On the morning of October 10, fog surrounded the entire Feng Mansion.
Uncle Ping was sitting under the eaves, still humming.
He followed the tune and beat the beat gently.
"Ah!" His voice was choked by a mouthful of phlegm.
He patted his chest and coughed twice, cough cough~
He lowered his head, spit on the ground, and said: It almost choked me to death.
He raised his legs to wipe the phlegm on the floor.
"Huh!" A gust of cold wind blew in along the door of the house.
He held his chest with his hands and muttered: It's strange, why is the wind so cold! The blowing made my bones tingle inside.
He stood up and walked away timidly.
"Uncle Ping, where do you want to go? Do you want to do it or not?" Uncle Fan walked into the house and shouted:
Uncle Ping turned around and responded: Whether I do it or not is none of your business.
Uncle Fan smiled and said: Of course, of course, I don’t want you to eat the fart.
Uncle Ping held his hands and said: You kid came back so soon, Zhihua didn't stop you.
Uncle Fan replied: Why did she stop me?
Uncle Ping continued: Do you understand that a little farewell is better than a newlywed?
Uncle Fan replied: Shut up.
Ping Bo argued: I'll just say it! You don't know how to be charming. I don't see you a few times a year. This time, Master Feng has granted you leave. You won't stay for a few more days to relieve my loneliness. You have to celebrate the New Year at least... ···
"You're an old man, you're in your sixties - you're still thinking about the things that young people do, you speak without restraint, your mouth is like a toilet, specially used for dealing with shit, I and you have done the same thing How can my grandparents be like you, thinking about trivial things all day long?" Uncle Fan interrupted:
Ping Bo said: "Don't say such high-sounding words!" Tell the truth, have you thought about it?
Also, stop showing off in front of me. Being a grandfather at this age is nothing special!
But I can’t figure out how you, the flower of discord, can be your grandfather...
"You bastard, the older you get, the more and more out of tune you say. Please tell me what's going on in the house!" Fan Bo shouted:
Pingbo replied: No! Calm and calm.
"Seriously, if you go back this time, your body won't be broken down, right?" Ping Bo continued:
Uncle Fan replied: You have seen that I am in good health!
However, during the days after my mother's funeral, my voice became a little hoarse.
Pingbo was trembling all over and asked: Have you taken any medicine?
Uncle Fan said: What are you taking medicine for? I'm not sick.
Ping Bo then said: Your throat!
Uncle Fan replied: My throat is fine.
Every time I think of my mother, I feel like needles pricking my heart. It was so difficult for her when I was a child. Even now, I still can't let her live a comfortable life, not even after her death... ···
"Xiao Wenzi, you are too unreasonable to worry about things. I am too lazy to talk to you here. The weather is so cold, I have to go in and add some clothes." Ping Bo trembled and got in.
Uncle Fan joked: Xiao Pingzi, please wear thicker clothes, don't freeze your old legs.
Uncle Ping said: My legs are old, but your legs are still tender!
Uncle Fan was speechless for a moment and muttered: A motherless child is like a blade of grass.
He walked to his room, "touched" his pocket, and whispered: Weird, the key was clearly in his pocket, why is it missing now!
He put down his luggage and searched back and forth.
"Oh! I put the key in my pocket over here." He said blankly:
He took out the key and hurried to open the door.
"Pong" he pushed the door hard.
He was carrying his luggage and was about to enter the house.
"Uncle Fan, you have returned home." Afeng shouted:
Uncle Fan turned sideways and said, "Yes! I just came back, where is Feng going?"
Why don't you come in and sit down?
Ah Feng replied: "I won't sit down anymore. The old lady and the young master are discussing things. I have to go back after taking a walk."
Uncle Fan smiled and said: That's it! See you later.
"See you later." Ah Feng walked slowly with her feet in hand.
Uncle Fan opened the door and thought about it in his mind. He had gone back to attend the funeral these days, and he hadn't even gone on vacation yet. These were gifts from Master Feng and his mother and son. In addition to Zhihua's relationship with the old lady, he would not be able to go on vacation today. After returning to the house, I had to inform the old lady and the others and say thank you!
He took his luggage into the house and ran away.
as he ran out the door.
A gust of cold wind hit me.
He quickly lowered his head and muttered: When I was walking just now, I didn't feel the slightest bit cold. I just entered the house for a while!
He rushed into the house and rummaged through the boxes.
He found a long gown, put it on and left.
He arrived at the door of the old lady's room, "knocked" on the door, and called: Old lady, young master, are you in there?
Mr. Feng opened the door and said, "Xiaofanzi, you are back."
