The proprietress of the cloth shop next door leaned against the door and waited from sunset to moonrise, but she could not wait for the strong man to come.
In the end, she could only sigh after looking forward to seeing him, and turned around to give the man who was sitting in the shop leisurely drinking a small drink a hard look.
But the man who looked like a coward in Liu Hongji's eyes grinned, dropped his wine glass, took a step forward, and his thin body burst out with great force, hugging the plump boss lady horizontally, and still had the strength to stretch out. With a flick of his toes, he closed the door of the shop with a bang, and then, a suppressed sound of cowardice came from inside the closed shop.
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Why did the distinguished guest in the inn suddenly run out to do odd jobs in the store next door?
Early the next morning, the waiter at the inn was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped when he discovered this fact!
Who doesn’t know how stingy the family next door is? In the whole town, his family paid the least to their workers, and they did the most work! There used to be five or six guys, but now there are only two left. They are all in their forties or fifties. They work slowly and slowly, and no one wants them anywhere else.
Otherwise, the store would not have accumulated so much cloth for Liu Hongji to wash.
"Could it be that these people are too stupid and don't have enough money?"
Suddenly thinking of this possibility, the waiter felt more and more that his guess was correct!
I remember the last time I was hit on the head with a bamboo pole, they generously gave me so much money!
Yesterday I was almost beaten to death by a tea bowl, but I didn't get a single fortune. Isn't this because all the money has been spent? !
"No! You have to talk to the shopkeeper quickly, don't be unable to pay the rent later... Uh, no! There are horses in their backyard! Forget it, those horses are worth a lot of money, don't be afraid They ran away!"
The waiter looked at Xiao Han and the others and muttered, vividly interpreting the four characters "seeking profit and forgetting righteousness", but Xiao Han and others, who had already left the inn door at this moment, were completely unaware of this.
Liu Hongji received a message from the guy next door early in the morning, saying that he was going to the Feng family to build a shed today and asked them if they would go.
How could Ren Qing let such a "good thing" go? So early in the morning, Xiao Han and Liu Hongji were dragged up, and the three of them followed the waiter on a donkey cart filled with bamboo poles and curtains, and drove slowly towards the Feng family.
"Book of Rites: Sacrifice for Righteousness" records, "A gentleman has a lifelong mourning, which is called the day of death."
It can be seen from this that the ancients attached great importance to the matter of offering sacrifices and offerings!
Even some small families have to bring tributes and take their family members to the tombs to pay homage to their elders, let alone a super wealthy family like the Feng family.
I heard from the old man who drove the carriage: According to the practice in previous years, at this time every year, the Feng family would set up a memorial tablet at home for those who were close to him to pay their respects. In the city, a statue of Mrs.
"With so much incense, why don't we build a statue and temple for Mrs. Xian?" Xiao Han yawned on the donkey cart and weakly asked the cloth shop boy driving the cart in front.
Although the cloth shop clerk was called a clerk, he was actually in his forties or fifties. His dark face was covered with deep wrinkles due to years of hard work, and he looked even ten years older than his actual age. more than.
At this moment, when he heard Xiao Han's question, he smiled and flicked his whip and said, "That's because before Mrs. Xian passed away, she personally said that she wanted to enter the Feng family's ancestral hall, so the Feng family did not give the Holy Mother a separate temple."
"Enter the Feng family's ancestral hall? No wonder!" After hearing the clerk's explanation, Xiao Han suddenly realized: Since Mrs. Xian chose to enter the ancestral hall, she is a member of the Feng family and receives the worship of the Feng family. Naturally, she can no longer stand alone in the temple. Enjoy the incense of the people.
"but……"
The old man seemed to be very talkative. Seeing Xiao Han's thoughtful look, he proudly pointed his whip at the mountains to the south and said: "But I heard that some remote villages have already established separate temples for her, and there are many believers. I heard It’s quite effective, I guess we will have one here in a few years.”
"Do we have one here too?" Xiao Han was stunned and asked subconsciously. "Then the Feng family won't care?"
"Control?" The old man chuckled, and said with a bit of mystery on his face: "Why do you care? At least half of the Feng family's current glory is because of Mrs. Xian! Even if Mrs. Xian dies, Lingnan will not Remember her goodness, and also remember the goodness of the Feng family.
Do you think that if Mrs. All fools know that there are many benefits, right? So you see that the Feng family now holds this memorial ceremony every year, and it probably has the intention of putting Mrs. Xian on the throne. "
"Well?"
Xiao Han stared at the old man in front of him, took a deep breath, and his heart trembled.
He was not frightened by the Feng family's god-making movement, but because what the old guy said was not like what an ordinary guy could say!
According to Xiao Han, if he wanted to have such vision and mind, the old guy would probably have to be a clerk for at least two hundred years.
"Ahem...how do you know this?"
Cautiously moving his butt back, Xiao Han looked at the old man in front of him with caution. At the same time, if he was not prepared, he would immediately jump out of the car and run away. There were many people on the street anyway, so it would not be easy to catch him. .
The old man in the cloth shop was driving the donkey with his back to Xiao Han, so he didn't notice anything strange about Xiao Han. He still said with a proud face: "This is what the old man heard from a Han scholar last time. How is it? Do you have any?" reason?"
"You heard what someone said?" Xiao Han was still a little doubtful about this answer, but after thinking about it with a frown, he felt a little relieved.
I've been under a lot of pressure these days, making me almost paranoid. How can there be so many hermit masters in this world? But he encountered them all. Do you really think that you are a treasure hunter?
Touching his nose, Xiao Han's tense body relaxed again, he took a long breath and said: "What this scholar said makes sense, but you are also bold enough to say this without fear of being criticized by the Feng family. Did you hear that?”
Hearing this, the old man in front stopped driving the donkey, and then said with a guilty conscience: "How can I? I'm just telling you. Others want to know, so I'm too lazy to tell them!"
Xiao Han glanced at his appearance and thought to himself that if I believed you, I would be a fool!
"Brother, you are tight-lipped, so of course we believe it, but what about that scholar? How did you meet him? How could he say these things?"
"Haha, I still have good taste. Who in this neighborhood doesn't know that I have the tightest mouth?! But the scholar you mentioned has long gone! As for this, it seems that he said it in the boss's wife's room. , we overheard it."
"Uh...he also washed the cloth all night?"
"Eh? How do you know this?"
