Feng Xing

During the meal, nothing happened, but Bao Shi was very enthusiastic and kept adding food to Feng Sheng.

Whether Feng Sheng ate or not, it was quite uncomfortable anyway, so after finishing her meal, she hurriedly said goodbye and left.

"Mother, come in with me, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter? You're so anxious." Bao Shi, who was busy clearing the table with Man'er, wiped his hands, and entered the inner room with his son.

Fan Jinchuan paced back and forth a few steps, hesitated for a while before saying: "Mother, tell me, are you deliberately targeting Brother Fang Xian today?"

"Target? What should I do against him? Shuan'er, are you complaining that your mother called you by your baby name? From now on, my mother will remember it, and I will never call you by your baby name in front of anyone again."

"Mother, mother, you know that I am not talking about this!"

"Then what do you want to say?"

Fan Jinchuan didn't know what to say. He had always paid attention to filial piety, but now he maliciously speculated about his mother just because of some trivial matters. He couldn't even say it himself, but his eyes and feelings would not lie to him.

"I heard my mother talk wrong a few times today. Mother, are you still complaining about your son because of the yard? Brother Fang Xian is very nice, but my son only knows how to study hard. He has helped him a lot. As for the two girls of Brother Fang Xian , They are not very old and ignorant, mother, don't bother with them for some trivial matters."

"I let you finish talking, what did you ask your mother to say?" Mrs. Bao glanced at her son angrily, "Mother didn't deliberately target your brother Fang Xian, if you dislike me and Man'er, you think we are embarrassing you Yes, I will take Man'er away tomorrow, and I won't stay to block your eyes."

After saying that, Bao went to the closet to rummage through the clothes, ready to pack and salute.

"Mom, what are you doing!"

"Mother is getting old now, and it's getting in your way. Mother is going back to the countryside now. Anyway, there are more than ten acres of land at home. It's just me and Man'er planting it, which is enough for our mother to live..."

"Mother, my son didn't want to drive you away, but my son just..."

After finally comforting Bao Shi, Fan Jinchuan was exhausted. When he came out of the inner room, he saw Man'er standing by the doffing veil.

Seeing him coming out, Man'er hurriedly hid behind the doffing veil, Fan Jinchuan suddenly felt even more tired.

Man'er approached the inner room only after the figure who had been watching him disappeared from sight.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Sitting by the bed, Bao Shi patted his legs, and said, "What could be the matter? Could he still be in trouble with his mother? He didn't like reading when he was a child, and his mother often dealt with him like this. You can be sure."

Man'er groaned, seeing a lot of clothes thrown on the bed, she went to help Bao Shi collect them.

Seeing that she couldn't hit a fart with three sticks, Bao Shi felt a little resentful: "You have to work harder, this little vixen is not an easy character."

"Mother, don't talk about him like that, it sounds weird."

"Don't say that, how do you say it?"

Man'er was taken aback for a moment and stopped talking.

"The fox is divided into male and female. The vixen is also divided into male and female. It's all my fault that I wanted to hide in the countryside two years ago, so I let such a vixen entangle me. I think he is a big man, and he is actually whiter than a woman. The waist is thin, the buttocks are quite upturned, no matter how big he looks like a man, he is obviously a boy and a woman, and it is said that such a man is the most harmful thing to others."

This is said, of course, according to the third uncle of his second uncle's son-in-law, a middle-aged man known as Uncle Dawang.

Uncle Dawang and Fan's family are in the same village, and they are still related. He is the head of the **** agency and often travels with him. Seeing the wide market and the many places he went, Mrs. Bao once dragged him to deliver things to Fan Jinchuan twice. This time the news was brought back by Uncle Dawang. Bao Shi didn't believe it at first, but Uncle Dawang said it clearly, so she packed up her things and asked Uncle Dawang to find someone to bring her and Man'er over.

Who knows, come and have a look, it really is.

Bao has lived for most of his life and has never seen anything. His son looked at Master Fang just like a man would look at a woman.

She can't go wrong with this!

Man'er has been packing things silently without speaking.

After Bao said a few words, he also felt a little bored: "Man'er, what are you thinking?"

"Mother, what do you mean by asking? What can I think?" Man'er murmured.

"You are such a silly girl! My son has a stupid brain, and he grew up reading sage books from a young age. He pays attention to what matters. He must not have realized that he has something wrong with Mr. Fang. While this is the time, you have to work hard. Ah, drag him back."

"Mom, no matter how I pull it, I don't know how to do it."

"There is an old saying that men chase women across the mountain, and women chase men under the gauze. Back then, Shuan'er's father was the most handsome and promising young man in our village. He had a handsome, fair face and carried a book bag. Walking in the village, don’t mention how many women like it. I was not the best in our village, and he married me later because I could be strong. He had to pass a sorghum field to go to the private school, and I was there every day. Waiting for him there, give him a handful of chestnuts today, a purse tomorrow, and a sweet potato later, if he doesn’t want it, he will force it. After a while, one day he would grab my hand and ask me what It means that he has taken the initiative to drag me, and this matter will be done."

"Damn me..."

"Anyway, I've told you everything that needs to be said, so don't say that mother won't help you."

Fan Jinchuan lingered outside the courtyard for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and walked in, but after entering, he saw Fang Fengsheng sitting in the courtyard.

The bright moon hangs high, the night sky is like ink, and the stars are shining brightly.

Under the moon, there was a stone table, and a reclining chair was placed beside it. Feng Sheng was leaning on the reclining chair, and there was a small table with a jug on it. And she was holding a wine glass, drinking alone to the moon.

"My dear brother is very elegant."

"The moon is good today."

Fan Jinchuan went to sit on the stone bench beside the stone table, and looked up at the moon with Feng Sheng.