Uncle Fan nodded and replied: Yes.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, come in quickly, it's cold outside." Feng Caizhu shouted:
Uncle Fan walked into the house and said: Master, I will close the door.
"Xiaofanzi, you go in." Feng Caizhu raised his chin and said:
Uncle Fan straightened up and walked slowly towards the inner room.
Financial Master Feng pushed the door and was about to close it.
"Master, can the servant come in?" Afeng ran over and asked:
Financial Master Feng put down his hand and replied: Come in quickly.
Ah Feng stepped in and closed the door immediately.
Uncle Fan said: Zhihua asked me to say hello to the old lady and her son for her. The slave can go back to bury her this time, thanks to the help of the old lady and her son...
"What are you talking about! It's no harm at all! Neither I nor Gui'er (Feng Caizhu) went to see your mother off, so in my heart..." the old lady responded:
"Old lady, take care of yourself! No matter how big or small it is, the house slave and Zhihua always come to disturb the old lady's purity. We and our husband are very sorry. The house slave doesn't talk about other things, just the matter of my mother's burial. It's It makes me feel deeply, the old lady’s kindness, and the young master’s generosity..." Uncle Fan continued:
"After going around for a long time, it's not just a matter of two ingots of silver. If all the relationships between us stop at those two ingots of silver! Wouldn't it hurt our feelings!" The old lady said:
Fan Bo thanked him and said: Thank you, old lady!
"Uncle Fan, you walked so fast. In the blink of an eye, you were here." Afeng stepped forward and said:
Uncle Fan smiled and said: Average, average.
Feng Caizhu yelled: Xiao Wanzi, why are you standing here talking! Visitors are not welcome here!
"The young master is joking! What kind of guest am I? I am the young master's slave." Uncle Fan replied:
Mr. Feng called out: "Xiao Wanzi, I don't treat you as a servant. You are my classmate and my best friend."
Fan Bo bowed and said: Thank you, Master! The domestic slave also pursues the benevolence of the young master and the relationship between Zhihua and the old lady...
"Uncle Fan, drink tea." Ah Feng brought over a cup of hot tea and called:
Uncle Fan took the tea and said: Ah Feng also said just now that the slave is here so quickly.
In fact, I came over before the house slave’s luggage was packed, and the house slave had to go back...
"Dinner is about to start, why are you going back? There is plenty of time to clean up in the afternoon, so you can stay and chat with us. No one will touch the things in your room. It doesn't matter if you go back sooner or later." Rich Master Feng interrupted:
Fan Bo took a sip of tea and said: No, no, no, I don't like to leave things alone, I like to solve them now.
Feng Caizhu said angrily: "Xiao Wanzi, you are really."
"Wanzi, sit down peacefully, I and Gui'er were still talking about you just now." The old lady said:
Uncle Fan then said, "Tell me about my business. What do I have to do?"
Mr. Feng responded: "I'm not used to you being away for a while. Let's guess when you can come back!"
Fan Bo said politely: The young master is worried, and the old lady is worried.
Financial Master Feng pointed at Fan Bo and said, "Look, you bowed again. Are you addicted to bowing?"
Haha~
"Old lady, it's dinner time." Bob stood outside the door and shouted:
Caizhu Feng responded: Thank you for your hard work, Bob, we will go right away.
Ah Feng walked to the old lady and said: Old lady, we are going to have dinner.
The old lady stood up and called out: "Wanzi, come with us to the hall."
Fan Bo bent down and replied: Yes.
"Uncle Fan, please close the door." Afeng called:
Uncle Fan then said: Don't worry, Ah Feng.
Rich Master Feng pushed Fan Bo and said, "Hurry up and I'll close the door."
Fan Bo said, "Let me come."
Mr. Feng said disdainfully: I want to close the door, but you have to fight with me.
Fan Bo smiled and followed Mr. Feng.
Afeng helped the old lady as soon as she stepped into the hall.
The eldest lady saluted and said: Mother, be well!
The old lady called out: "The eldest daughter-in-law doesn't need to be polite!"
"Hello, madam!" Fanbo walked into the hall and bowed:
The eldest lady raised her head and said with a smile: Uncle Fan has returned home. You are in good spirits. I am happy for my mother and husband. You have been back for the past few days...
"I'm so sorry, the slave! The slave has made the masters worried." Uncle Fan stepped forward and saluted the masters.
"Hey! Who did I think it was! Uncle Fan is back." The second lady stepped over the threshold and shouted:
Fan Bo said politely: "Hello, second lady!"
The second lady moved her body and asked: How is your wife, Zhihua, now?
Fan Bo replied: Thanks to the second lady, the flowers are very good.
