Bian Wenxuan was panicking, and his instinct was to turn around and run away, but then he thought, he was here to pick up Xu Mo. If he left, Xu Mo would be like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.
Thinking about Master Xu's gentle and elegant appearance with tender skin and tender flesh, if he fell into the hands of bad people, he would be tortured until he was disheveled and lost his soul.
Although Bian Wenxuan was scared, he still bravely stayed where he was, "I am the county magistrate. If any little thief dares to harm me, I will chop off his head."
Wang Xi stood next to him and his eyes widened in surprise. When did you become so brave and determined?
When he glanced at Bian Wenxuan's shaking legs from the corner of his eye, he smiled awkwardly.
Not long after, the gate of Xieyang County was shaken.
Listening to the commotion, there are indeed many people.
Bian Wenxuan's legs shook faster and faster, and his pupils gradually dilated, staring at the dust in the distance from far to near, and finally stopped at the city gate.
Everyone covered their mouths and noses, and as the dust faded, they saw a high-end and noble carriage and a handsome man riding a horse.
Not to mention the various people riding horse-drawn carriages and donkey-carts, Bian Wenxuan recognized Fang Heng at a glance and immediately put his heart back in his stomach.
My pupils have shrunk, my legs have stopped shaking, and I can eat two large bowls of food.
He chuckled, turned around and slapped the yamen officer who lied about the military situation, "Where did the fifty people come from, and where did they get the momentum."
The yamen servant bowed his head in frustration, "It looks like there's movement."
Bian Wenxuan ignored him and greeted him with a smile, "Ah Heng, why are you alone, where is Master Xu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the aristocratic carriage was opened, and Mr. Xu, who was dressed in a blue robe, elegant and elegant, landed calmly.
"Long time no see, sir." Xu Mo saluted solemnly.
Bian Wenxuan smiled and nodded, "It's been a long time no see. Master Xu has been away for the past four months, and everyone in the county has missed you."
Not half as ferocious as before.
Wang Xi later turned his attention to Fengjing.
A group of people entered the city chatting.
Xu Mo wanted to go back to the small courtyard to have a look, but Bian Wenxuan wanted to drag him into the county government office, and even used people's livelihood plans as excuses, so Master Xu had no choice but to take up the post.
The affairs of the courtyard are left to the younger brothers and sisters.
Inside the carriage.
Wang Fufeng frowned and stared at Bian Wenxuan, then turned to Jiang Sheng and asked, "Is this sir very familiar with you?"
Jiang Sheng blinked and was hesitating whether to say anything.
Wang Fufeng took out a small piece of broken gold from his sleeve pocket.
Xiao Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up, and she explained almost immediately, "It was the third brother's aunt who sent him to protect the third brother. He also hired the elder brother to be his master."
After saying that, he played with the broken gold nugget, secretly guessing whether it was true.
Wang Fufeng lowered his head and pondered, seeming to be recalling which aunt was related to the Bian family.
After thinking about it, his eyes narrowed.
Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of a small courtyard.
Because no one has lived in it for a long time, the door lock of the small courtyard is rusty, there are dead branches and debris everywhere, and a piece of the roof on the east side has collapsed.
Wang Fufeng frowned, "You live in a place like this?"
Jiang Sheng nodded, puzzled. Although the yard was covered with a layer of dust, it would still be a good house as long as it was cleaned.
At least it's better than a ruined temple.
Fang Heng climbed up to repair the collapsed roof, Aunt Zhang and Aunt Cui'er pulled out the weeds in the yard, Zhang Qiquan repaired the rotten tables and chairs, Zheng Ruqian and Wen Zhiyun swept away the dust on the ground, and even the water in the water tank was repaired. Chang Yan stood on tiptoe to wash away all the dirt.
Even if there are eight domestic servants, no one regards themselves as a superior master. They take care of themselves and have enough food and clothing.
Wang Fufeng looked at it with disappointment, as if he was gradually realizing the reason why the Wang family was so inhumane.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally rolled up his sleeves and decided to help.
The servant who was with him was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young Master, no, how can a noble person like you do such dirty work yourself?"
Fang Heng, who was repairing the roof, stopped for a moment.
Chang Yan, who was washing the water vat, lost his mind for a moment and almost fell into the vat.
Wang Fufeng smiled, "Uncle Wang, you also know Ah Heng. Wasn't he more noble than me before?"
Young Master Fang, the Fang family of Fengjing, is a person that even the Wang family wants to cling to.
How come Fang Heng can climb up the roof to mend bricks and mortar, but Wang Fufeng can't?
"But Young Master..." Uncle Wang hesitated, "You are different from Young Master Fang."
Fang Heng had no father or mother and was hunted by family forces, but Wang Fufeng had money, power and servants. It was indeed different.
But the more different they are, the more they have to be the same.
What Fang Heng can do, Wang Fufeng can do too.
He brushed aside the obstruction of the old servant with one hand, carefully cleaned the courtyard, picked up the dirt, and scrubbed the tables and chairs.
Dust clung to the sleeves of his broad robe, branches and vines cut through the silky hem of his clothes, and even his skinned hands had a few red marks.
Jiang Sheng leaned close to Wen Zhiyun's ear and whispered, "Brother Fufeng's body is so weak, I'm afraid he won't faint from exhaustion."
If he really fainted, would he have to give back the gold he just gave?
"Don't worry." Wen Zhiyun gave his sister some reassurance, "His body is weak, both due to congenital deficiencies and excessive care."
People and jade sculptures are different.
What kind of material the jade carving is made of determines how fragile it is.
But people can exercise. Nature determines the starting point, and the day after tomorrow determines the end point.
If Wang Fufeng had been able to exercise and strengthen his body since he was born, although he would not be able to knock down two huge mountains with one stick like Fang Heng, he would never be so weak.
So it would only be good for him to do some work occasionally, and there would be no harm to him.
Jiang Sheng was thoughtful. He looked back at the thin body of the fourth brother and grinned, "Fourth brother, you also need some exercise. When the second brother buys his land, you can go plant beans."
Wen Zhiyun, "..."
When Xu Mo came back in the evening, Aunt Zhang cooked a large pot of braised chicken nuggets and dried beans, and the group ate lively.
Then, Xiao Jiang Sheng began to worry.
There are so many people here this time, and the four rooms in the small courtyard are simply not enough to live in. Who can squeeze in with whom?
Wang Fufeng is considered a noble son of the Wang family. Can he bear to share a bed with someone else?
However, before she could ask, a servant of the Wang family came in and handed over the land deed.
It turned out that in half an afternoon, Wang Fufeng bought a house in Xieyang County. It was not too far from the small courtyard. It had all kinds of basic necessities including food, clothing, housing and transportation, so there was no need to worry about it.
Wiping the corners of his mouth with a clean handkerchief, Wang Fufeng slowly stood up and raised his hands to everyone, "Thank you for your hospitality. Fufeng will go back to rest first."
He Shi Shiran left. Although his body was weak, his grace remained the same.
Jiang Sheng opened her mouth behind him, looked back at Fang Heng, then at Wang Fufeng, and finally asked out the shock in her heart, "So this is the young master from a rich family?"
If you want to buy a house with a hundred taels of silver, you can buy it.
Don’t compare prices, don’t worry about details, just the best and most suitable.
No one would dare to do such a thing without the wealth of ten thousand taels of silver.
Zheng Ruqian sighed, thinking that Xiao Jiang Sheng was envious of other people's money again.
Unexpectedly, the little girl's eyes turned red and she asked, "If Third Brother was like this before, how could he endure it, not having enough to eat, and wandering around?"