On the disk-like moon, you can vaguely see the contours of different shades on it, as if there is a Guanghan Palace built there. There is also a person named Chang'e on it, Chang'e has a rabbit, and a person named Wu Gang is chopping the laurel that will never stop.

"Brother..."

"Huh?" Feng Sheng glanced at him, then continued to look at the moon.

Fan Jinchuan suddenly didn't know what to say, he hesitated twice, and said again: "I made you laugh today, my mother is actually quite good..."

"Auntie is very good."

As soon as these words came out, Fan Jinchuan couldn't continue.

Can only continue to look at the moon.

Before I knew it, the pot of wine was finished.

Before I knew it, the night was getting dark.

Zhiqiu came out and said, "Master, it's time to rest."

Feng Sheng stood up: "My lord, rest early."

Fan Jinchuan watched her back disappear behind the door, stood for a while, and then left.

Feng Sheng lay down on the couch, Zhi Qiu put down the curtain.

"Master, you..."

"Rest early, sleepy."

In the following days, Feng Sheng fell into a state of doing nothing.

The arrangement has already been arranged, just waiting for the time to come. And after more than a year, Fan Jinchuan now handles the official affairs of the county government in a decent manner, ranging from minor cases of stealing and adultery, to major criminal cases.

The man he is today is not the man he was back then. Under Feng Sheng's subtle influence, he has also begun to learn that sometimes he can't do things straight-forward, but has to fight and fight, and he has to know how to use tactics.

In this way, if there is nothing to do outside, Feng Sheng will be even more free.

After spending two days idle in the county government office, Feng Sheng went outside to kill time instead. Or find a theater to listen to an opera, or go to the Beishi Dongshi to see the excitement, and the time is quite easy to pass.

"Master Fang is very elegant."

Feng Sheng looked up at the other party, and lazily said: "Sit, Brother Gou."

"I heard people say that Master Fang always comes to Deqing Tower to watch plays recently. I thought it was some nonsense from the people below. Why are you so leisurely lately?"

"It's just doing nothing."

Feng Sheng bullied herself to pour tea for Gou Qing. During the process, she glanced at him, and always felt that there was something strange about him, but she couldn't tell.

After Gou Qing sat down, she felt even more strange, because the other party didn't speak, and Gou Qing was not so silent usually.

"Brother Gou, if you have something to do, go and do it yourself. I really just have nothing to do to pass the time."

"Well, I do have something to do."

After Gou Qing left, Feng Sheng figured out what was wrong with him. Apart from being abnormally silent, she also felt that Gou Qing's expression was not right, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

After stepping out of Deqing Tower, Gou Qing's cheeks couldn't help twitching.

The entourage who had been silently following him all this time stepped forward to help him: "My lord?"

"nothing."

"You haven't recovered from your injuries, you shouldn't have come out, Nade..."

Gou Qing's eyes sharpened: "Shut up!"

"Yes."

As autumn entered, in addition to worrying about the annual autumn floods, we also had to worry about the weather before the autumn harvest, so the county government gradually became busy.

Seeing that as the grain filling period has reached the final stage, the autumn harvest is coming again. But nothing happened this year, and with the experience of the previous year, everything went according to plan.

Fan Jinchuan came back exhausted physically and mentally after a busy day. Before entering the door, he saw Xiaoqi winking at him, and sure enough, after entering the room, Man'er was standing inside.

"Brother Jinchuan, I see that the soles of your shoes are all broken, so I made two more pairs for you to see if they fit."

In the past few months, Man'er has made several pairs of shoes for Fan Jinchuan. How could they not fit, but Fan Jinchuan still sat down and tried them on.

He didn't want to try it, he had done it before, but Man'er was very stubborn, although she didn't speak, she kept watching him from the side until he tried it and agreed.

"Thank you, Xiaoqi will take it and keep it."

Taking another complicated look at Man'er, he said, "Miss Man'er, I actually told you that I have always treated you as my younger sister. If you wish, I can marry you off as my younger sister."

Fan Jinchuan and Man'er said this several times, from being difficult to say at the beginning, to being able to say it calmly in the end. He thought that what he was facing this time was still silence, and after the silence, he continued to make shoes and deliver food for him, but this time Man'er spoke.

"It's because Fang..."

At this time, someone came in from the door.

It's Fang Fengsheng.

"grown ups."

Fan Jinchuan remembered what had been discussed before, and stood up: "You go back, I have business."

Man'er glanced at him, bowed her head and walked away.

Feng Sheng laughed dryly: "It seems that I came here by accident."

Fan Jinchuan gave her a complicated look before pulling himself together: "Nothing, let's get down to business first."

The two went to the study room, and the blank memorial paper had been spread out on the desk.

Feng Sheng poured some water into the inkstone and began to grind ink for Fan Jinchuan.

Both of them were cautious, Feng Sheng made Mo look like he was going to fight, while Fan Jinchuan was staring at the paper in a daze.

God, I don't know when it was dark.

Xiao Qi came in and lit the lamp, and the lights were brightly lit for a while, which also woke the two of them up.

"My lord, have you thought about it yet?"

"We have been planning for many days, isn't it just for this day?"

"Can-"

Feng Sheng was a little bit at a loss for words.

After the autumn harvest, local taxes were escorted to Beijing, and it was time for the salt government to pay the salt tax, but the salt tax this season was even worse than that in spring, not even two or three tenths.

The government and the public were shocked, and Emperor Jianping was furious. The court was very restless these days, and all parties were arguing about the salt class. It was the best time for Fan Jinchuan to write a letter.

Not at this time, when should we wait?

"Perhaps this memorial is handed over, and you may face catastrophe, even imprisonment, or even life safety, or even being scolded by the world, or even..."

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go." Fan Jinchuan dipped his pen in ink and wrote the first word on the memorial paper.