The agarwood made her feel warm early in the morning. The cheongsams of different colors and materials shone under the warm sunshine of early winter. When she touched the agarwood, it felt warm. The clothes Shen Yueying made for her were all made of good materials.
She put these cheongsams into a delicate leather suitcase and carried them downstairs.
Her favorite Pingtan song lingers on the first floor: "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge".
She passed by and hummed a few words: The moon was setting, the crows were crying, the sky was filled with frost, Jiang Feng, the fisherman, was talking to Chou Mian——
Gu Yunshi brushed wood wax oil on the ladder, exuding a faint pine wood fragrance.
Chen Xiangyin passed by the table and put down a small wad of money and the shop key: "I'll pay you back the money, as well as the wages and meals for these few days. I'm going on a long trip. Do the work I asked you to do well, and don't be lazy."
Gu Yunshi lowered his head and looked at a wad of money: "Didn't you say you have no money? Where did it come from?"
Just as he asked, he saw Chen Xiangyin stepping out of the threshold, and He Chongtian came over to greet him. There was no need to ask anymore, and he wanted to say something positive, but the two of them had already gotten in the car.
Traveling far away? Have you played? Talked about?
…
He Chongtian looked unhappy, and Chen Xiangyin guessed that his morning negotiations did not go well.
"Did you suffer?" Chen Xiang asked.
Zhou Zheng responded quickly: "Can my brother suffer? What a joke! Ha...hahahahaha! You didn't see how domineering my brother was back then. I am so fascinated by you!"
He glanced at Zhou Zheng with his sword in the sky, and he immediately shut up.
Yes, He Chongtian is ruthless and unreasonable.
That means he was tired from a lot of intrigue and ruthless games this morning.
He Chongtian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke: "Zhou Zheng, stop at the Sheep and Scorpion Restaurant ahead. It's a long way. Eat before leaving."
Well, Sheep and Scorpion, she has been craving for it for a long time.
Sheep scorpion is the backbone of sheep, with marrow inside and meat outside. It is marinated and stewed in more than a dozen steps and then stewed in a copper pot.
Eating a bite of sheep and scorpion in winter is a blessing, and agarwood attracts great love.
Not polite at all, the three of them ordered five kilograms of sheep and scorpions, and Agarwood induced him to eat three kilograms less.
The finished bones were neatly arranged next to each other. Each sheep and scorpion bone looked like a happy and laughing elf face. Chen Xiangyin ranked them silently in his heart, who was the happiest, and then laughed to himself.
Zhou Zheng put chrysanthemum greens into the pot: "Brother, what are you two doing? You are so mysterious that you never tell me."
"Stop asking."
"I'll drive you this time. You'll know when the time comes, hahaha."
"No, I asked you to bring so many things. I just want you to live outside the village and don't follow me in."
Zhou Zheng stopped talking and swallowed.
He couldn't figure out anything He Chongtian didn't want him to know. Thanks to his lack of curiosity, he was able to follow He Chongtian all the time.
Agarwood continues to fish for meat.
Zhou Zheng glanced at the bone matrix beside her table, "Don't you want to order some food? Aren't you choking?"
Chen Xiang raised her chin and said, "He didn't eat vegetables either. Why didn't you talk about him?"
"It's rare for my brother to indulge, why should I care about him?"
Chen Xiangyin: "Your brother is so rich, why don't you want to spend it?"
"What do you know? You have a pure heart and few desires!"
Well, be pure of heart and have few desires.
After walking out of the hotel for only two steps, Chen Xiangyin ran into Wu Guihua again.
What fate is this?
As soon as Wu Guihua saw the crane towering beside her, she immediately lowered her face and stepped forward to pull Chen Xiangyin's arm: "Why are you...!"
He looked like he hated iron and stamped his feet angrily: "What are you trying to do?! Have you forgotten why he hit you? Why don't you have a long memory!"
Chen Xiang smiled awkwardly: "Auntie, a prodigal son can't get back his money, so I'll give him a chance. After all, it's hard to find a handsome and rich man like him..."
Wu Guihua looked at He Chongtian angrily.
He Chongtian's face was full of black lines, and he added: "I changed it, I won't fight anymore."
Wu Guihua said nothing, turned around and left with a blushing face.
