Steps to Be Phoenix

The old lady also looked as if she was worrying too much. She was on the verge of tears as she kept mumbling, "My son, my son."

It was as if the First Lady was looking at the Old granny and Second Master, but was actually looking at the scenery in the distance. On the other hand, Luo Ming Lei was lowering his head to look at the withered grass by his feet, while Luo Ming Yan was counting the stubble on his Second Uncle's face.

When the Luoan's time returned and heard the news of Luo An Xu's return, as well as what happened today, his eyes darkened.

Then, after thinking about it, he decided to reward First Lady, Fourth Aunt, Eldest Miss and Eldest Young Master. He did not explain the reason for the reward and only instructed the Countess to be more attentive towards his birthday.

This made Luo Ming Shi laugh uncontrollably: "It's not strange at all," he continued. "Take someone's money to help them get rid of the calamity, so we have to prepare the Old Mistress' birthday present."

Hearing that, Wang Chun became nervous, and started to speak: "Aiya, my young miss, you can be quiet, if others were to find out that you have prepared a birthday present for my wife, they would say that you are unfilial."

Hearing that, Luo Ming Shi laughed, "Wang Chun, you are confused, I have no outsiders here." Then, he said indifferently, "The madame is not interested in us. No matter what gift we prepared for her, it couldn't compare to Second Uncle's words."

What do you want to prepare? To make needlework on a screen to embroider a picture of a life compared to Nanshan, or to write out a hundred words of life in a hundred different fonts? I'm afraid that even if you used the embroidery to prick your finger and make your wrist stiff, the old lady wouldn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

When Wang Chun heard this, she also let out a sigh, and then heard Luo Ming Shi say:

"I know what I'm doing. I'm rushing to the warehouse to find that rare object. The old lady has never seen anything like it before, so just treat it as a coincidence." I remember that one. "

Wang Chun could only agree.

The old mistress had only said that she wanted to spend her life here and had left it at that. She only wanted to be a Maitreya Buddha on the day of her birthday.

With the Old Mistress as her longevity, logically speaking, the First Lady should have been very busy since long ago. However, the First Lady did not expect himself to be able to earn some face in front of the Old Mistress and do such a thankless task. Thus, he could only come up with ideas and throw them all to the butler.

There were a lot of people in the Luo Fu. Besides, there was no one who dared to order the First Lady around.

When the old mistress heard this, she just gave a cold humph. "She doesn't even want to put on airs anymore." Then there was nothing more to say.

The Old Mistress and the First Lady did not get along well, and the entire Luo Fu knew that it was a secret. However, when the Luo Fu opened its doors to welcome the guests, the two ladies in the inner court each knew how to act.

Everyone in the capital knew that the old lady of the Luo Fu was celebrating her birthday. Before dawn, the front and side doors and back doors of the Luo Family were already surrounded by a lot of people.

The people surrounding the front door were all spectating for fun, they saw the Luo Family coming out, personally lighting the cannon bamboo, while the spectators gave them face as they applauded. It was no wonder that the commoners were so excited. Every time a big family had a wedding, they would hand out their copper coins and longevity bags to beg for a prize.

Although copper coins were not worth much, who would like to give them free, a longevity bun was still food, so there were many people fighting over them. It was unknown where these rumors came from, saying that the longevity bun in Luo Fu was more delicious than the other families', thus there was a large group of people waiting at the back door, waiting for Luo Fu's longevity bun.

After the sound of the firecrackers finished, the Luoan's time cleared his throat and said to the crowd: "Thank you all for coming today to congratulate my mother. For my gratitude, everyone can receive a copper coin from the side door. Everyone, please do not be polite with me. As of now, please forgive me for having to hand over all of them to you. "

After Luoan's time had finished speaking, many people said "it's not strange" and "it's not surprising". These kind words of thanks, that were out of place, did not come from anyone who said that Luo Family was stingy.

A copper coin may sound small, but when you're done with the collection and the next round, who's going to talk about you? Even if it was just a peasant family, if one were to say that there were eighteen concubines and more than twenty children in the family, how could you not give them? Not giving? Luo Master did not say that.

Speaking of which, this kind of limitless collection of food until morning, there was still an hour and a half left, it was all a loss, it was enough to cover the expenses, other than Luo Fu, who else could afford it in the capital?

The wealthiest man in Jiangnan was not for nothing. Everyone started to guess that the wealth of the Luo Family was only second to the treasury.

In the group receiving the money, there was a fat butcher who had a knife scar on his face, which was very obvious. He had taken the knife scar for more than twenty times, and he felt a bit embarrassed.

This time, it was his turn again. He immediately rolled his eyes at the doorman and said, "Little brother, good luck." As he said this, he extended his hand to ask for money. The fighting chicken money trembled as if it was about to collapse.

The gatekeeper couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw it was him again. He directly slammed an orange-yellow copper coin into the butcher's hand. However, his heart was on the verge of collapse:

I've already seen you 30 times. No matter what you want to pretend, can you remove the scar on your face first? Wouldn't it be great if you could obediently take the money from this smiling man behind you? I'm tired of giving out money. Why are you bothering me?

A lot of people were giving out birthday pouches at the back door. The manager was dressed like a scholar, holding a brush in one hand and a book in the other. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw another person.

"Count."

"Twenty … Three? "