The sleepy sister-in-law of the Fang family held up the broom and let out a deafening roar like a lion in the east.

The father Fang, the mother Fang and the elder brother of the Fang family, each wrapped their clothes, picked up farm tools, iron elm, iron shovel, and fishing rods.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Fang Zhongyong hurriedly snatched the oil lamp from Chen Qi's hand, shouted to his face, "Dad, mother, brother, it's me, it's me--"

"Ghost--" When Mrs. Fang made another sound, sheep sound had become a delicate one with the meaning of "I'm so scared, I'm afraid~~". Fang Zhongyong, whose voice was so cold, fell into a car full of goosebumps.

But he still changed the angle of holding the oil lamp, no longer facing the oil lamp from bottom to top, directly facing his face, so as not to be scary.

"Erlang, you, and—" The big man of the Fang family turned his eyes to Chen Qi next to him, paused, slowed down his voice again, and said, "There are brothers Chen Qi, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"I'm hungry, come and get some food," Fang Zhongyong replied honestly, "It's all gone, there's nothing else."

Listening to Fang Zhongyong's words, there was a bit of impatientness. The sister-in-law of the Fang family was a little unhappy, but muttered curiously: "Erlang, why are you making such a fragrant smell? I woke up in the middle of the night."

Fang Zhongyong smiled and said to himself, thank the foodie sister-in-law for her praise. "Xiang Xing" Yigang, tsk, this praise is so convincing.

So he patiently and even arranged in advance, saying, "It's a cake. When the time comes, I will teach my mother and sister-in-law to make it, and everyone can eat it. If it can be sold, it would be even better to open a small shop in the county to sell snacks."

Fang Niang walked up and touched Fang Zhongyong's forehead with her big hand. After a while, she put down her hand in peace, as if she felt that Fang Zhongyong was talking nonsense.

It was not until Fang Zhongyong took out four stakes of money from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Niang: "Mom, I'll go around in the next few days to find out how to rent the shop in the county."

The whole family stood in the kitchen with incredible surprise, watching Fang Zhongyong and Chen Qi sway and wander back to their little black room.

"Where did Erlang get so much money?" Fang's father looked at the money on the stove at Fang Niang's hand with a simple face. He looked at the money on the stove at his hand. He looked stunned and rubbed his eyes again.

"Since I went to study, Erlang became more and more abusive and could do tricks," the Fang family Dalang smiled while tidying up the kitchen stove, "It's said that our Erlang or Wenquxing has come down to earth. I think it's possible that the Kitchen God has come down to earth. You smell it, tsk, it smells so good."

Mrs. Fang also packed up the tiled jars, and while tidying, she couldn't stop smiling. She thought to herself, how great it would be if she could really open a shop in the county town... The little ladies of the county town merchants were all proficient in maintenance skills, and she could learn it herself, and not be buried in this mud and tiled pile for the rest of her life.

Thinking of it, he looked at the material on his chest again and raised his chest confidently. A murderous aura that was suspected of being indescribable surged again.

...

"Zhongyong, what are you writing? Stop writing, let's kill a plate of Three Kingdoms." Chai Lin was pulling the pot in his hand, and smashing a lake pen to Fang Zhongyong's table.

Fang Zhongyong flashed skillfully, and the pen passed by, but hit the table of the Chai cousin's aunt. The handwriting that the child was writing was instantly stained. The baby's face turned red and he came forward and said to Chai Lin:

"What are you doing? You don't need the provincial examination yourself. We all have to take the exam next year. Let's go play by yourself."

As he said that, he threw Hu Bi down from Chai Lin's forehead, regardless of whether he humiliated Master Chai or not, so he sat back and exposed the ink traces of the article and started writing it again.

The man Chai Lin dodged the pen, but ink was splashed on the corner of his robe. The servant next to him hurriedly came forward to help the eldest son tidy up the corner of his robe. He was busy. However, Chai Lin smiled generously and drove away.

Chai Lin wandered to Fang Zhongyong boredly, and slapped the paper written on the table in front of Fang Zhongyong.

The beautiful and clear handwriting spread in front of Chai Lin: "Tang Sanzang: Sister Guanyin, this is your fault. Wukong wants to eat me, but it is just a conception and has not become a fact. If you don't have evidence, why should he be guilty? Why should he eat me? It's better to wait until he has evidence, and it's not too late to condemn him.

