At the beginning of November, the tired Jiang San and Gao Yan returned to Fengjing. Compared with when they met Fang Heng in Northern Xinjiang, the two of them not only lost weight but gained more weight. It seemed that they had a good rest in Anshui County. .
Second, enter the entrance of the small courtyard.
Looking at all the familiar faces, Jiang San almost didn't shed tears.
Traveling long distances is really hard. You can only know how it feels by taking a trip.
Although she was very happy to see the young master and the other brothers, what Jiang San wanted to do most now was hold Jiang Si and cry.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zheng Ruqian looked at Jiang San and Jiang Si hugging each other, and suddenly thought of Fang Laosan, "Is my brother okay?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked over.
Jiang Sheng's eyes were shining brightly, Wen Zhiyun and Chang Yan were attentive, and even Xu Mo was serious about studying.
Jiang San quickly let go of Jiang Si, cleared his throat and said, "The Third Young Master said that everything is fine with him. He also said that he has obtained the position of squad leader and now has eight people under his command. Although Northern Xinjiang is cold, the people here are Everything is fine, but I’m not used to eating well, and I miss my aunt’s cooking. I just look forward to returning home in triumph soon and toasting with my brothers and sisters.”
The brothers and sisters haven't reacted yet.
Aunt Zhang at the back suddenly cried, "What a good child, why did you go to a bitter and cold place like Northern Xinjiang to suffer? Ahengduo has a taciturn temperament, and if he can say that he wants to eat aunt's food, then he really wants to eat it. "
Jiang Sheng stood on tiptoes and handed over the handkerchief, his eyes sparkling.
She also missed her third brother very much.
"The word "triumph" is so difficult." Xu Mo said in a deep voice, "The friction between the Tartars and Northern Xinjiang lasted for nearly ten years. Even though the two generals from Jiang Fang were in charge, there were still frequent wars. Later, General Fang passed away, and the Tartars became even more arrogant. They continue to burn, kill and loot, and have destroyed hundreds of villages so far."
But they still have to look forward to it, looking forward to the prosperity of the country and the people of the Dayu Dynasty, looking forward to the mighty and triumphant return of the Northern Xinjiang soldiers, and looking forward to the safe return of their brothers.
"Third Young Master has written a letter to you." Jiang San took out something and dropped a pile of envelopes on the floor.
There are those written by Fang Heng, Wang Fufeng, Zhang Qiquan, Pang Pangshan, and Liu Cui wrote to Zhang Xianglian.
They each picked it up.
Fang Heng started typing first and sent the letter. Looking at the familiar sharp fonts, the kind and earnest instructions, and the description of life in northern Xinjiang, the siblings couldn't help but get wet in their eyes.
When he opened Wang Fufeng's reply, it turned into beautiful regular script with hairpin flowers. There was a confused comment on Zhu Sihuan's poem, which made Xu Mo couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.
Brother Fufeng was always so smart and sensitive, but he realized that the original author of the poem was not Zhu Sihuan. It's a pity that this matter is destined to be buried forever, and the truth will be lost.
Zhang Qiquan's envelope was full of this year's workshop bills, which were handed over to Jiang Sheng because she was the owner of the workshop.
Pang Pangshan’s letter also contained accounts, but at the end it contained a coy request for a salary increase.
It is now the beginning of November. It takes more than a month to drive from Anshui County to Fengjing during the day and rest at night. However, Jiang San and Gao Yan work day and night, so it only takes less than half a month.
The actual period of the bill should be ten months, and the net profit exceeds 900 taels of silver. Maybe it is not a lot in Fengjing, but it is enough to solve the brother and sister's current urgent needs.
Zheng Ruqian smiled happily and put the banknote in his arms. He suddenly felt burning. He turned his head and saw Jiang Sheng's face full of dissatisfaction.
"Second brother dared to rent a shop for 800 taels because he already knew that third brother Jiang could bring back the profits of Anshui County?" the little girl asked angrily.
