However, he still said: "It's serious, it's just some waste, not worth mentioning."

"Your hometown has a great cause, and a small favor and a small favor are a big favor for ordinary people like me."

Ji Wei added, "These biscuits are crispy and frankincense. It is best served with clear tea as an afternoon refreshment. Zhang Xiu is a scholar who knows how to combine work and rest. If you are tired of reading, try a few pieces, not only will you be full. The belly can also be refreshed, which can be called killing two birds with one stone.”

He saved a little thought, and as soon as he said the words, Mr. Zhang glanced at him, his eyes were full of meaning, and Ji Weiyi's face tightened.

Fortunately, Zhang Mingyuan gave face very much, and when he heard Ji Wei's words, he immediately patted his palms and praised, "Brother Ji is really thoughtful, I always feel irritable when it comes to time, sometimes go out for a walk, sometimes eat some cakes, and then I feel relieved. Two. In this way, I'm afraid that's the reason."

Ji Wei smiled secretly, but his face was very calm, "Next time, I will make some soft cakes for the old man, and I will send some biscuits to Zhang Xiucai by the way."

"No need."

Mr. Zhang stared at Ji Wei and said kindly: "There's no reason to let you give away things for nothing. Since Mingyuan likes it, every few days in the future, when you deliver cakes to your door, you will pay at the price."

"But this isn't going to be sold yet, the price..." Ji Wei hesitated.

The old man Zhang coughed a few times, called Zhang Quan, and asked him to go to the cashier to get the money.

Zhang Quan trotted away.

"Since you don't plan to sell it, it's considered a private house. Then I'll give you three taels of silver every month, and I'll deliver this to your door every three days—what's this called?"

"biscuit."

"How about delivering cookies to your door every three days?"

Sending biscuits every three days cost 3 taels of silver a month, which was equivalent to 300 yuan for each delivery, which was worth his hard work selling the cakes for half the morning.

This deal is a good deal.

The most important thing is that he also climbed up the relationship of the Zhang family.

Ji Wei pondered for a moment, and readily agreed, "That would be disrespectful."

...

After sending Ji Wei away, Zhang Quan couldn't help but said, "Master, Young Master, this Ji Wei is a famous bastard in the town. What if he has some crooked thoughts?"

There were no outsiders at this time, Zhang Mingyuan had a biscuit in his left hand and a biscuit in his right hand, eating happily. Wen Yan glanced at Zhang Quan and said unhappily: "Uncle Quan, there is a saying that 'a gentleman does not avoid the beauty of others, and does not speak of the evil of others'. Those who talk about people's right and wrong behind their back are not gentlemen. Let's not talk about how Brother Ji used to be, There is nothing wrong with what Ming Yuan has seen today, and he will not alienate others because of what others say."

After speaking, he picked up another biscuit.

Zhang Quan had a bitter face. He knew that the young master in the family had been studying in the house since he was a child, and he kept his mouth shut about the words of the sage. He hasn't read many books, so he can't understand these words very well, but people's hearts are sinister. He has lived half a life longer than him, and he can always understand better.

This time it's good, if you don't listen, don't talk, the young master is blaming him.

"Zhang Quan, be careful."

The old man Zhang opened his drooping eyelids and said a few words, not very loud, but very majestic.

Zhang Quan didn't dare to let out the air immediately, closed his mouth, hunched his waist, and stepped aside.

"Father, what do you think of Brother Ji?" Zhang Mingyuan's mouth was full of biscuits, his cheeks were puffed up, his speech was slurred, and his eyes looked at his father with reliance.

"A wise man."

Mr. Zhang patted Zhang Mingyuan on the shoulder, and his tone was more gentle: "People who are about to get married and start a business, need to believe in themselves more."

After he finished speaking, he got up and grabbed his cane, copied it with his hand, and walked away slowly.

Zhang Mingyuan stared blankly at the biscuits that had lost half of them in an instant, gritted his teeth, wrapped the oil paper bag and went back to the house.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the master of Ziyue Pavilion for 20 bottles of nutrient solution~

Chapter 17

When came out of Zhang's house, it was still early.

Ji Wei stood at the fork in the road and hesitated. After thinking about it, he took another road and didn't go home.

Zhao Lizi's house is at the entrance of the village, a long way from the West Alley.

If Ji Wei wanted to get home in time for dinner, he had to speed up the road.

So he walked for a while and then started to trot.

Many people passed by on the road, and some people pointed at his back.

"What are you running, I almost hit someone!"

"How do you look at the figure, he looks like the bully on West Street."

"Whatever we do, it's getting dark, let's go!"

Ji Wei had to cross East and West Second Street, and then walk for a long time before he could see a small wooden house near the foot of the mountain.

That is Zhao Cripple's house.

One of the reasons for staying away from the crowd is that Zhao Lame has an odd personality and doesn't like dealing with people. Second, because Zhao lame raises sheep for a living and needs to herd sheep to graze, he has inconvenience in his legs and feet, and he travels between the two places all day long.

Before he got to Zhao Lame's house, he saw a man sitting on the weedy open space in front of the wooden house. Looking at the back, Zhao Lame had no doubts.

Just what is he sitting there doing?

Ji Wei knew that besides being in the house, the lame only wanted sheepfolds and rarely changed places. It was impossible to sit on the ground outside like this.

When he was about to approach Zhao Cripple, he heard a weak bark.

Ji Wei looked around and saw nothing.

Zhao Lame was startled by this movement and turned his head to look at him. Seeing that it was Ji Wei, there was a momentary twist on that stiff and gloomy face, making it impossible to tell whether it was disgust or joy.

He turned so sideways, and Ji Wei saw the little milk dog playing on his lap.

Originally, it was lying on all fours in the sky, rolling and acting like a spoiled child in front of Zhao Cripple.

As soon as he saw Ji Wei, he got up and faced him vigilantly.

It looks small, only a little bigger than a man's slap.

The lanugo is fine and soft, the black ears flutter in the wind, the four paws are snow-white, the back is a large patch of black hair, and there is a short white-haired tail, which looks like a little white dog with a black apron.