The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 429 Part 1

Chapter 429

That evening there was a full table of dishes, all cooked by Zhao Ger, with Yang Mingyi and Zhou Ger helping out. The children didn't know what was going on. Although Guaizai understood a little, he didn't dare say a word. Seeing his two little brothers eating happily with their bowls, he silently ate too.

When Meng Ruqing saw that Fang Zichen was willing to come out and eat, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had to eat—he hadn't eaten anything at noon. As the saying goes, people are iron and food is steel; skip a meal and you'll be starving. No matter what's troubling you, you have to get a few bowls of rice in you first.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 428 Part 3

Fang Zichen truly didn't know what to do, and he couldn't describe what he was feeling right now. He didn't even know how to handle it. If it hadn't been said out loud, then even though it was Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing's first meeting, they had been sending things to the house all along, and Fang Zichen would definitely have treated them warmly, making them feel like they'd come home.

But now that it was all out in the open, he suddenly didn't know how to face them.

It was completely unexpected, and it caught him off guard.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 428 Part 2

"Mmhm! Didn't Guaizai write to Father and Daddy about it? As soon as Guaizai put on Father's red underwear, Guaizai beat everyone in the world—Superman invincible amazing." Guaizai giggled.

Fang Zichen's heart jumped into his throat. He looked at his little bottom: "You... where did you put them on?"

Guaizai patted his head. "On the head! Guaizai's butt is still small, can't fit them."

Fang Zichen: "......"

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 428 Part 1

Chapter 428

Guaizai's giggling carried far into the distance. Watching them, Qin Hengxuan understood why Guaizai liked hanging around his father so much—even serious business could be turned into play. Right now he saw Guaizai pounce onto a pig's back, lying on top of it, hugging its neck and shouting: "Father, Father, Guaizai caught a big piggy, come quick!"

Fang Zichen grabbed a pig cage woven from bamboo and ran a few steps to the front of the pig. When the pig charged toward him, he scooped both the pig and his son right into the cage.

Meng Ruqing: "..."

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 427 Part 3

The group traveled straight through the night and reached Anhe Village the next morning.

Before they even entered the village, they heard a commotion up ahead. Guaizai faintly thought he heard Fang Zichen's voice too. He hurriedly jumped down from the carriage and looked up — his eyes went wide instantly.

Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing got down as well, looked at the scene before them, and were also dumbfounded, unable to figure out what was going on.

Up ahead in the fields, over forty pigs were running all over the place.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 427 Part 2

Qinzhou was close to Hezhou, and it happened to be cold weather, so every household was cooking less. These days most common folk used lard, which solidified when it got cold. They heard from the people in Shangyang that sweet potato noodles stewed with bone broth were absolutely delicious.

Though fortune favors the bold and starvation awaits the timid — doing business requires courage — at first everyone was afraid to take too much. They just thought they'd get a few hundred catties and see how it went.

Later, of course, they sold well — gone in just two days. 

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 427 Part 1

Chapter 427

During the time Guaizai was away, the two of them had clung to Meng Ruqing desperately every night. At noon, once they'd eaten their fill, it didn't matter if Meng Ruqing wasn't around—they could play with Old Madam Qin, dance for her, sing for her, or run around outside. But the moment night fell, they'd start whining for Meng Ruqing.

Sometimes when Meng Ruqing was busy and couldn't come in time, the two little ones would sit on a stool and silently shed tears. Then they'd call Uncle Tang over and ask if he could cook them two bowls of noodles—they missed their dad so much they could die, they were pining away, and their final wish was one bowl of noodles each, the kind with two catties of pork and three fried eggs.