Feng Xing

During the meal, there was nothing wrong, but Bao Shi was very enthusiastic and kept serving food to Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng was neither eating nor eating, nor was it very uncomfortable anyway, so after finishing her meal, she left in a hurry.

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

"What's the matter? So anxious." Bao Shi, who was busy cleaning up the table with Maner, wiped his hands and entered the room with his son.

Fan Jinchuan walked back and forth a few steps, hesitating a moment before saying: "Mother, you tell me, are you deliberately targeting Fang Xiandi today?"

"Aim? What do I do against him? Shuan'er, did you complain that your mother named you? Your mother's name will be remembered in the future, and I will never call you your name again in the future."

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

"So what do you want to say?"

Fan Jinchuan didn't know what to say. He always paid attention to filial piety. Now, because of some trivial matters, he went to maliciously speculate about his mother-in-law. He couldn't say anything himself, but his eyes and feelings wouldn't lie to him.

"I listened to Niang a few times today, and I was wrong. Did you blame your son because of the yard? Fang Xiandi is good. Others are good. The son only knows how to die and he helped his son a lot. As for the two girls, Fang Xiandi They are not very young and ignorant, so don’t worry about them for small things.”

"You've finished everything, what did you tell your mother to say?" Bao Shi glanced at her son angrily. "The mother didn't deliberately aim at your brother Fang Xian. If you despise me and Man'er, I feel ashamed of you. Yes, I will take Maner tomorrow without leaving me in the way."

With that said, Bao went to the cabinet to turn over clothes and prepare to pack and salute.

"Mother, what are you doing!"

"My mother is old now, it's annoying you. My mother will go back to the country now. Anyway, there are more than ten acres of land in my family. I planted with Man'er and it's enough for our two mothers to live..."

"Mother, the son didn't want to drive you away, the son is..."

Fan Jinchuan was very tired after he calmed Bao Shi.As he walked out of the inner room, he saw Maner standing there.

As soon as he came out, Maner was hiding behind the doffed hood, and Fan Jinchuan suddenly felt more tired.

Keeping staring at his back disappeared at the end of the line of sight before Maner approached the inner room.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Sitting on the bed, Bao patted his legs and said, "What can I do? I can't do anything with my mother at that time? He didn't like to read when he was a child. Mother often dealt with him like this.

Maner screamed, and after seeing a lot of clothes thrown on the bed, he went to help Bao Shi pick it up.

Seeing that her three sticks can't play a fart, Bao Shi somewhat resented that iron is not steel: "You have to work harder, this little coquette is not a simple character."

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

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

Maner froze for a moment and stopped talking.

"That fox is divided into male and female. The fox spirit is also divided into men and women. I blame me for wanting to hide in the countryside for the first two years. I actually let this kind of fox spirit wrap me up. I think he is a big man who is born whiter than a woman. The waist is thin and the butt is quite upturned. Where is it like a big man, obviously a boy and a woman. It is said that such a man is the most harmful."

This is said to be naturally a middle-aged man named Uncle Dawang according to his third uncle, son-in-law of his second uncle.

Uncle Dawang and Fan's family are in the same village, and still have relatives. He is a gang in the dart board, and he often follows the south.Because of the wide market and the many places he went to, Bao once dragged him to give Fan Jinchuan twice.The news this time was brought by Uncle Dawang. Bao Shi didn't believe it at first, but Uncle Dawang said that she had a nose and eyes, so she packed up and asked Uncle Dawang to find someone to send her and Maner over.

Who would have come to see it, it really is.

Bao has lived for most of his life. He hasn't seen anything like that. His son's look at Master Fang is exactly the look of a man looking at a woman.

She can't read this wrong!

Maner kept packing things silently and didn't speak.

Bao said a few words, but also found it a bit boring: "Maner, what do you think?"

"Mother, what do you mean, what can I think about?" Maner whispered.

"You are such a stupid girl! My son is wood-knob-headed and grew up reading sage books since he was a child. Whatever he wants, he must have not responded to his thoughts about Master Fang. You must work hard at this time. Ah, drag him back."

"Mother, how can I pull, I won't."

"The old saying is good, men chase women across mountains, women chase men's gauze. I want to tie his father back then, the most handsome and prosperous descendant in our village, with a small face and a handsome white, carrying a book bag Walking in the village, don’t mention how many women like it. I’m not the best in our village. Later, he chose to marry me, because I will make it harder. He went to a private school to go through a sorghum field, and I was there every day. Waiting for him there, stuffing him a chestnut today, Minger stuffing him a purse, and later stuffing him a sweet potato, he wouldn't just stuff it, for a while, one day he took my hand and asked me what Meaning, he took the initiative to pull me, and this will not be the case."

"But fuck me..."

"Anyway, I should have told you what you said, so don't say that mother doesn't help you."

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

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

Under the moon, there was a stone table with a recliner next to it. Feng Sheng leaned back in the recliner, with a small table next to him and a jug.And she was holding a wine glass, and made a special decision on the moon.

"Yindi is so 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.

The moon like a disc can vaguely see the contours of different shades above, it seems that there is a Guanghan Palace built there.There is also a person named Chang'e, Chang'e has a rabbit, and a person named Wu Gang, who is chopping the laurel that will be cut forever.

