Chapter 3： poor family

Chen Xing heard Gu Lang's question and shook his head subconsciously, saying that he didn't know.

Looking at Chen Xing's silly appearance, Gu Lang's lips curled up, and his thin lips opened lightly and slowly said, "My father made the dowry at that time, in order to show sincerity. I gave away two shops on Chen's East Street, ten acres of fertile land in the west area, and two hundred taels of silver grain."

Chen Xing has only been wearing it for a few days and is not very clear about the prices here, but I always feel that these things are quite a lot, but I don't know how much they are worth.

Gu Lang looked at Chen Xing's slightly confused expression, and continued: "If you don't believe it, I still have the gift list here, would you like to take a look?"

Hearing Gu Lang say this, Chen Xing shook his head quickly, Gu Lang said the same, there is still reason for him not to believe, after all, there is no need to lie to him.

Gu Lang coughed, and his pale complexion became more and more bloodless. After the cough subsided, he continued: "Do you know what I went to Chen's house some time ago?"

Chen Xing looked at him and guessed carefully: "Go and let the Chen family fulfill the marriage contract?"

Gu Lang stared at Chen Xing's clean eyes and laughed, "The Gu family looks like this now, even if Gu is overly self-sufficient, he knows that the Chen family will never send their daughter here. I suffered, so the last time I went was just to break the engagement and get back my Gu family's things, who knows..."

The meaning of Gu Lang's words was incomplete, Chen Xing understood at once, who knew that the Chen family would find him a fake to replace them in order not to return the betrothal gifts.

Being stared at by Gu Lang's amber eyes, Chen Xing didn't know why he felt a little guilty, and at the same time he cursed the Chen family too much.

Chen Xing felt guilty for a moment, quickly remembered his purpose, mustered the courage to look at Gu Lang, and continued: "Well, I will try my best to make money to pay you back, you can promise to wait for me to earn it. After you get the money, will you give me back my deed of sale?"

Gu Lang didn't expect Chen Xing to react like this after he said so much. He stared at Chen Xing's clear eyes for a while, and suddenly felt that he was a little cute and innocent. He curled the corners of his lips and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Gu Lang looked at Chen Xing's eyes that suddenly lit up, making him feel that the person who sent him was not useless, at least stupid and cute.

Gu Lang coughed a few more times and looked at the happy Chen Xing, "Before you pay back the money, you will live in this mansion, and this will be your room from now on."

"Mmmm, thank you." Chen Xing looked at him and nodded desperately, thinking that Gu Lang was a good person, not only did he not anger him, but he even let him live here.

Gu Lang took a deep look at Chen Xing, turned and left the room.

Until the door was closed again, Chen Xing sat down on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief. He originally thought that Gu Lang was not going to have a good time, but he didn't expect the young master of the Gu family to be so talkative.

However, Chen Xing still felt that he had to figure out the prices here as soon as possible, know how to make money, and return the money to Gu Lang as soon as possible. When he gets his deed of selling himself, he will find a place to open a small restaurant. He believes that with his own craftsmanship, it is impossible to starve to death.

Chen Xing made up his mind and was ready to go to bed, only then did he realize that the bedding under his **** was very soft, comparable to the Simmons bed he slept on in his previous life.

Chen Xing tilted his head a little puzzled, is this ancient craft better than modern? It's just that this thought flashed in his mind for a moment, and then he left it behind. After all, there are even men who can give birth here. What's wrong with the developed handicrafts?

The next day, when Chen Xing opened his eyes, he found that it was almost dawn outside, and suddenly woke up with a shock, and hurriedly got out of bed.

It wasn't until Chen Xing saw the surrounding decorations when he put on his shoes that he remembered that he was no longer in Chen's house, but at Gu's house. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down in getting dressed.

When he packed himself up and opened the door to go out, he was taken aback by the scene outside. The passageway, the rest of the place is covered with weeds of different heights. If we meet at night, we will definitely think that this is the haunted house in the deserted village.

Chen Xing looked around and found that not only was there no one, but there was no extra voice, and suddenly felt even more terrifying. At this moment, he saw smoke floating not far away, he hesitated and touched it in that direction.

When he found what looked like a kitchen, he saw a man squatting in front of a gurgling cauldron, carefully fanning the fire.

Chen Xing hesitated for a long time by the door. Seeing that the man was only concentrating on cooking the medicine, without the slightest intention to distract himself, he couldn't help but say, "Well, hello."

The man responded quickly, and when he turned around, Chen Xing saw that the person squatting there looked quite young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old.

