The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 103 Embarrassed

Zuo Wenkang's confession was very thorough.

He recounted in detail all the skills he possessed in his previous life.

He frankly admitted that the cultural education he received in the Feng Dynasty was limited, and even if the Zuo clan were granted a pardon in the future, he would not be confident in continuing to take the imperial examinations.

Gan Minglan: The court is in such a mess now that even a minor official of the seventh rank can lose his head at any time. What's the point of taking the imperial examination?
In chaotic times, force is still the only option!
With her skills, it would be extremely easy for her to establish herself in such an environment.

After hearing his wife's repeated assurances that she would prioritize his own safety and not let their unborn daughter be harmed, Zuo Wenkang was completely relieved.

The woman is in charge of external affairs, and the man is in charge of internal affairs!
The couple happily accepted this division of labor in the household from now on.
The next day, early morning.

Fatty woke up naturally.

As usual, I first went to my mother to be affectionate and touched the roundness in her belly.

And while he was at it, he glanced at his father.

Yes, it's another day with both parents together.

However, he soon noticed something was wrong.

He glanced left at his father, who was grinning foolishly, and right at his mother, who was all serious.

The little guy rubbed his eyes with his chubby paws.

His father's expression was like that of the red date candy he'd been tricked into eating with maltose; he was grinning so wide it was almost unbearable to look at.

Although his mother didn't smile, her eyes, which were even bigger than his, curved into crescents several times.

Fatty is very familiar with this micro-expression.

Mother is happy!
The chubby boy, resting his chin on his chubby hand, asked: "Did Daddy and Mommy sneak off to eat something good early this morning behind my back?!"

For example, the braised pork bun in Tongguan town?
Slurp, the braised pork in that steamed bun is absolutely delicious.

On his first day in the city, he ate four of them in one go.

As a result, he ate too much and his mother punished him by making him stand for half an hour.

After that, he was only allowed to eat two at each meal!

It wasn't enough! I didn't get enough to eat!
Hmph, I'm not happy that my parents won't take me out for braised pork buns!
The little one started whimpering and snuggled against his mother, twisting into a big, fat pretzel.

at the same time.

Having observed the couple's interactions and expressions, Ms. Luo, an experienced woman, felt a pang of unease.

Good heavens, they shouldn't have let this family of three stay in such a small single room!

She quickly pulled her son aside and whispered a warning:

"Your wife is already over six months pregnant, so you'd better hold back if you don't want to!"

At first, Zuo Wenkang did not understand what Luo was trying to say.

After the other party gave him a series of winks and hints, he finally realized what he was being told to hold back.

His face turned bright red in an instant.

He's been completely wronged!
His current intimate relationship with his wife is limited to holding hands once.

Besides, Fatty was sleeping between the two of them.

His mother really dares to think!

It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned it.

In the original owner's memories, there were quite a few instances of the couple engaging in sexual relations.

With such a beautiful and alluring woman by his side, it's impossible for him not to have any thoughts.

The more you try not to think about it, the more you can't stop.

Then, then, he got a nosebleed early in the morning.

Seeing the teasing look his wife gave him, Zuo Wenkang wanted to crawl into a mouse hole.

Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed!

Seeing her son's predicament, Luo quickly pinched his nose to stop the bleeding.

He became increasingly certain of his previous guess.

He secretly planned that if the officials allowed him to stay overnight at the post station in the future, he would definitely put his daughter-in-law in his own room.

Nowadays, the daughter-in-law is the pillar of the family; they can't live without her!

The wolf attack, coupled with the battle with the gold mine villagers that day, resulted in more than half of the men and officials in the exile group being injured.

During their stay in Tongguan City, the only clinic in the ancient city saw a visibly booming business due to their arrival. In particular, those who could afford it would bring several bottles of wound medicine for treating external injuries.

Zuo Chixia was the one without conditions.

His arm was also slashed open with a large gash.

He still clearly remembered how his master's wife stopped the bleeding after he was bitten by a wolf that day, and how she had his wife wash his wounds with the salt water that his master's wife had brought him after the battle.

Then, it drank most of the water in the water bag.

The next few days.

He drank more water than usual when Fatty brought him.

Only six days have passed so far.

Compared to the wounds of those officials who had been treated with wound medicine, which were still red, swollen, and even festering.

The large cut on his arm had dried up and scabbed over successfully.

The mother and son tacitly regarded the diluted salt water that Gan Minglan had personally prepared as a miracle cure.

If you have any health problems, drink it!
Actually, Mrs. She had tried adding salt water herself before.

However, whether you boil the coarse salt in boiling water or dissolve it in warm water, it won't work.

The bitter taste in the water just wouldn't go away.

Not to mention the one prepared by my master's wife, which had a light saltiness with a hint of herbs and wood, and a slightly sweet aftertaste.

Lady She: I cannot do it!

The master and mistress saved the mother and son a lot of money on medicine to treat their injuries.

After arriving at Tongguan City, the mother and son did not rest for even half a day.

They spend at least seven hours a day weaving hemp shoes!
These are the same kind of hemp shoes that Zuo Wenkang taught the soldiers of the Tianshui County Garrison—durable, breathable, and suitable for long-distance travel.

Although Tongguan City had few literati who were fond of refined pursuits, it had a large number of soldiers.

These durable hemp shoes still have a good market.

Also, because the patterns that Zuo Wenkang taught them to weave were more novel and sturdier than the old-fashioned hemp shoes in Tongguan City, the grocery store owners were willing to pay them eighty coins a pair.

Despite his young age, Zuo Chixia's skills were far superior to those of She Shi, and he could weave four pairs of fabric a day.

His mother only has two pairs!
Six pairs of shoes, 480 coins. After deducting the cost of the hemp thread, I can still make a profit of 400 coins.

The braised pork buns in Tongguan City only cost ten coins each!
Earning 400 coins a day is considered a high income.

It wasn't just Zuo Chixia and her son who were working day and night to earn copper coins.

The men in that small team led by Zuo Wenkang were all involved in compiling the script.

On average, each person can knit three pairs a day.

In their words, they were all made to their own size.

I don't care how many I make, since I can keep the unsold ones for myself.

Along their journey, especially after crossing mountains and traversing the ancient Hangu Pass road, they truly appreciated the benefits of these hemp shoes.

Durable, extremely durable!

The escorting officers naturally wouldn't stop these people from making money.

The point is to let the sheep raise their wool.

Only when new wool grows can it be harvested again.

They even bought several mule carts in the city.

They were still using the pork from the beautiful Xi Shi, and the chestnut horse cost ten taels of silver a day for rent.

The chestnut horse was taken away by them.

As a result, the horse, having recognized its master, ignored the officials who fed it hay and bean cakes every day.

If you're not careful, it might spray your face with its nasal breath.

The chubby boy from that pork beauty's house could easily coax her away with just a piece of maltose.

If it weren't against the rules of exile, the officials would have loved to sell the horse directly to this family.

Seriously, it's infuriating!