Chen Xiangyin felt a little guilty, but couldn't think of a better way to say it. They also hurried to Xie Sui's hometown, Mahe Village, which was four or five hours away from Biluo Ancient Town.
After getting in the car, Zhou Zheng kept asking: What is the reconciliation? do not fight? The two of them were too lazy to explain, so they just said "misunderstanding".
On Wu Guihua's side, she was still angry after arriving at Biluo Xiaoya. She was even more angry when she saw Li Jingcai grinding ink there.
"Jingcai! Mom brought Miss Shen to the store two days ago! Don't worry about it!"
Li Jingcai paused on his hands: "What's wrong?"
Wu Guihua raised her voice: "Mom just met this girl on the aisle, and she was injured again! Guess! Who was she talking and laughing with?!"
"who?"
"It's the ex-husband who beat her before! She told me before that we were done with it, bah! I really don't know what I saw in him!"
Li Jingcai's heart skipped a few beats and he was in a daze. He didn't even notice that the ink in his hand came out.
Wu Guihua lamented: "Hey, it's still about money. For a little money, I won't give up on others. Forget it, there's no fate, don't force it."
Li Jingcai didn't say anything. His phone rang. It was the parents of his daughter's kindergarten.
[Teacher Zhang: Dad Rongrong, your family hasn’t paid the fees for the winter camp yet. 】
Li Jingcai pursed his lips, hesitated again and again, and chatted privately with Teacher Zhang: Teacher, how much does the winter camp cost?
Teacher Zhang: Three thousand in seven days.
Li Jingcai: Don’t go to my family Rongrong. You also know the situation of my family. Her mother died last year.
Teacher Zhang: So as a father, you should provide her with more love, and your children should go to winter camps.
Li Jingcai thought to himself that he loved Rongrong very much, but if he couldn't come up with the three thousand yuan, it wouldn't count as love?
Li Jingcai: I won’t go to Teacher Zhang this time.
Teacher Zhang did not reply, but a few minutes later, he sent a message in the group: Winter camp activity, the class has 33 people, 32 people participated, the ones who did not participate were: Li Tingrong, the reason: family reasons.
Li Jingcai squeezed the phone hard, money, money, money, really enough.
Wu Guihua was cooking at the kitchen counter next to her: "But don't be discouraged, son, your store will run well and we can live a good life."
"Yeah." After Li Jing finished speaking, he added: "I may not be able to give you and dad living expenses this month. From now on, buy less meat and fish."
"It doesn't cost much to have a meal."
Li Jingcai didn't speak, feeling deeply powerless. Neither of his parents had pensions, so they had been supported by him and his wife. Now that his wife is gone, he earns seven or eight thousand a month. In addition to the living expenses for his two elders, he also has to support his daughter's schooling and foreign debts. More than 100,000 yuan, the monthly interest is more than 3,000 yuan.
Sighing, Li Jingcai started thinking about registering for food delivery. He took off his long gown when he needed to.
…
When the sun went down, Agarwood led the group to the entrance of Mahe Village.
Mahe Village is not big. It is hidden in a big mountain nest and is surrounded by mountains and forests. There is no mark on the map. I had to ask a lot of people along the way to get there successfully.
The house numbers at the entrance of the village are all simple. There is a big camphor tree planted next to it, rustling in the wind. Under the camphor tree, there is an empty shrine tied with red flowers.
Zhou Zheng set up a roof tent a few hundred meters outside the village, while Chen Xiangyin and He Chongtian walked into the village.
I tried to find someone on the way to inquire, but there was no one.
Some of the mud houses passing by were still smoking, but no one was there.
Strange.
"Why is there no one?" Chen Xiang asked.
Crane hissed to the sky and leaned forward, listening.
Agarwood also listened carefully, the lively and eerie sound of the suona sounded from far away to near.
At the end of the village road, a group of people appeared and walked toward them.
The old man taking the lead scattered white paper flowers along the way, which were blown away by the wind.
The empty village echoed with a strange joke: "Send the clay boy at dusk, and the god's position guarantees a good harvest. The whole village is happy and wishes for success. The clay boy sits in front of the temple, and the divine light shines on the villagers. The weather is good and the weather is good, and everyone is here. thriving--"
