On the official road to Bachuan, Fan Raoyuan was driving a cart, while his wife Gongsun was sitting in the carriage, opening the curtains and talking to others.
She talked about the fight just now and said with a smile: "They are just a group of street gangsters, how can they be brave?"
Sitting on the horse, Hua Yue excitedly said to Aunt Gongsun: "In my hometown, even the strongest man cannot lift that stone lion."
Zhou Jun also asked: "My aunt is so good at martial arts, where can I learn from you?"
Aunt Gongsun: "My mother's family owns a martial arts school. I have been exposed to it since I was a child. I have learned some boxing and kicking, but they are all ordinary moves."
Zhou Jun sighed as he listened. This can be regarded as a kind of extraordinary talent.
The cart drove down the official road and onto the small road to Bachuan.
In addition to Aunt Gongsun and her three youngest sons, Chun Niang, Rou Xing and the Qu family's babies were also in the carriage.
In another cart, the three fathers and sons of the Qu family and the other two sons of Gongsun's family went to Xishi Jiangzuo Street to look for the coal ash.
Along the way, I could hear women talking and laughing in the carriage, which was quite enjoyable.
The cart drove to the entrance of Bachuan Villa. Aunt Gongsun and Fan Rao looked around and were shocked by the attic compound.
Unlike her husband, who looked frightened, Aunt Gongsun calmed down, jumped out of the cart, walked to Zhou Jun first, and said, "Master, I have to trouble you to inform you."
Zhou Jun handed the horse rein to Hua Yue, walked in front, and led Lady Gongsun into the garden.
Qu Qiuyong, the veteran who was resting in the front courtyard of the outer garden, noticed Zhou Jun walking in. He greeted him with a smile, but when he saw Aunt Gongsun, he immediately stopped smiling and tensed up.
Qiu Yong walked up to Aunt Gongsun, looked at this strong woman who was half a head taller than him, squinted his eyes and asked, "Lian Jiazi?"
Aunt Gongsun saluted and said, "I have learned boxing and kicking for several years."
Qiu Yong nodded and said to Zhou Jun: "I'm afraid Erlang has found a great person."
After saying that, Qiu Yong nodded, turned and left.
Zhou Jun turned around and looked at Aunt Gongsun, wondering suspiciously, could this be the master sense in martial arts novels?
After taking Aunt Gongsun into the Central Garden, Zhou Jun found that Pang Gong was not practicing the piano in the pavilion, so the two of them walked towards the wing again.
Yuping was in the yard, sitting on a crescent moon stool, basking in the sun and mending clothes.
Suddenly the ground became dark, and Yuping thought it was cloudy.
Looking up, Yuping saw a majestic woman with strong muscles standing in front of her, blocking the sun.
Yuping was startled, and the needle and thread in her hand fell to the ground.
Zhou Jun saw this and said quickly: "Don't panic, don't panic, this is the oil shop owner I found, the head of the Fan family, Fan Gongsun."
Yuping stood up slowly, looked at Aunt Gongsun, and asked Zhou Jun in surprise: "Erlang, is this the head of the Youfang household?"
Aunt Gongsun saluted Yuping and said, "Sister."
Zhou Jun asked Yuping: "Is Mr. Pang in the house?"
Yuping was still looking at Aunt Gongsun, the surprise on her face had not faded: "Yes, yes, I, I will go and report it first."
Watching Yuping walk into the house, Zhou Jun and Aunt Gongsun waited outside the door for a while.
Soon, Yuping came out and said to the two of them: "Come in with me."
Mr. Pang was reading in the study, and when he first saw Aunt Gongsun, the surprised expression on her face was almost the same as Yuping's.
But his complexion quickly returned to normal.
Zhou Jun sang: "Pang Gong, this is the head of a certain oil mill household, Fan Gongsun."
Aunt Gongsun fell to her knees, cupped her hands in a ring, lowered her head and bowed to Mr. Pang, and said, "Fan Gongsun has met Mr. Pang."
Pang Gong looked at Aunt Gongsun who was kneeling on the ground, and then at Zhou Jun who was waiting on the side. He was full of questions, but he didn't know which one to ask first.
After a while, Mr. Pang asked, "Is the Fan family man here?"
