Tang Tiechui came back with the bucket and passed by Zhang Dazhuang's yard. Seeing the look of enjoyment on his face, he couldn't help but ask."Hey, it's nothing. That guy Xu Haorui brought me a bowl of mutton soup. He said it would warm me up. It was indeed quite warm. Why did you come back at this hour? Have you eaten? Did your kid call you back for dinner?"
"Hey, it's good to have a disciple. If you have something delicious to eat, you will still remember the master. If your boy has something delicious to eat, have you ever thought about your father?"
"..."
Tang Tiechui looked at his arrogant expression speechlessly. His boy, who was only ten years old, knew nothing.
"Uncle, I went to fetch water to pour the vegetables after dinner. I won't disturb you for your soup. I'll go back first."
Zhang Dazhuang waved his hand with satisfaction and entered the door.
So what if he doesn't have a son, he has a good disciple!
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After finishing a bowl of soup, Lin Qingjiu saw Xu Haorui coming back. He quickly put down his chopsticks and served Xu Haorui a bowl of soup before adding food to himself.
Xu Haorui put some mutton into his bowl and said, "Brother Qing, eat more. The mutton is nourishing and keeps you warm."
After finishing the rice in the bowl, Lin Qingjiu was forced to have another bowl of mutton soup and barely finished half of it, "Arui, I really can't eat any more."
"Then stop drinking and give me the bowl."
Taking the bowl he handed over, Xu Haorui drank the remaining half of the bowl, and then poured all the meat and radish in the soup basin into the plate to mix with the rice.
Most of the food he ate went into his stomach. Just as he was about to put the last bite of rice into his mouth, he suddenly remembered that there were two little chickens. He stood up, took some vegetable leaves, and pulled up the rice.
"Arui, what are you doing?"
"Feed the chicks."
Lin Qingjiu stood up suddenly, "Ah, I forgot to bring them into the main room."
Seeing that he was about to go out, Xu Haorui grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, just take these and feed them before bringing them in. Don't forget the big hen. Feed it with some vegetable leaves."
"Okay." Lin Qingjiu picked a few vegetable leaves that were badly bitten by insects, and went out with rice in his palms. Xu Haorui looked at him for a while, then conveniently put away the dishes.
The top of the moon.
The oil lamp inside the house is warm and bright.
"Brother Qing, I'll give you the wallet." The two of them sat at the desk, and Xu Haorui handed the remaining silver back to the young husband.
"Today I took out ten taels of silver and seven copper coins, plus the two hundred coins I got back from needlework. I spent one tael of silver and seven hundred and nineteen coins when I went to town, and another two hundred coins when I came back to order a bathtub. I paid a deposit, and I still have... eighty-two hundred and eighty-eight yuan left in my wallet."
Lin Qingjiu poured out the money in her purse and counted it, "There are still ninety-two taels, six hundred and forty coins left at home, so now there is a total of..."
He took out all the silver and continued to count, "One hundred two nine hundred and twenty-eight coins!"
"Well, put the money away and let's rest."
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The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]
Romance[Dedicated to farming and hoarding food. Doting on his wife. Handsome and aggressive x straightforward and clingy, beautiful and succumbing] Xu Haorui, who has been surviving in the apocalypse for nearly ten years, unfortunately died while escortin...