The dining table was cleaned up and the maid wiped it clean. She stood up and put it aside. She also brushed the bowls and chopsticks, brushing it out as clean as it was.

The servant also stood up and asked the maid to put the stool aside. The shopkeeper was standing, so it was not convenient for them to sit.

The butler drank tea, rinsed his mouth with tea, and spit it on the ground. Everyone stood up, but Fei Teng squatted in front of the stove, and he was drinking porridge. The butler said to the workers: "This is the end of today's work. You and I will go to the inn with me later. I have asked the inn shopkeeper to keep the room."

"The person who went to the south gate has not come back yet. When they come back, we will have another meal at the inn." Qian Xiwu said.

"What, do you still have to drink?" The butler wanted to drink tea and see Qian Xiwu.

"Drink some more and eat some good dishes." Qian Xiwu wanted to drink some more wine and eat some good food in the evening.

After drinking a sip of tea, the housekeeper said, "You haven't done your job well. You'll go to the inn tonight. There's no wine or good. There's only one bowl of braised noodles and a small bowl of braised noodles." The housekeeper gave Qian Xiwu and the others a hand to draw a bowl of how big it was.

All of them were full. When they saw the big bowl of braised noodles, they all said, "Is that bowl too small?"

"Who can eat that big bowl?" Qian Xiwu said.

"If you can't do good work, just eat more. If you want to eat well, you have to do good work. If you don't do good work, I want to applaud you, that's impossible." The housekeeper replied to him.

"That little bowl is too small. They are all for work. Can you eat enough?" He Bufan asked.

"Can't you eat enough?" asked the housekeeper.

"Can you eat enough? They are all men and they are working. It's okay if they don't work, but they can't work. If you give them some food, you will have to be hungry at night." He Bufan said.

After taking a sip of tea, the housekeeper said, "Then add another steamed bun, is this enough?"

"It's okay to add a steamed bun or a steamed bun. You may not be able to hold it if you add a steamed bun. Two, two can fill it. What if you order some food?" He Bufan said.

"Well, then I'll go back to the house first." The shopkeeper pointed to his house.

"Two" the butler was about to speak, and looked at the shopkeeper, he said, "Why, are you going back to the house?"

"Go back to the house." The shopkeeper replied. After saying that, the shopkeeper turned around and walked out of the house.

"Why don't you give it to me?" The butler gave it to the shopkeeper.

This is like his family? The shopkeeper left the house and stopped and wanted to take a look. He didn't look at it, but stopped and went to the house.

The shopkeeper left, and the housekeeper said to the workers: "Don't mess around with others. You should rest on the construction site and rest. Don't stroll around in their yard and walk into their house?"

"It's nothing, I've gone into the house to eat the food." Qian Xiwu didn't care about that.

"Be careful about the impact. You are working for the village yamen, not for you. If you work for yourself, I will not care about you." The butler looked at the workers and said, "If you have nothing to do, don't stand in other people's kitchen. Go to the construction site and sit at the construction site." The butler stretched out his hands outside the door.

The housekeeper gave it away, Qian Xiwu looked at it and saw Fei Teng drinking porridge there.

"Let's go, don't stay in the house." The butler glanced at Fei Teng and ignored him. He Bufan, Qian Xiwu, and He Feng went out first. After saying that, he left. The butler left the house, and He Bufan, Qian Xiwu and the others followed him out.

Fei Teng squatted at the worker who looked at him and scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

All the housekeepers and workers went out, Fei Teng looked up at the servants, "I'll go out after drinking the porridge."

The two servants didn't care what he was going out, and responded politely to him without saying anything.

The maid was fine, only the worker's bowls and chopsticks that had been hurt, and the pot that had been cooked by him. She said, "You can eat the rice, just brush the bowls and chopsticks yourself, just put the pot."

Fei Teng responded to the maid twice and drank his porridge.

The maid went out and went back to her own house.

The two servants had nothing to do, so they discussed going to the thatched cottage.

The two servants went there and went to the thatched cottage. In the kitchen, only Fei Teng was left. The kitchen was empty and seemed quiet. Fei Teng squatted there, looking at the shopkeeper's kitchen and looking at the kitchen.

Fei Teng took a few sips of the porridge, but the porridge was left. His mouth was bad and he couldn't drink the porridge quickly. He also wanted to drink the porridge spoon by spoon. After drinking the porridge, he got up, stamped one foot, and his legs were numb. He placed the bowls and chopsticks on the wall of the stove, pressed the wall of the stove and lifted the lid of the pot with a spoon inside to scoop the porridge.

Fei Teng scooped all the porridge in the pot, scooped the porridge, and his legs also slowed down.

Fei Teng brought the porridge and went to the stool to drink it. Sitting on the stool to drink it, looking in front of you, and looking out.

The housekeeper brought the workers to the construction site, and he said, "You find a place to sit at the construction site, wait for them to come back, and take you to the inn. When you are tired, go to the room to sleep."

The workers were full and drank, and they all lazily looked for a place to sit. Qian Xiwu took off his shoes, hang them, and even picked up socks with his hands. Once Qian Xiwu took off his shoes, it smelled smelly feet, smelly shoes, smelly socks.

He Bufan sat two steps away, covering his mouth and nose: "Brother, have you ever smoked your feet?"

He Feng sat three or four steps away, covering his mouth and nose with his hands: "The smell of feet is quite strong, and it smells so hot."

The housekeeper was looking at the cart of horse meat and looking at the streets, and he also smelled Qian Xiwu's feet. Looking back, he covered his mouth and nose and said, "Can you stop your feet? It's smelly."

"It's comfortable to dry your feet." Qian Xiwu looked at the butler.

"You're so scented?" The housekeeper covered his mouth and nose with his hands and looked at Qian Xiwu's feet.

Qian Xiwu wanted to dry his feet, but he felt it smelled bad. Qian Xiwu said, "I'll dry my feet. If you don't want to smell it, stay away. When I dry my feet, get closer to me."

He Bufan sat far away, and he thought, I won’t go to your place after you have dried it.

He Feng also sat far away, and he thought to himself, "Come on my seat after you have it down."

Qian Xi was smelly with five legs. The housekeeper covered his mouth and nose and took a few steps back. He looked at the workers and turned around to see the horse meat. Before the horse meat was sold out, he had to continue selling horse meat.

When we arrived at the car, the butler picked up the knife for cutting the meat and looked at the meat. The meat should be sold. If it can’t be sold today, it should be delicious. If it has flavor, it will not be easy to sell. It is best to sell more today. The butler shouted: "I'm selling horse meat! No matter what it is, two copper coins per kilogram. Come and buy it quickly. The quantity is limited, until it is sold out!"

The housekeeper shouted at horse meat and watched the people on the street shout.

"I'm selling horse meat, two copper coins per pound!"

There were dinner in the village, and there were people on the streets, but there were not as many as before. The housekeeper shouted for a moment, and three or four people gathered in front of the car. One of the women asked, "How is your horse meat?" The woman asked and pressed the horse meat with her hands.

"This is good horse meat. The village owner just killed it for a while. Look at it fresh. It's not a frightening person." The housekeeper asked the woman to look at the horse meat.

"The village owner killed the horse, the village owner killed the horse?" the woman asked with her hands fiddling with her flesh.

"It was killed by the village owner. This is horse meat sold by the village yamen. It was sold to the villagers, otherwise it would not be so cheap." The housekeeper replied.

"Where is this horse meat a pound?" asked a middle-aged man.

"Two copper coins per pound, no one can deceive you." The housekeeper replied to him.
Chapter completed!