Time is ruthless and passes by in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, early autumn has arrived and the cold wave is coming.

It was half past Si, nearly ten o'clock noon.

It was already bright outside, and Fang Zheng had just opened his hazy eyes and was about to get up to get dressed.

The weather is getting colder and it is hard to warm up the short clothes.

However, because he practiced the skills, he was not afraid of the cold.

But everyone on the street was wearing long clothes and trousers, and his short dress was too eye-catching.

And I have to go to supervise the worker to check the goods later, which is too simple and undecent.

He wrapped a headscarf, a long-sleeved shirt, a belt wrapped around his waist, and had cloth shoes with thousands of needles and thin stitches under his feet.

After cleaning my face carefully, except for a pale complexion, I was full of energy.

He looked at the bronze mirror about the size of a foot, rolled up his sleeves, turned around and went to the kitchen.

"Click..."

The blade of the scythe passed through the flint, and sparks splashed out and fell onto the soft and dry straw.

"call!"

The flames rise.

After a while, he was able to skillfully make fires.

Put water in the pot and wash rice.

When the temperature is enough, a layer of grate is placed on it and fry the remaining half bowl of rolls yesterday and heat it up.

Soon, the fragrance came out from the lid of the pot, and the steaming rice porridge was rolled onto the table.

After he finished his meal, cleaned the pots and bowls, and cleaned the room, it was already noon.

It's almost time to go to work.

"Brother Fang."

When the door was locked, neighbor Hongyi happened to go out too.

Since Zhang Chuwu left, Zhang's mother fell ill after falling into trouble, and Hongyi has never lived in the temple on the mountain.

I heard that he plans to return to secular life.

However, it seems that it is not easy for monks with Dharma names to return to secular life.

"Master Hongyi."

Fang Zheng nodded and looked at the shovel in the other party's hand: "Are you going to go to the backyard of Zhang's mansion to weed?"

"yes."

Hong nodded: "The lover vines in the Buddhist temple grow very well, but there are many weeds inside."

"Master, it seems that Master Zhang is looking for the right person."

Fang Zheng smiled.

Now Hongyi is not only responsible for raising incense from the temples on the mountain every day, but also for cleaning the Buddhist temple in the backyard of Zhang Mansion.

In addition to reciting scriptures for a certain period of time every day, most of them are just running errands.

The monthly money is more than one or two silver dollars, which is enviable to others.

The reason why he was able to get this life was not only because he was a monk, but also because he was a monk.

Probably the same is true. Zhang's mother struggled very much while letting him not return to secular life.

Unlike Zhang Chuwu, although Hongyi is beautiful, he is not a common thing. Without his identity as a monk, he may not be able to find a job.

"Brother Fang, Brother Hongyi, you are all here!"

At this time, Xiao Liu walked from a distance with a burden and waved his hand to greet the two of them.

"Xiao Liu."

Fang Zheng nodded: "You came back very early today."

"Don't mention it!"

Xiao Liuyi waved his hand with a look of dismay: "Now that the city is so chaotic, and the city is not peaceful. I am afraid I can't do it."

After his parents died, Xiao Liu no longer had short-term work.

Instead, he started as a peddler, and even specially picked up a peddler's load, filled with all kinds of small items and traveled around the streets and alleys to sell.

"yes!"

Hongyi also looked sad: "I don't know when the bandits will be suppressed, but the surrounding area will become more and more chaotic."

"It's almost done."

Fang Zheng’s interface: “I heard that the group of people from Zuoshan Diao has been wiped out, and the government army seems to have begun to fight back home.”

People with yamen in the room are more informed than those from outside.

However, although the official army successfully suppressed the bandits, the process was said to be very unsuccessful, and there were many more bandits in Zhaonan Prefecture.

Some nearby counties have even had a big mess.

Of course, this matter is completely unreal. If you talk about it, it will only cause worries, so it’s better not to mention it.

"That's good, that's good!"

Xiao Liu patted his chest lightly and calmed down when he heard this.

Then his eyes turned and he smiled at Hongyi and said, "Brother Hongyi, I heard that the statue of the god in the Buddhist temple behind has been replaced?"

"Is it changed to Guanyin who gave birth to a child?"

"Amitabha."

Hong Yi recited the Buddha's name and said, "Mrs. Zhang is eager to beg for a child, and he really invited Guanyin to send him to his son."

"Oh……"

Xiao Liu smiled and his eyes became a little slight.

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk more."

Fang Zheng was not interested in this matter and bowed to his goodbye.

"Brother Fang is here to do his own business."

"Brother Fang walk slowly."

Farewell to the two of them, he left the slanting alley, passed the Wuming Bridge, and finally stopped in front of a house in the north city.

Not far behind is Xingfu Street, so most of the houses here are warehouses of various shops.

This is no exception.

Along the way, I met many familiar faces and greeted each other politely.

In more than a month, Fang Zheng seemed to have completely integrated into this world, and his every move was no longer awkward.

"Mr. Fang is here."

A rich manager came over with a smile: "I'm leaving the city today, I'll be working hard later."

"You're welcome, it should."

Fang Zheng bowed his fists and said, "I wonder what kind of goods are coming today? Manager Song thinks he will be able to come back?"

The man in front of him was named Song Fu, who was the manager of Zhang Daguanren's pharmacy.

A long purple silk suit, black leather short boots, and a rolled-up head, like an official, who is better than a manager.

"A batch of medicinal materials will definitely be back before they are put into the ground."

Song Fu laughed and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Fang, I will never delay your evening update."

"However, I feel that it is really aggrieved to be a fighter with Mr. Fang's talent!"

"Over-favorite."

Fang Zheng shook his head: "I am not familiar with the reconciliation room. It is okay to rely on arithmetic alone, but its use is really limited."

"What Mr. Fang said is reasonable."

Song Fu nodded.

Wuqing County is so big, and most of them work like business and accounting are trusted by people who can trust themselves.

Sometimes skills are not as important as relationships.

Just like himself.

It is because of his surname Song that he was promoted by Mrs. Zhang and became the manager of this pharmacy.
To be continued...