Thank you second madam for the flower that the house slave gave me!
Feng Caizhu shouted: Xiaofanzi, sit down and eat.
"No, no, the domestic slave is a servant, how can the domestic slave be on an equal footing with the masters!" Fan Bo waved his hand and continued:
Mr. Feng argued: Why are you grinding? If I tell you to sit down, just sit down.
Besides, it’s not the first time you’ve sat down to eat with us, and you acted like a big girl getting into a sedan chair.
Uncle Fan said, "This time is different. I can't sit around the table and eat."
Mr. Feng responded: "It's indeed different. I saw that you were so busy all the way, so I let you sit down to eat."
I never thought you wouldn't appreciate it.
I mistook my good intentions for nothing.
"If you scold him well, he just needs scolding." Ping Bo praised:
Uncle Fan whispered: Why are you gloating about misfortune?
The old lady shouted: "Sit down here, let's eat."
Fan Bo thanked him and said: Thank you, old lady! Thank you, Master! Thanks!
Feng Caizhu muttered: Xiao Wanzi, you are such a person!
"Everyone, sit down and eat!" The old lady picked up the bowl and shouted:
"Brush brush brush"
Qiaoer said: Second madam, the maid will serve you a bowl of rice again.
The second lady took the bowl and said, "Go and bring me a bowl of porridge."
Qiaoer took the bowl and went to help the second lady fill the porridge.
Uncle Fan put down his bowl and chopsticks and called out: "Old lady, eat slowly, young master, eat slowly, ladies, eat slowly. I'm full."
Mr. Feng yelled: Why are you just pouring rice out when you eat?
Uncle Fan responded: The slave was hungry today because he was on the road, so he ate a little faster.
Mr. Feng replied: I don't think so, you haven't eaten much.
Uncle Fan replied: Master, how much can we eat at our age?
"I won't disturb you, masters, while you are eating. The slaves will take their leave." Uncle Fan stood up and saluted everyone.
Qiaoer placed the porridge in front of the second lady and said: "Second lady, please use it!"
The second lady said: "Push the porridge over a little bit."
Then, the second lady screamed, "Ah!"
The second lady jumped up and slapped Qiaoer hard.
Qiaoer bit her lip, tears kept coming out.
The second lady yelled: You damn slave, why are you beating me!
Qiaoer shook his head and muttered: I didn't, I didn't.
"You didn't, why do my feet hurt so much! I'm telling you, my parents haven't even touched a finger on me, so who are you - a damn bastard." The second lady poked Qiao'er's butt. Chest, cursed:
Qiaoer cried: Me! I!
The old lady shouted: Fen'er (Second Madam), sit down and let Qiaoer speak slowly.
The second lady glanced at the old lady and sat down on the stool.
The old lady asked: Qiaoer, why did you hit the second lady?
Qiao'er choked up and said: I didn't hit the Second Madam...
"You did not hit me. Your knee hit my thigh, which made my thigh sting." The second lady replied:
Qiao'er cried: "Just now, there was a grain of rice on the second lady's thigh, and the servant scratched it on the second lady's thigh."
"Nonsense, there's no rice on my legs!" The second lady held up her skirt and continued:
Qiaoer responded: A grain of rice fell on the second lady's lap just now.
The second lady slapped her thigh and shouted: It fell on your rotten mouth.
"Fen'er, don't move where you are!" Rich Master Feng shouted:
The second lady asked: Why can't I move?
Mr. Feng walked up to the second lady, stared at the second lady's skirt carefully, and said: There are oil stains on your thigh skirt, which are obviously stains from rice grains.
When the second lady looked up the skirt, she froze and said in embarrassment: This!
Qiao'er touched her face and muttered: Second Madam, this servant has been wronged.
When the second lady saw some grains of rice falling on the ground, she called out: "Who told you to rush over here without telling me!" It made my legs hurt and I had to misunderstand...
"Fern'er admitted that I misunderstood you, don't blame Fen'er!" The old lady interrupted:
Qiao'er bowed and said: "Old Madam, you are serious!" How dare you, this slave, blame the second lady!
Let me say it again: the slave did make a mistake first.
"Xiao Pingzi (Uncle Ping), go over and see how Xiaofanzi's room is being tidied up! You don't have to do anything else in the afternoon, just stay at Xiaofanzi's place to help." Feng Caizhu shouted:
Uncle Ping responded: Master, I have to deliver food to Aiju's house.
Mr. Feng put down his chopsticks and said, "Yes!"
He scratched his head and ordered: Bob, please take the trouble to go over to the small room.
Bob replied: Don't worry, young master, I will go immediately...