"Brother..."

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

Fan Jinchuan suddenly didn't know what to say, Zhiwu twice, and said: "Today you laughed, my mother, she is actually very good..."

"Auntie is very good."

As soon as these words came out, Fan Jinchuan could not take it anymore.

Can only continue to watch the moon.

Unconsciously, a pot of wine was finished.

Unconsciously, the night is getting late.

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

Feng Sheng stood up: "Master, rest early."

Fan Jinchuan watched her back disappear behind the door and stood for a while before leaving.

Feng Sheng lay down on the couch, Zhiqiu put the tent down.

"Master, you..."

"Resue early, sleepy."

In the following days, Feng Sheng fell into nothing.

The arrangement has been arranged, just wait for the time to mature.And after more than a year, Fan Jinchuan now handles county government affairs in a manner that is as small as someone who commits crimes and commits crimes.

Today, he is not the same as he used to be. In the imperceptibility of Feng Sheng, he also began to learn that sometimes he can’t do things straight, but he wants to kill and fight, and he must use means.

In this way, if everything is fine outside, Feng Sheng will be more idle.

After spending two days in the county government office, Feng Sheng went to spend time outside.Or find a drama building to listen to the drama, or go to the east of Beishi to see the lively, the time is also very good.

"Master Fang is so elegant."

Feng Sheng glanced at the other party, said lazily and said: "Sit, brother."

"I heard people say that Master Fang always came to Deqing Building to watch a play. I thought it was nonsense from the following people. Why have you been so relaxed recently?"

"It's just doing nothing."

Feng Sheng bullied himself and poured tea to Gouqing. During the process, she glanced at the other party. She always felt that he was a little strange, but she couldn't tell.

After Gouqing sat down, she felt even more weird because the other party didn't even speak. Gouqing was not so silent.

"If Brother Gou is in trouble, I'll be busy myself. I really have no time to pass the time."

"That line, I really have something."

When Gou Qing left, Feng Sheng figured out where he was strange. In addition to being extremely silent, she also felt that Gou Qing's face was wrong, as if she was seriously ill.

Going out of Deqing Building, Gouqing's cheeks could not help twitching.

The follower who had been quietly following him, stepped forward and helped him: "Adult?"

"nothing."

"You haven't recovered from the injury, you shouldn't come out, Nader..."

Gou Qing's eyes were sharp: "Pouting!"

"Yes."

As we fall into autumn, in addition to worrying about the annual autumn flood, we also have to worry about the weather before the autumn harvest, so the county government is gradually busy.

Seeing that as the grain filling period reached the final stage, the autumn harvest came again.But nothing happened this year, with the experience of the previous year, everything is in order.

Fan Jinchuan was busy for a day, and returned home exhausted.Before he entered the door, he saw Xiao Qi winking at him, and when he entered the house, Maner was standing inside.

"Brother Jinchuan, I think your soles are broken, and I made two more pairs for you. You can see if they fit well."

Over the past few months, Maner has made several pairs of shoes for Fan Jinchuan, how could it not fit, but Fan Jinchuan still sat down and tried.

He didn't want to try it. He had done it before, but Maner's rare stubbornness, although he didn't speak, kept watching him until he tried to say it.

"Thank you, Xiaoqi took it."

He gave Maner a complicated look again and said, "Girl Maner, I actually told you that I have always treated you as a sister. If you want, I can marry you as a sister."

Fan Jinchuan and Man'er said this several times, from the beginning it was difficult to speak, and finally to speak out calmly.He thought he was still facing silence this time, and he continued to make shoes and food for him after the silence. However, this time Maner spoke.

"It's because of Fang..."

At this time, someone came in from outside the door.

It's Fang Fengsheng.

"grown ups."

Fan Jinchuan remembered the good things he had discussed before and stood up: "Go back, I have official duties."

Maner glanced at him and left with his head down.

Feng Sheng smiled: "I seem to be a bit unlucky."

Fan Jinchuan gave her a complicated look, and then he regained his spirit: "Nothing, do the right thing first."

The two went to the study, and blank blank papers were spread out on the book case.

Feng Sheng poured some water in Yantai and began to paint Fan Jinchuan.

Both were cautious, Feng Sheng grinded out the momentum of going to war, while Fan Jinchuan kept watching Shu Shuzhi in a daze.

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

Xiao Qi came in and lighted the lights, and for a time the lights made a great deal, which also awakened them.

"Master, have you thought about it?"

"We plan for many days, isn't it for this day?"

"can--"

Feng Sheng couldn't talk anymore.

After the autumn harvest, local taxes were escorted to Beijing, and it was time for salt administration to turn over the salt class, but the salt class in this season was even more bleak than in the spring season, not even two-tenths.

The Chaoye was shocked, and the Emperor Jianping was furious. These days, the church was very unsettled. For the salt class, all parties were torn in full swing, which is the best time for Fan Jinchuan to write.

Not at this time, when to wait?

"Maybe this play is handed up, maybe you will face a big disaster, even the calamity of prison, even your life and safety, even swearing for the world, even..."

"Although there are thousands of people, I will go." Fan Jinchuan drew the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the first word on the Shushu paper.