The eaves are arranged at the same angle and have an orderly, solemn and beautiful appearance.
Chen's house is a very typical Huizhou architecture with "four waters flowing into the hall". The rooms are odd in number, and each is three or four meters wide. The rain falls continuously from the eaves like a bead curtain, like an encounter between time and a waterfall.
Xianjin sat on the railing of the veranda, looking up at the heavy rain.
Aunt Zhang came running over, put a big blanket on Xianjin's head, and rubbed his hair while asking in a low voice, "What happened? The concierge said that the old lady was so angry that her face turned blue. Does it have anything to do with us?"
Xianjin likes the word "we" very much.
There is a sense of relaxation that you are not alone even if you kill or burn something.
Xianjin shook his head, "It doesn't matter."
Aunt Zhang continued to look at him slyly, and asked quietly, "Is it because of Master Wu?"
Xianjin pursed his lips, "Not entirely."
After a moment of silence, Xianjin looked up at the rain that was not weakening, and then whispered, "There is a saying in my hometown that a leper can't find a place to scratch his itch. It means that a person with lepers can't find a place to scratch his itch. It is usually used to describe people who have been wronged or have grievances elsewhere, but can't find a place to vent."
Madam Qu is in this state now.
Someone must be held responsible for the sudden death of Chen Jianfang's father. Old Madam Qu does not think it is herself. Oh no, maybe she has guessed it, but she is unwilling to admit it, nor dares to admit it.
This person can only be someone else.
Xianjin glanced at the small hall.
The Chen family makes paper, and they use the paper they make to paste their windows, so of course they use it very well.
Thick and snow-white.
One could only see a few dark shadows through the warm, steady light of the oil lamp in the inner room.
Xianjin turned his head and asked Zhang Ma softly, "Second Brother Zheng, are you okay?"
Mother Zhang hunched over, shook her head slightly, and whispered to Xianjin, "It's okay... I came back earlier than you, but I almost twisted my ankle when I jumped down from the beam. I didn't even tell Lu Badan, I just asked Master Li to borrow safflower oil from Zhou Er's dog room to help twist my ankle. It doesn't hurt anymore now."
Xianjin nodded.
No matter how fake the beam was, it was impossible for it to be knocked down by lightning on the first day it was put up.
If the thunder can't strike down, then Brother Zheng will.
"Tell Manager Dong to give Lu Badan a holiday these few days and send him out of the Chen residence."
After all, she is related to Chen Laowu, so it is already a risk for her to accommodate him. There is no need to test Lu Badan's loyalty at this time.
No one can withstand the test. When getting along with others, there is no need to create puzzles or be mysterious.
Aunt Zhang nodded quickly and asked, "Have you eaten yet? Shall I make you a bowl of vegetarian three-fresh noodles? Fill your stomach?"
Xianjin shook his head. "I'm not hungry. You take Suo'er and Zheng Erge to eat first. I'll wait."
What are you waiting for?
Aunt Zhang wanted to ask, but then she thought it was useless to ask, as she was not even a hair smarter than Jin Jie'er - she only needed to take care of the group of people under Jin Jie'er's wing and make them plump and white, and she would be considered to have done a great deed and been very capable.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems that only the Third Master can meet this standard among this group of people - even this is not her credit, but his own hard work...
I examine myself three times a day: Do I eat too much for others? Do I socialize with my colleagues without eating? Do I get fat after eating?
After reflecting on her mistake, Aunt Zhang felt ashamed and turned around and walked quickly towards the kitchen, as if something was chasing her.
Yes, performance is chasing her.
As soon as Aunt Zhang left, the corridor returned to silence, and no one in the entire house dared to act recklessly at this time.
Master Chen Wu in the small hall didn't dare either.
He knelt on the square bricks with his head lowered and his eyes ashamed. He glanced at Second Aunt Qu out of the corner of his eye, but was met with a merciless roll of the eyes by her - he came back in a hurry, and was hurried by the doorman to the small hall. As soon as he entered the small hall, he saw Qu, who was furious and shouted at him to "kneel down!", and then brought out his eldest brother's tablet.
He is so old, he can't stand such hardship.
In just two moments, his knees began to ache and sore.
"...Sister-in-law, don't cut the innocent souls with your sword. You want me to die knowingly, right?" Chen Laowu smiled bitterly with a sad face, "You are coming with the wrath of thunder. I have been your brother for so many years, but I still can't figure out which cloud your thunder came from."
Madam Qu's left foot was slightly cold today, and she could feel the cold air moving up along her leg bone. She glanced at Aunt Qu and asked her to bring a pot of hot tea. Then she turned her head and said indifferently, "You have been my brother for so many years, and you have always been the backbone of the Chen family's harmony and hard work. You have made an indelible contribution to the Chen family's current family business."
Chen Laowu still maintained that bitter smile, his back hunched more and more, like a pitiful shrimp, "Brother, I dare not take credit for it. If it weren't for sister-in-law leading the Chen family out of Jing County, perhaps our branch would have been bullied to death by the clan members at that time!"
"You don't have to recall the good and bad times with me, just look at you now! You forgot your roots and betrayed your ancestors! Do you still have a trace of Chen family's unyielding spirit? If I said so, you would have followed your sixth brother long ago! Except for your Chen family name! Go back to the village to farm and chop wood!"
Madam Qu's words were full of hostility, and her words implied that she was going to open the ancestral hall and kill everyone!
Chen Laowu hurriedly knelt to Madam Qu's feet, kowtowed three times, and cried, "Even if I have to go to hell, I have to be a clear ghost! Sister-in-law, you have to give me a clear way to die!"
Madam Qu looked at Chen Laowu sternly and finally spoke, "Erlang's father's yard, today's Jixi workshop... do you know how much money you have made from it?"
Chen Laowu's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know how Qu found out, he immediately kowtowed three times in front of his brother's tablet on the table. When he looked up again, there was a faint trace of blood on his forehead.
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