go home, his expression was still a little confused. 』

With his wooden head, he couldn't figure out what was so good about those unripe and sour red fruits in the back mountain that he didn't like to eat, why did his uncle ask him to pick those things, and why he asked him to cut bamboo, Lao Fang didn't understand even more.

But soon, the doubt and confusion on his face disappeared.

Thinking of the white rice and pork at home, all Lao Fang's doubts were thrown out of the sky.

The uncle is very capable. If you follow the uncle, you will have meat to eat. His words will not be wrong!

In the following days, Lao Fang's life began to become busy.

Not only Lao Fang, but also the naughty children of the Fang family were ruthlessly deprived of their time to play. They could no longer hang out with the naughty children in the village every day. They followed their father, went to the back mountain in the morning, and came back in the afternoon, often carrying a few bamboos on their shoulders.

Occasionally, someone would see Lao Fang going down the mountain before dawn every day, and returning to the village at night with a large bag of things on his back, even leaving his horse behind, and no one knew what he was doing mysteriously.

There is no airtight wall in the world, and in Liuye Village, no one has any secrets.

Soon, everyone knew what Fang Lao San had been tinkering with recently, called something called Candied Haws, a few strings of hawthorn fruits strung together, and they could be taken outside to sell.

Things like hawthorns are worthless to the people of Liuye Village.

There is a large hawthorn forest on the back mountain, which belongs to the public property of the village. However, even when the fruits are ripe every year, no one goes to pick them. This thing is not filling, it is sour, the more you eat, the hungrier you get, and eating too much will make your teeth fall out.

Only those greedy children will pick a few to satisfy their cravings when the fruits are ripe every year.

It's not that no one has considered taking this thing down the mountain to sell, but firstly, because hawthorn is too common, the price is really low, and secondly, when hawthorn is ripe, it is the busy farming season. If you abandon your work in the field and do these crooked ways, you will be ridiculed by everyone in the village.

Lao Fang is the object of everyone's ridicule.

What's so delicious about hawthorn fruit? Only those ignorant children in the village are interested in it. There are no delicious and fun things in Qing'an City. It's strange that someone would spend money to buy these hawthorn fruits!

Herding horses is such a good job. You can get a hundred coins a month. You can buy a few kilograms of rice. Why don't you do these crooked ways?

However, they soon realized that the Fang family didn't seem to lack those kilograms of rice...

But this didn't affect their ridicule of Lao Fang in their hearts.

When everyone has no big ideals and ambitions, and is content to be a salted fish and live like this for the rest of their lives, Lao Fang, a salted fish with dreams, can easily attract the attention of others.

We are all salted fish, just face the loess and back to the sky all our lives. Why do you have dreams?

So, Lao Fang, the salted fish who wanted to make a comeback, soon became the topic of conversation among the people in the village.

"Have you heard that Fang Lao San seems to be selling some candied haws..."

"Hey, he doesn't even consider whether he is the right material?"

"Hey, of course Fang Lao San can't think of such an idea. I heard that it was Ruyi's cheap husband who came up with it."

"Haha, what does that sour scholar know? I heard that he invested a lot of money this time. I'm waiting to see how he ends up!"

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Such arguments have been common in Liuye Village in recent days, and even Li Yi has heard of them.

However, he just listened to these gossips and smiled and passed them by. There are indeed many people in the village who want to laugh at him. Sometimes he would sigh in his heart that the Liu Ruyi sisters seem to have enemies everywhere in the village!

Xiao Huan was very upset about some of the things she overheard accidentally. Li Yi saw her pouting and mumbling several times when she came back from outside.

"What do you know? The candied haws made by my uncle are delicious. I will definitely make a lot of money. I will be so angry that you will die..."

The little maid has been with Liu Ruyi and her sisters since she was a child. Naturally, she has suffered the cold eyes of other members of the Liu family. In order not to cause trouble for the young lady, she had to endure the grievances outside when she came back.

This situation has changed a lot after Li Yi came.

Now she doesn't have to worry about her livelihood all day long. She can hold her head high when she walks outside. My uncle is a truly powerful person. No one in the village can compare to him. Why do they laugh at my uncle?

What Li Yi didn't expect was that those rumors had no effect on him, but Lao Fang couldn't help it first.

"Uncle, what kind of candied haws is this? Is there really anyone willing to buy it?"

Until now, Lao Fang still has doubts about the feasibility of this matter.

After all, it was just an ordinary hawthorn. Even if it was covered with sugar, it was still a hawthorn!

The son-in-law gave him all the money. If all the money went down the drain, even if the son-in-law would not blame him, he would still feel bad.

Seeing Lao Fang looking at him anxiously, Li Yi glanced at him and said, "If you are not at ease, how about I find someone else to do it? Lao Wu came to me this morning and said he wanted to try it too. How about you take a rest and let him do it?"

Seeing the expression on Li Yi's face, Lao Fang felt at ease.

The next moment, Lao Fang's face immediately put on his signature honest smile, he put his arm around Li Yi's shoulders and said: "No, no, no, that guy Lao Wu has a single mind, and he is not the material to do this." , Besides, what’s the relationship between me and my uncle? Don’t forget that I was the one who caught my uncle in the first place!”

Seeing the big man named Fang walking out with a silly smile, several black lines appeared on Li Yi's face.

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Making candied haws is very simple and does not require much preparation time. The frosting expert has already bought it from Shanxia. The hawthorns in August are not fully mature yet, but it has little impact on the taste.

Under Li Yi's guidance, Lao Fang cut all the bamboos cut from the mountain into bamboo sticks of similar size. The edges were polished smooth, and the bottom of the bamboo sticks was slightly wider, making it more suitable for hand-holding. After removing the seeds from the hawthorn fruit and coating it with syrup, I also dipped a little sesame seeds on the top, and the red color was a little white, making it look more attractive.

He inserted all the candied haws on a pole made of wooden sticks and brooms. Seeing the naughty child beside him swallowing his saliva, Lao Fang felt a little more confident.

He took off a candied haws and handed it to him, and kicked the naughty kid on the butt: "Listen to your mother at home and wait until I come back in the evening..."

An hour later, on the crowded street of Qing'an Prefecture, a simple and honest man stood on the roadside with a strange object in his heart. After hesitating for a long time, a look of determination appeared on his face. After a while, he felt angry. A full voice came over...

"Bing~tang~gourd~lu!"

For a time, several eyes were cast on him from the crowd on the street.