Aunt Gongsun understood what Pang Gong wanted to ask, so she replied: "My beloved is still here, but he is clumsy in speech and timid, so I have to do all the external relations for him."
After hearing this, Mr. Pang felt that the Fan family was interesting, and asked again: "Is the Fan family a household in the oil mill?"
Aunt Gongsun said: "Three generations of the Fan family have made a living by pressing oil. Fan oil in Jingyang is clear and contains few impurities, and the output is high. Every time the oil is produced, there are visitors from Luoyang, Chang'an."
Pang Gong: "If that's the case, then why did the Fan family leave Jingyang and come to Chang'an?"
Aunt Gongsun: "Bingpang Gong, I think back then..."
Aunt Gongsun recounted what happened that year, one by one, and it was full of dangers and ups and downs.
Zhou Jun listened on the sidelines and thought to himself, even if Mrs. Gongsun did not make a living by pressing oil and went to the wine shop to tell books, she would probably have a good harvest.
Pang Gong and Yuping listened carefully, and every time they heard the thrilling and key points, they unconsciously let out a few exclamations.
A past event that could have been told in three minutes was unexpectedly turned into a chapter by Mrs. Gongsun, which continued until the sun went down.
After finally listening to the past events of the Fan family, Pang Gong took a long breath and said, "I didn't expect such a thing to happen."
Yuping also said: "It's really unpredictable."
Pang Gong glanced at Aunt Gongsun and said, "Our family plans to build an oil mill by the Bahe River. Qu San is in charge of the mud and tiles. You should also keep an eye on it."
Aunt Gongsun looked happy and asked, "Is Pang Gong willing to accept the Fan family?"
Pang Gong: "Don't worry, bring it as soon as the oil comes out. We want to see if this Jingyang Fan Oil is as good as you say."
Aunt Gongsun quickly bowed to Pang Gong again: "Master, just wait and see. If the oil squeezed by the Fan family contains any foam, I will wipe it on my neck directly on the bank of the Bahe River without anyone else doing it."
Pang Gong frowned for a while, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, why does Fan Gongsun talk and behave like Green Lin Renxia?
Asking Yuping to help settle the Fan family, Pang Gong stopped Zhou Jun and asked him to talk to him.
Pang Gong: "The renovation of Zhongyuan is almost completed. Today we went to have a look at the workmanship. It's really good."
Zhou Jun lowered his head and said: "The repair work on the Bachuan Trail has been completed, and now there is no difficulty in passing."
Pang Gong nodded: "The Qu family and the Fan family have also been found. Our family is very satisfied with the three errands you have done."
"Not only that, but also the cooking, it really amazed our family."
Speaking of this, Pang Gong paused for a while and said to Zhou Jun: "There is something that our family doesn't quite understand."
Zhou Jun looked at Pang Gong with confusion on his face.
Pang Gong continued: "Our family heard that Erlang taught the Qu family's daughter-in-law how to cook with beetroot oil. Is this possible?"
Zhou Jun nodded.
Pang Gong: "Our family doesn't know how Erlang learned the method of stir-frying vegetables with beetroot oil. But if you teach your maid how to draw the moon, this secret that has not been taught to you will make sense. But if you teach
Qu family, why?"
Zhou Jun thought for a while and asked Pang Gong, "Does the cooking taste delicious?"
Pang Gong was stunned, nodded and said, "Yes."
Zhou Jun asked again: "Does Mr. Pang like to eat?"
Pang Gong looked confused: "Yes."
Zhou Jun spread his hands and said: "Erlang is the steward hired by Mr. Pang. Isn't it the right thing to do to make the boss satisfied?"
Pang Gong was stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Zhou Jun: "From Pang Gong's point of view, the method of stir-frying vegetables with beetroot oil is a secret that has not been passed down; but from Erlang's point of view, it is just a method of cooking for one meal."
"Since Mr. Pang trusts me and hires me to be the steward of this villa, Erlang should do his duty."
Pang Gong looked at Zhou Jun, his face moved, and his expression showed emotion for the first time.
I heard him let out a long sigh and lamented: "In terms of open-mindedness and generosity, our family is not as far away as Erlang."