The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 408 Part 3

When they caught up with the group, Zhao Ger saw that the three of them looked a bit bedraggled, and the sack wasn't even full.

That wild pear tree was quite old—it was huge, with plenty of pears. It looked like more than just one sack's worth.

His husband was the kind who'd strip a chicken to the bone and pluck every last feather off a passing goose. Normally, if the sack wasn't full, he definitely wouldn't come back. What happened today? Did something go wrong? But it didn't seem like anything had gone wrong, because the two children seemed very happy, their eyes shining, laughing the whole time, clearly excited.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 408 Part 2

Fang Zichen said seriously: "Next time, don't give the children sugar water."

Uncle Tang said: "Then isn't the white sugar I bought last time going to waste?"

"How could it go to waste? The children can't drink it, but I can! After the children go to sleep, secretly make me some." Fang Zichen looked left and right like a thief, making sure no one was around, then handed him a water skin: "Once it's made, pour it in here."

Uncle Tang: "…"

So he came prepared! The master had probably been eyeing his three catties of white sugar for a long time.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 408 Part 1

Chapter 408

When the convoy behind caught up and heard the whole story, Fang Zichen smiled broadly, grabbed the old man’s basket, and refused to let go, saying to him, "This is all something this official ought to do. You’re too polite. Take it back, take it back. Aiyo, so heavy. Old man, if you have to carry it back again, that won’t be easy! Then I’ll reluctantly accept it!"

When the old man heard the prefect had accepted it, he smiled so much his face wrinkled up.

But having accepted the old man’s and not others’ would be hard to justify.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 407 Part 3

Liuliu and Guaizai muttered something to each other. Then Liuliu suddenly turned his head back and shouted, "Uncle Fang, I’m a little hungry. I want to eat instant noodles. Can I?"

Yesterday, when he came with Zhou Ger to escort goods, Guaizai had clung to Fang Zichen’s leg at night and said his little friend had come, and that children should learn to share. He wanted to use his favorite food to treat Liuliu. Was that okay?

Fang Zichen thought he was going to kill a chicken, so he let him do as he liked. In the end, Guaizai took out ten packs of instant noodles, then went to the chicken coop in the back and caught a chicken. Zhao Ger said he would go take a look, and then the three of them squatted in the kitchen for most of the night and didn’t come out. Liuliu liked eating it too, and now he kept thinking about instant noodles.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 407 Part 2

The sweet potato noodles were also transported over. Zhou Ger personally led the team. The paper mill's goods were loaded too.

In the end, there were sixteen carts of cargo, plus three carriages specifically for passengers, twenty imperial guards, plus managers from each factory—nine people in all.

On the day of departure, the procession was mighty and grand, stretching so far the end couldn't be seen.

The common folk of Hezhou had never seen such a spectacle! It was truly magnificent.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 407 Part 1

Chapter 407 

Gungun and Dandan's eyes went wide. Fang Zichen said, "Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, go ask your daddy. But your daddy wasn't fat when he was little—he was chubby and cute. Then he got captured by a tiger demon. Your daddy lived with those people for over half a year, and then he turned into a tigress. Now when your daddy gets angry, tell me—are you scared or not?"

"Scared," Gungun and Dandan said.

"So you two, ah, oh f*ck—" Before Fang Zichen could even finish his sentence, he suddenly jumped up. Zhao Ger had appeared behind him at some point, holding an embroidery needle in his hand.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 406 Part 3

Fang Zichen held Zhao Ger and kissed his round cheeks twice, saying softly: "Your face seems a bit plumper. It's like kissing jelly."

Zhao Ger touched his own face: "Really?"

"Mm!" Fang Zichen pinched his cheek, held him with one arm, gently bit his ear, then laughed softly: "Have you been secretly eating instant noodles again?"

"No." Zhao Ger's heart was racing. The warm, moist sensation was like electricity, making him shiver involuntarily. Even his small nose was slightly sweaty.

Zhao Ger struggled a little, but without much effort. He said quietly: "Stop messing around. I'm busy at home!"