Zheng Ruqian had a hunch that if he nodded this way, his sister would definitely explode.
But this is what he really thinks.
Sure enough, as his head moved up and down, Xiao Jiang Sheng rushed over angrily, "You stinky second brother, you must spend the money at home. You are not afraid that you will not be able to eat without a penny. Ask your aunt to give you something to drink at night." Brush the pot with water..."
The brother and sister chased and fought into the yard.
Zhang Xianglian and several other brothers followed closely, and Jiang Si also mysteriously took Jiang San away.
Silence returned to the bustling courtyard entrance. Gao Yan silently picked up the reins of his horse and was about to enter the courtyard when he spotted Wang Xiaozhu timidly at the entrance.
Compared with the kindness of Jiang San and Jiang Si, the liveliness of the host's brothers and sisters, and the touching feelings of Aunt Zhang and Cui'er, Gao Yan and Wang Xiaozhu seemed like people from another world.
They are silent, they are calm, they say nothing, and they clean up the mess at the end.
Gao Yan didn't like to talk because he had a stutter since he was a child. His brother Gao Dawan from the same village also went to help the master's house and did not greet him at the door.
Wang Xiaozhu was lonely. She seemed to dislike her brother, who actually cared about her, but he didn't even send her a message.
When we meet at first glance, we always feel a little sympathy for each other.
"Your brother will be back in the evening." Wang Xiaozhu pursed his lips and said, "The master is going to open a new shop, and he went to help."
Gao Yan nodded and said nothing.
"Have you ever seen a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old in Anshui County?" Wang Xiaozhu gestured with a bit of hope, "He looks tall and thin, with dimples when he smiles, his hair is a little thin, and he is a little frail. .”
Gao Yan seemed to be thinking seriously and quickly shook his head.
Wang Xiaozhu sighed and gave up completely, "Thank you, my name is Wang Xiaozhu, and I will go to the hospital with Dr. Wen soon to help. If you have any minor problems, you can come to me."
She smiled, turned and walked into the yard.
There was a trace of doubt on Gao Yan's face, as if he had remembered something, and he hurriedly chased after him, but at the corner he saw the fourth son of the master's family stopping Wang Xiaozhu.
"Jiang Santa was so excited just now that she left a letter in her arms." Wen Zhiyun was still gentle and gentle, "He just handed it to me and I apologized on my behalf. I hope Sister Xiaozhu will not be angry."
He stretched out his hand, and on his palm was a letter "Sister Xiaozhu".
It turns out that her brother has not forgotten her. It turns out that her brother has written a letter to her.
Wang Xiaozhu was surprised and happy, and her heart was filled with unspeakable emotions. She took the envelope, held it tightly to her chest, and said after a long time, "Thank you, Dr. Wen."
Wen Zhiyun waved his hand, turned around and left lightly.
The third brother brought over a lot of specialties from Northern Xinjiang. The younger sister and the second brother were tired and kept clamoring for food. They should be dividing things now. I don’t know how much they will give him.
Wen Zhiyun's eyes were full of anticipation, and his steps were a little faster, but he still kept his balance and did not notice Xiaozhu's gaze behind him.
It's like Wang Xiaozhu didn't notice the stern gaze behind him.
The next day.
With the backing of nine hundred taels of silver, the two shops began to repair and decorate in full swing. In less than half a month, the plaques were completed and the interior repairs were completed.
Aunt Zhang even filled the second courtyard with a dazzling array of pastries, and the Jiang Sheng brothers and sisters tasted them and selected the best dozen as signatures, while improving the rest.
Everything seems to be going in the right direction, just waiting for the two shops to open.
At this time, the Zhu family came to the door.
Two stern and solemn young men took paper and pen and asked, "There are eleven people in this courtyard. Last time we checked, there were only nine. Have the other two returned?"
He didn't even give up the search to find the person behind Zhu Zhi's murder.
