It’s over…
Seeing the surprised look on the old driver's face, Xiao Han started to groan again and rolled his eyes.
Behind him, Ren Qing, who was following him on the street because he disliked the indecency of riding a donkey cart, looked a little strange. His broad shoulders were shrugged, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Among the few people, only Liu Hongji had a dark face, and his fists as big as sandbags were constantly changing and twisting, as if he wanted to give Xiao Han a blow, and by the way, the talkative guy.
Among the three people, no one spoke.
After waiting for a long time, the cloth shop clerk was a little disappointed when he didn't get an answer. Seeing that he had already arrived at the Feng family's mansion, he had no choice but to suppress his curiosity, waved his whip, and drove the donkey cart to an alley close to the Feng family's courtyard wall.
They are here to work. They are not qualified to enter the Feng family's front door, so they can only enter through the back door.
"Hey! Hurry up! If you block the door, no one else can get in!"
"And you, if you go out, go out quickly. Why are you taking so long?"
"Hello? You're still pushing in! There are so many people in front of you, can you squeeze in?"
After walking along the long courtyard wall for a quarter of an hour, Xiao Han and his donkey cart arrived at the back door of Feng's house. However, after arriving here, Xiao Han discovered that: unlike what he originally imagined, the back door was actually Much busier than the front door!
In an open space directly opposite the back door of Feng Mansion, a large row of ox carts, donkey carts, and even horse carriages were blocking their way. People coming in and going out refused to give way to each other, and actually blocked this large open space tightly. The water is blocked! No matter how loud the middle-aged man in front of him shouted, there was no sign of improvement.
"Xu, wait!"
Seeing this, the old man driving the donkey cart skillfully drove the donkey cart to the shade at the base of the wall. Then he took out a straw hat from nowhere, buckled it on his head, and began to take a nap on the donkey cart.
Judging from the proficiency of his movements, I'm afraid he has done this more than once or twice.
"There are so many people, how long do we have to wait?"
However, unlike the leisurely man, Ren Qing is not willing to waste time in this meaningless traffic jam. Although at this time, there is no novel word "traffic jam", he just wants to visit Feng's house now. Even if you can't see anything, it's still better than spending time here.
"According to previous experience, at least an hour, at least half a day!"
The waiter, whose whole face was covered by a straw hat, muttered lazily when he heard Ren Qing's flowers.
He has long been accustomed to this kind of situation. No matter what year he was in the past, as long as it came to this time, he would not be able to cope with this big day without blocking the road.
The donkey cart stopped, and Xiao Han also stood up and stood on the carriage to look forward. However, in his opinion, the back door of the Feng family was much larger than the back door of ordinary people, and it was enough for two cars to enter and exit side by side. The reason why now The traffic jam was so serious only because the steward had improper instructions and no rules. As a result, cars coming in and going out were all crowded together, making it impossible for anyone to leave.
"Hey, can't you all go in and out on the right?"
Rolling his eyes, Xiao Han shouted casually to the front, but the effect was not great. Except for a few people who turned around and glanced at him, the others didn't even respond. How to block it? How to block, how to scold, how to scold! There were even two animals crowded together kicking each other, making the already chaotic place even more chaotic.
"They're all on the right side? So they're not going to collide? That's what the idiot was yelling."
However, those people who were crowded together did not listen to Xiao Han's words, but the steward in front heard clearly, which made his already upset mood suddenly worse. He was about to curse angrily when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Stay to the right when you go in, and keep to the right when you go out? It seems like you can't bump into each other."
Slowly turning his body in a circle, the steward tried to raise his right hand again, and then a pair of eyes suddenly lit up, as if this was also a solution!
Just do it. The manager glanced gratefully at Xiao Han who was standing on the carriage, then took a deep breath and shouted at the chaotic carriage and horses: "Everyone listen! Everyone, please move to the right. Go in! Those who go out should go out on the right side! No more squeezing is allowed. Anyone who squeezes again will not enter the Feng family gate!"
"Huh? Why keep to the right?"
"Why didn't we have this rule before?"
As for the steward, it seemed to be of some use. After a brief moment of complaining, the crowded carriages and pedestrians finally obeyed his instructions and leaned to the right.
After all, they are the ones who eat from the Feng family. If they are not allowed in, the losses will be huge. The boss will not kill them when they return!
Of course, there are no absolutes in this world, and not everyone present will be obedient.
While others started to move, there were still a few standing there blankly, looking at the crowds separated to the left and right, not knowing what to do.
"What are you guys doing? If you don't want to do it, get out!" At the gate, seeing that the order on the scene was gradually getting better with a simple arrangement, the steward just breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around, he saw those few people who were at a loss what to do. The idiot's face suddenly darkened when he was revealed, and he immediately roared at them again angrily.
"I want to do it, I want to do it!"
The people in the middle of the field looked like they were about to cry. They turned their heads and looked at the crowds of people separated on both sides. Finally, they asked with a grimace: "But Mr. Hu, where is the right side?"
"That's the right? The right is the right!" When Manager Hu heard that these guys didn't even know which side the right was, he almost fainted on the spot. He pointed at a few people with a finger that was shaking like a convulsion: " The hand you hold the pen with is the right hand! Do you know?"
I thought that this explanation was clear enough, but after he finished speaking, those people were obviously more confused. They stared at innocent eyes, looked at Manager Hu weakly and said: "But, I can't write, no." I have held a pen, but I don’t know which hand holds the pen..."
"..."
At this time, the steward was really clutching his chest and speechless. In the end, Xiao Han, who was still nosy, couldn't stand it anymore, waved his right hand and shouted to the helpless guys: "Hey! The hand you use to eat is your right hand, so you all know you use that hand to eat, right?"
"Oh, I know, I know!"
Xiao Han's explanation is still useful. They don't hold pens, but they have to hold chopsticks! After learning that the hand holding chopsticks was the right hand, those people were immediately relieved and leaned to one side while driving the car. While leaning on it, they muttered: "Why didn't I tell you this earlier? I still have the hand holding the pen!" I have never written in my life, even if you say that the hand you use to wipe your butt is better than this!"