Alas, the size of the diamond ring is too poor, with heavy front and light back, wide left and narrow right. It feels uncomfortable to wear it. Insomnia all night will cause me to be implicated. Although he is a monkey, you can't treat him like this. The government knows that I will abuse animals. Speaking of the diamond ring, ah--I met a blacksmith in Chenjia Village last year. He was exquisitely handmade, fair in price, and is innocent. I would just introduce you to customize one..."

"Puff--" Chai Lin swallowed his cold breath and said to Fang Zhongyong's harmless little face with a black look on his face: "It's rare to see what I can do in this young master. What are you doing? Can you write this in the provincial examination?"

"Who said I was preparing for the provincial examination?" Fang Zhongyong pulled out another piece of paper and continued writing with a pen, saying, "I'm going to the provincial examination, your father asked me to take yours with you. You are so unwilling to study now. I'm afraid that your father would take the money to take the exam by myself.

This is a story book, which is written for the people to arrange a drama and entertainment. Hey, hey, don’t watch it, I’m going to sell it for money.”

"Just this, I still sell it for money-" Chai Lin continued to look at it, and laughed loudly, and said contemptuously: "Who would buy you a good person like this, except for a great charity like this young master."

Fang Zhongyong continued to write with one hand and reached out to Chai Lin with the other hand, and said with a rogue feeling: "Thank you good people and reward money."

Chai Lin opened his hand with one hand, "You are a rich man. Give me a complete look."

Fang Zhongyong: "It's all in Lexian's Way. If you want to read it, just find someone to pass it on and copy it."

Chai Lin grabbed Fang Zhongyong's neck with both hands and started a fuss with him: "How can I do that? If you want to buy your things so good, how dare you refute me to face? Or is it the boss of me?"

"I am your boss?" Fang Zhongyong was very happy, threw away his pen, grabbed Chai Lin with both hands, and said happily: "When did Master Chai become my younger brother? It's so honorable-"

Chai Lin regretted his words, but he was stubborn. He looked at the passage Fang Zhongyong was writing.

"Bai Jingjing: Supreme Treasure, why did you shave your beard? Do you know that you have no character after losing your beard... Alas... You can't do literary or martial arts. If you don't become a bandit, do you want to be the top scorer? Save for you! Change your image and be your bandit well. Go to this promising profession..."

This is really a play tailor-made for this young master. Chai Lin recited few sentences and immediately felt a strong sense of immersion. Aren’t he the Supreme Treasure?

But this kid Fang Zhongyong likes to make people feel like hesitant.

Chai Lin looked down and sighed: "To be honest, Zhongyong, either, I bought this thing and printed it for you. That story is very tricked by Benzhai. Many Wenshen spilled Wen in, which was just a funeral for himself, and it was wasted. If you have the support of this young master, are you afraid that you will not be famous all over the world?"

Fang Zhongyong turned his eyes slightly and said cunningly: "Chai family has a licensed workshop for printing? Are they all black workshops printed? Compared to official seals, the quality is too far away and the cost is high. If you don't make money, can I introduce you to a business that is not profitable?"

As he said that, he took out the next piece of paper and started writing the technical key points of movable type printing again, depicting the basic schematic diagram of the required tools, and then blew it a little bit, stuffed it into Chai Lin's hand, blinking his eyes and laughing:

"You and I are working together to run this printing workshop. I will provide you with technology to greatly improve the efficiency of this printing. And you will provide me with promotion and sell my books in my hands. How about you?"

Chai Lin took the key points of the printing of movable type, his eyes shone with golden light, and said excitedly: "Brother, this thing is out, and our Three Kingdoms Kill can be printed in a set. It's such a good thing. Okay, okay, if you can make it, we will score 50%."

Chai Lin held those pages of paper and felt like he had a treasure. He threw the story of Fang Zhongyong's Supreme Treasure in "A Chinese Odyssey" behind his head. Without waiting for Fang Zhongyong to say something more, he hummed a song and slipped out of the house with oil on his feet.

Fang Zhongyong sighed helplessly and thought to himself, it seems that the four great inventions are not conceived. Plagiarism of technological inventions is more accurate than copying the literary man, and he is ranked third among the "money" of "money" through the road of professional making money.

He just ridiculed Chai Lin's cousin, and stared blankly at the scene singing by Fang Zhongyong and Chai Lin beside him. Then he put on a sarcasm, shook his head, looked at Fang Zhongyong with pity, and said, "You are a beautiful lady, how can you be a thief?"
Chapter completed!