"Thank God, I finally came out safely!" Cheng Naixuan looked up and down for a moment, and then asked with concern, "Except Brother Kui, my other cousins, whether it is cousins, there are few people who can not be scolded in front of my father, and there are even people who are so scared that they dare not come to the door. Shuangmu, my father didn't ask you, right?"

"Your father is not that scary." Wang Fulin said this, but he said in his heart that dealing with your father is more tiring than dealing with Yexianzun. Then he changed the topic and said, "I'm here today, I'm discussing something with you."

"Your business is mine." Cheng Naixuan patted his chest without saying a word, and sent Mo Xiang to guard it outside, and pulled Wang Fulin into the study. Seeing the other party crossing the threshold, he widened his eyes in shock. He said embarrassedly, "You also know my father's temperament. This was arranged by him by himself. I am not allowed to change it at all."

The huge room has no partitions. There are bookshelves on the north, east and west walls, with books densely packed with books. Next to the bookshelf to the east is a bamboo couch, a large book case in the middle, a yellow flower pear seat in the back, and a four treasures of the study. On the west is a piano stand, and on the side are several large rolls of jars, with scrolls filled in. I don’t know if it is a famous calligraphy or a fine calligraphy and painting. As for the rest of the various decorations and toys, there are no other elegant atmosphere. If you don’t know, you might think that Master Cheng is a person who studies hard and study hard.

Wang Fulin came to the book case in this vast sea of ​​books, and then discovered an extremely embarrassing thing, with only the main seat but no guest seat! The next moment, Cheng Naixuan also discovered this embarrassing situation, looked around for a while, his eyes fell on the bamboo couch, and immediately smiled and said, "How about bringing the bamboo couch over here, you can just sit down?"

"Go to you, stand and talk!" Wang Fulin really didn't know what to say about this bad friend, so he simply took out something from his arms and handed it over, "Look at this thing, do you know this?"

What Wang Fulin handed over was a fruit he knocked down from a tree on the roadside on the road when he was back to Songming Mountain. Cheng Naixuan was a little surprised and reached out to take it and looked over and over again. Then he said uncertainly: "Although it seems that it has just grown for a long time and the color is not right, it looks like a walnut. Where did you come from?"

"Do you know?" Wang Fulin didn't expect Cheng Naixuan, who grew up in the city, would know this, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "Do you know what this thing is for?"

"Easy! I have a manager in charge of an oil mill, which specializes in oil mill. What tea seeds, brassica seeds, soybeans, sesame seeds... There are so many people who can squeeze oil. Last time he didn't know where to shoot it and heard that this thing can be squeezed after peeling it off. It was growing in the mountains without money. He hired people to knock it down and picked up a few cars, but after getting it back, he was stunned. How many people can only peel the manpower of the inside and outside shells, even if the things don't cost, it's not enough for oil mills. So he threw away all these cars in anger. What do you want to do? Do you plan to open the oil mill? Don't do this as soon as possible, you won't lose money."

The Cheng family really has many industries!

Wang Fulin sighed in his heart, but said with a smile: "It is indeed not easy to squeeze oil into this product, but it is good to use it as a snack."

When Cheng Naixuan heard this, he almost didn't stare out his eyes. Didn't he hear Wang Fulin taste delicious? In a flash, he thought of Jin Bao and immediately smiled and said, "It's not easy for you to eat it. I'll turn around and ask Mo Xiang to ask the oil mill."

"Last year was a Chen goods, so where can I eat it? This year's one has to wait until Bailu before harvesting. At that time, let your manager search for a few cars for me." Seeing that Cheng Naixuan stared at him incredibly, it was obvious that you could eat so much by yourself, he said with a smile, "There are so many people who eat melon seeds right now, and the number of people who eat this little walnut in the future. Don't worry, just fill your mouth with your mouth."

Cheng Naixuan smacked his lips in disbelief, and finally agreed. But what he didn't expect was that in a flash, Wang Fulin walked to the desk again, picked up a piece of ink that had been ground half a inkstone, then spread out a piece of paper, dipped the pen ink and wrote and painted. In a short while, several strange things appeared on the paper.

"What's this?"

"It's all eaten. It should be shipped from Nanyang. Please help me find out the news, even if there are only seeds."

Wang Fulin knew that these things should have been transported from America to Nanyang and then from Nanyang, but he didn't plan to explain too much to Cheng Naixuan. He pointed to the things on the top and said, "This may be called chili or chili pepper, both red and green, and it is spicy at the mouth, which is a bit similar to pepper turmeric. This one is long and yellow on top, probably called corn, or something else. It's good to eat when roasted and cooked. This big red is a bit like a fruit, probably called persimmon? Maybe it's this name. Anyway, it's such a big one, bright red, and scrambled eggs are the best, and it tastes good to eat raw..."

Cheng Naixuan heard Wang Fulin say something about everything he knows, and he had seven or eight kinds of food. In the end, he finally confirmed that he had ignored one of Wang Fulin's attributes in the past.

This guy is simply a foodie!

In the Ma Family Inn, Qiu Feng sat alone in the well beside the yard washing clothes. Although the water in the well was cold and he sat under the shade of the tree, the weather was already very hot now. He raised his hands from time to time to wipe the sweat, and gradually stopped his movements and became dazed.

At this time, Wang Fulin visited Mr. Cheng in the Cheng family mansion, and Jin Bao studied at Master Li of the County Magistrate, and he was the only one left. Although there were four sedan chairmen living in the wing room, the feeling of loneliness still wrapped him tightly and made him unable to move. He was sent by Master Cheng, and it had been almost a month since he had been there. Wang Fulin was really good to him. He could read the books around him, and even the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were allowed to be used. At most, he was taught and warned, and he had never beaten and scolded him. He sold his deeds one by one to be a slave. He should have such a life.

But with Jinbao's comparison, he didn't know why, but he just couldn't accept it! Moreover, Jinbao was only eight years old and might shine brightly in the next few years, but he was already eleven years old! Could it be that he was so confused and married a village woman a few years older, and then he would be a cow and horse for the rest of his life?

Thinking of his father who had taken twelve taels of silver after selling him and was happy, Qiu Feng felt his eyes sore, and tears fell unknowingly. He was afraid that someone would see him, so he raised his hand and was about to wipe him, but suddenly a voice came from the outside: "Qiu Feng, your family is bringing you something!"

Qiu Feng was stunned. Since he was sold, although he was in Shexian City, he had never returned home in order to avoid arousing his heartache. As for his relatives, he didn't think the god of membership came to find him. However, something impossible happened happened! He subconsciously threw down his clothes, rubbed his hands in the water, and didn't bother to dry it. He hurriedly stepped out.

However, when he followed the messenger to a small door in the inn, he found that the man who came was in his early thirties, with a bunch of beards on his lips and a few moles on his face. He was unfamiliar with his face and had never seen him.

"It was your father who asked me to bring you something." The visitor handed over a bag with a smile.

Seeing that the mate had already left, Qiu Feng quickly wiped the clothes with his hands and reached out to pick up the bag. The heavy weight of his hand made him quite puzzled. After thinking about it, he simply untied it in front of the visitor, but saw that there were a set of clothes, shoes and socks inside, all of which were the best, and the stitches were fine. In the past, he had only seen them on those studying husbands, and his shoes were also black-headed clouds. He was shocked and stared at these things for a long time, then raised his head and said, "My mother can't make such clothes, and she can't afford such materials. Who are you?"
Chapter completed!