When the man saw Chen Xing for the first time, there was a little doubt in his eyes, and then he seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "You are the new wife of the young master!"

Chen Xing felt that this title embarrassed him, and he said embarrassingly: "Don't call me my wife, just call me Chen Xing. By the way, what is your name?"

The boy looked at him for a while, then nodded, "My name is Qiu Jiu."

Seeing that the boy was very talkative, Chen Xing walked over slowly and asked him about the mansion, "What are you doing here? Is there anyone else in this mansion?"

"I'm helping the son to make medicine, the son is not in good health, so he has to drink the medicine after getting up in the morning." Qiu Jiu paused and continued: "In this mansion, there were only me and the son. Now, plus you, there are three people in total. By the way, I will help the young master to finish the medicine and make breakfast later. Is there anything you don't want to eat?"

Chen Xing was curious, "What do you do every day?"

Qiu Jiu scratched his head, showed a silly smile, and said a little embarrassedly: "I will only bottom, and then put some toppings on top."

The topping is a pickle, and it tastes very weird.

Chen Xing looked at the teenager who was squatting there and asked tangled: "Isn't your young master not in good health? Is it okay to eat like this every day?"

Hearing this, Qiu Jiu sighed very melancholy, and sighed like an old man: "Isn't it impossible, my young master is very poor! I don't have any talent, so I can only do it. Originally, I thought that the young master's success in quitting his relatives and getting back the dowry would improve the conditions of the family, who knows..."

Qiu Jiuxiang suddenly realized something, and quickly stopped the conversation, looking at Chen Xing with some embarrassment.

Chen Xing didn't mind what he imagined, after all, what Qiu Jiu said was the truth.

Looking at the embarrassed young man, Chen Xing smiled at him, "If you don't mind, let me make breakfast. Does your young master have any taboos?"

Qiu Jiu looked at his clean face and asked suspiciously, "Can you?"

Chen Xing hooked the corners of his lips, and his whole person was a little brighter, "I still have some experience in cooking."

Qiu Jiu looked at him suspiciously, thinking of the young master's orders, but he didn't stop him, and even told him that everything in the kitchen could be used at will.

Chen Xing responded and began to work on the stove, but to his surprise, the Gu family's stove was not used much or because Qiu Jiu was more diligent. clean. What makes him even more happy is that there are as many things in the kitchen as there are, and even fresh ingredients are prepared.

Qiu Jiu boiled the medicine by the side, looked at Chen Xing and only wondered when he saw those things, then happily started cooking, only feeling that this new lady seemed a little stupid.

In his own hands, until he gradually changed from clumsy to skilled, he felt that this new lady still seemed to have some merit.

Soon, a strong smell of meat porridge wafted from the kitchen.

Qiu Jiu, who was boiling the medicine next to her, swallowed her saliva when she smelled the aroma, and almost knocked over the bowl when she poured the medicine. Fortunately, he caught the falling bowl quickly, so he was able to save his achievements. After doing all this, he glanced at Chen Xing and was relieved to see that he hadn't paid attention to him.

Chen Xing poured out three bowls of the cooked porridge, looked at Qiu Jiu who had already poured the medicine, and asked, "Do you need me to help you bring the porridge to your young master?"

Qiu Jiu picked up his meat porridge, shook his head, and said straight: "No, the young master can't eat anything that is too hot. Let's eat it first, and I will send it to the young master after we finish eating. , the temperature is just right."

Chen Xing did not reluctantly heard the words, nodded and picked up his bowl and ate.

Gu Langzhao got up at the usual time, and when he finished washing, he came to the outside room, only to see that in addition to the bowl of medicine he usually drinks on the table, there was an extra bowl that looked like Very tasty lean meat porridge.

Gu Lang raised his eyes to look at Qiu Jiu who was standing beside him, and asked suspiciously, "Did you buy it outside?"

Qiu Jiu heard his young master ask about this porridge, and said with a bright face: "Sir, this porridge was made by Chen Xing. I think that even if I spend the money to buy something that can cook like this, It's worth it."

Gu Lang glanced at him, and Qiu Jiu immediately stopped talking.

After Gu Lang finished drinking the medicine and ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, he suddenly agreed with Qiu Jiu's words. He slowly finished the bowl of porridge that was more than he usually eats, and raised his eyes to take a look Qiu Jiu, who couldn't wait to say something next to him, asked lightly, "What about others?"

"Chen Xing said he was going outside to see what kind of business to make money, and he would come back at noon to cook. Son, do you think we should prepare the ingredients for noon in advance?"