In the evening, Chen Fu arrived with documents.
Xianjin, along with a group of his men, stood at the porch of the courtyard, holding lanterns to meet the guests. The light from the lanterns was concentrated on the country stone floor, like a round and gentle moon.
The orange trees not far away are lush and leafy, with plump yellow fruits hanging on the short branches, and the dense layers of spicy leaves open a big hug to the night sky.
As November approaches, the weather in the suburbs is colder than in the city, and the nights are colder than the days. It is already the time when even a thin jacket makes your hands feel cold.
Suo'er exhaled boredly, and the hot air immediately condensed into white mist in front of his eyes.
Zhou Ergou also exhaled, and the second ball of white mist grabbed the corner shadow of the previous ball of white mist and quickly merged into one ball.
Zhou Er Gou secretly touched Suo'er's elbow with joy, and motioned Suo'er to look with a beaming expression, "...We are together! We are together!"
Xianjin:...
Kill all these people showing off their affection!
Xianjin avoided her gaze with disgust, and then saw Qiqiqi on the other side taking exaggerated small steps from the back of the crowd, approaching Aunt Zhong as if no one was noticing.
Xianjin:...
The wind brought by your small steps blows all to the suburbs where I miss you!
Damn it, kill all those people who have a crush on me!
To ensure his safety, Xianjin looked straight ahead, his eyes determined as if he was about to enter the palace.
After a while, Chen Fu came limping along the country road. Xianjin came to greet him with a lantern. Chen Fu had been walking all the way and was shivering with cold. When he looked at him again, he saw that his eyes were red and his lips were chapped, obviously he had been crying.
Xianjin hurriedly welcomed Chen Fu into the room and poured several cups of hot water. After replenishing his water, Chen Fu took a deep breath and looked up to meet his stepdaughter's worried eyes.
Chen Fu forced a smile with difficulty and shook his head at Xian Jin, "I'm not sad, really, I'm not sad at all."
"I've wanted to leave for a long time!"
"Hahaha! I finally got what I wanted!"
"Hahaha, I was so happy when I walked out of Chen's house!"
“Hahaha, I’m so happy!”
Chen Fu smiled and wiped tears with his back turned, then pushed Xianjin out, laughing exaggeratedly with his hands on his hips, "Hahaha, your dad is so happy. I must go to bed early today and have a sweet dream! Hahaha!"
As soon as Xian Jin stepped over the threshold, he heard loud crying again. Xian Jin turned around and saw Chen Fu taking out He Ainiang's tablet from his only bag. He was squatting on the ground, crying out of breath.
Xianjin pursed his lips slightly.
My father has suffered a lot in the past two years - first he encountered bandits in the mountains and was frightened into unconsciousness, then his leg was broken and the pain caused him to have a high fever. Now, at the age of forty, he finally faces the fact that "my mother really doesn't love me".
Xianjin closed the door for Chen Fuxu.
Forget it, let’s not kill those who are just in love for the time being.
......
Life in the suburbs goes faster than Xianjin had imagined. There are no leaks or tight schedules in the notebook. The only measure of the passing of time is the sun over the mountain.
Xianjin's courtyard had people stopping by at the beginning: Boss Shang and Chief Cao of Xiaocao Village came specially. Boss Shang wanted to ask Xianjin to come out and revive the printing industry, but Xianjin declined in fear. She was afraid that she could not start the industrial age by herself. The magic of movable type printing could still occupy a place for hundreds of years. She had nothing to revive...
While Village Chief Cao expressed his concern for Xianjin, he was also concerned about whether the Chen family’s orders in Xiaocao Village would be affected.
Xianjin gave a very definite negative answer: "Four or five useful guys have gone with them. The Chen family is short of people now. Xiaocao Village's paper is solid and can fully meet Chen's daily demand. From a business perspective, unless Madam Qu goes crazy and destroys herself, it is impossible to touch Xiaocao Village's orders."
Next came Brother Qiang who had a strong memory. As expected, birds of a feather flock together. The illiterate and the semi-literate hit it off right away and felt they had known each other for a long time.
Brother Qiang patted Zhou Ergou's shoulder and said drunkenly: "Brother! I recognize you as my brother! You did a great job as 'He Lin Da Wei'!"
Then he called to Suo Yuanming who was serving fried peanuts, "Hey! Niece! Bring us another plate of pig's head!"
Zhou Ergou's face turned black: It doesn't matter if I don't recognize this brother!
Then it was Yo Niang, holding the child, who followed Xian Jin to carefully tour the courtyard. They chatted for a long time, with envy in their eyes.
After that, no one came.
Zhou Ergou and Qiqiqi closed the door separately and slept soundly for seven or eight days - the two of them hid in Xiaocao Village. As Xianjin's last knife, the pressure of replicating Bazhang Xuan for two or three months was so overwhelming that it made them bald.
Qiqiqi even created a new item of work injury compensation: the hair loss fee.
Xianjin refused to pay compensation, but admitted to buying some sesame seeds as a symbolic consolation.
Aunt Zhong went back to Jing County. Her son had just started to learn elementary school. He was originally studying with Master Qin. After passing the imperial examination, Master Qin concentrated on preparing for the exam and assigned the students of his private school to other academies. Aunt Zhong was worried about everything and had to go back to look after him.
Suo'er and Zhang's mother cleared a piece of land at the doorstep. Although they planted in spring and harvested in autumn, the seasons could not stop the Chinese people from cultivating their bloodline - they planted onions and garlic in the field and boasted that they would give everyone a self-sufficient paradise next year.
The next day, Xianjin caught Suo Yuanming at the entrance of the village and used two cents to coerce and bribe him into exchanging the boy's maltose.
Zhang Yuanming not only took advantage of the gossip of the widow from the next village, but also took advantage of her melon seeds. This was a very immoral act, both spiritually and materially.
There is indeed a huge conflict between commerce and farming in nature.
When a person is often in the world of capital, it is difficult to abandon the convenient habit of using money to obtain daily necessities - the development of this habit is more fully exerted in later generations, and even evolves into a situation where the most basic material needs must first satisfy human needs to be served.
The popularity of take-out and home delivery group buying in later generations is the best proof of this.
When Xianjin came up with this idea, he simply spread out the paper and tried to write these immature and fragmentary ideas into a complete article.
When writing articles becomes free of burden and purely voluntary, the whole thing...doesn't become interesting!
Especially considering that the sufferer himself does not have a strong desire for academic study...
But now that he's here and his head is open... Xianjin can only grit his teeth and keep writing. He writes with a grin on his face, a splitting headache, and a grudge, like he's entering menopause.
Even while writing articles, he has mastered the skills of cutting fingernails, toenails, and peeling off dead skin to perfection.
I started writing for ten days and wrote nine paragraphs, totaling 670 words, including the title, the foreword, the guiding significance and the central idea...
It belongs to...very rubbish academic existence...
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the moon had a big hole in it, like a meat pie that had been bitten hard by a celestial dog.
A voice poked out from the window frame, "What's going on? Have you found that doing business can't save the Chen family? Are you going to give up business and pursue literature?"
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