Chapter 363 Worthy of being the blind man's father
Mu Yihan seemed to be struck by lightning, and his whole body froze.
His narrow eyes moved, and for just a moment, it was as if his emotions were shattered.
The Shen family went to Beijing in late autumn.
And in the painting, when Feng picked up little Nuobao, it was also on the way to sell grain in autumn.
The same age, the same season, and even the abandoned river can match.
How could there be such a coincidence in this world.
Unless... Little Nuobao is his own flesh and blood!
At this time, Ali also opened his mouth wide, shock and excitement intertwined, "Master Guoshi, could it be that Nuobao is, ah!"
What a great thing.
He forced himself to suppress a scream, and his head was dizzy with joy.
Mu Yihan tightly grasped the picture book, his slender figure reflected in the morning light, and he shuddered slightly.
It turned out that the flesh and blood he had been looking for had been coquettish in his arms countless times.
But he didn't recognize it, no wonder the Taoist priest scolded him as a blind father!
"Quick, go and prepare the horse." He shouted in a hoarse voice, "I am going to Yuncheng."
Go to Yuncheng.
To meet a concubine!
...
The Jiang family naturally didn't know what was going on in the capital, and they were only busy with business at the moment.
At present, Fuxing Bookstore has become more and more prosperous.
From the initial daily sales of 400 books, it has developed into a maximum of 1,000 books a day.
Among them, in addition to the men, women, and children of Yuncheng, there are more foreign merchants who come to purchase goods because of the reputation.
Jiang Fengnian temporarily became the shopkeeper. He was very friendly in welcoming and seeing off guests, and also made a rule that there would be discounts for multiple buyers.
In this way, it was no problem to make a net profit of 60 or 70 taels a day, and more than 2,000 taels a month. As
time went by, everyone knew that the protagonist in the painting was Jiang's little Nuobao.
In order to strongly support his fourth brother, the little Nuobao would occasionally dress up and run to the bookstore to say hello and show off, which made people cheer.
At noon that day, the little Nuobao was turning the flower rope with Fengmiao, and they heard a commotion outside.
He ran out to see that it was Fengjing who came back.
"Mom, Nuobao, I'm back."
After the three coldest days of winter, the academy also had to take a winter bath, and the child could finally go home for a while.
Feng left the work at hand, pushed the door open and said, "There is ice on the ground in the courtyard, walk slowly, be careful not to slip and fall." Feng
Jing smiled, and just as he walked around the icy area, a "little zongzi" wrapped up with only two eyes exposed rushed into his arms.
"Si Guoguo, I miss you so much, by the way, did you buy oranges and candied haws for Nuobao~" Little Nuobao was wearing a small hood, and white breath came out of his mouth.
Feng Jing immediately tilted his eyes, stuck out his butt, and pushed away Feng Miao who was following him.
"I bought them. There are several flavors. Pick a few that you like and give the rest to Lao Wu and Chun Ge'er."
After leading his sister into the house, he dumped his school bag and a bunch of things came out like a cornucopia.
There were three strings of candied haws wrapped in glutinous rice paper, hawthorn, orange slices, red dates, hawthorn, and yam beans.
In addition, he also bought five or six headbands made of gauze, in goose yellow, water blue, and gray-purple.
There were dark patterns of wreath lotus on them, and each was embellished with imitation pearls. They were so beautiful that little Nuobao grabbed one in each hand and kept gesturing on his head.
Feng came in after washing her hands. "How are you, Fourth Brother? Are you tired these days? I hope painting hasn't delayed your studies."
Feng Jing took Feng's arm, picked out her favorite red date candied haws, and put it to her mouth.
"Don't worry, mother. I only use my after-school time to paint, so it won't delay my studies."
After saying that, he took out two small purses, one for Feng and one for Xiao Nuobao.
These were the rewards Feng Jing earned from being invited to paint these days.
Seeing that there were fifty taels of silver in the purse, Mrs. Feng was both happy and distressed, "Give it to me, I earned it with great difficulty, keep it for yourself as pocket money." As
soon as she finished speaking, a little fat girl at the end of the kang was so excited that she creaked and rolled around on the kang like a ball.
Mrs. Feng hurried over to take a look.
It turned out that the little Nuobao's purse was also filled with fifty taels, but it was fifty taels of gold!
"No wonder this little gold-loving girl is so happy, you guys can get used to her one by one, and I'm waiting for the day when you build her a small golden house and let her lie in it and roll around."
After Mrs. Feng finished laughing, she remembered that her son had "favored one over the other".
"You little rascal, you really forgot your mother now that you have a sister!" Feng pretended to be angry, but she was happy in her heart. When
the whole family got good things, they all thought of her daughter first. This is the family tradition that the Jiang family should have!
Feng Jing touched his head and smiled, then jumped down, pulled his mother's arm to coax her, and told her many interesting things in the academy.
For example, his classmates were all pestering him. They
asked for his "monogram", which is a cursive signature for relatives and friends.
And Dean Wei asked Wei Ting to bring snacks and bribed him to update quickly. Feng's eyes were full of smiles when she heard it, and she could only sigh that life was getting better and better.
After talking until his mouth was dry, Feng Jing did not forget Feng Miao when he went to make tea. He took out five taels of silver from his school bag and secretly stuffed it into his brother's hand.
Feng Miao was so happy that she jumped three feet high, but she was afraid that her mother would find out and confiscate her money, so she quickly took two candied haws and ran to find Wangfu to discuss going to the city to buy small firecrackers to play with tomorrow.
Seeing that the end of the year was approaching, Feng Shi finished calculating the accounts for the year and had an idea in her mind.
She wanted to give some dividends to the villagers so that everyone could have a good year.
Of course, this calculation of dividends was not a sudden whim. First, when Xianquanju was built, the Jiang family had this plan.
Second, although the hot spring belonged to the Jiang family, the guests coming in and out inevitably hindered the village. The villagers never complained, and the Jiang family should also express their gratitude.
Feng Shi asked Feng Miao to settle the accounts. At the end of the year, the net silver left inside and outside Xianquanju was more than 12,000 taels.
"Our family won't give too much, so we will give half a percent as dividends. We will take out 600 taels and let the villagers divide them according to their heads. What do you think?" Feng sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang, discussing with the children.
"Spreading money is also about accumulating good deeds and cultivating good fortune. Besides, the villagers usually help a lot, so this money should be given." Li Qiqiao nodded.
Jiang Fengnian and the others had no objections.
So the matter was settled.
Mrs. Feng wrapped the money and gave it to the village chief and his daughter to divide it. Each household could get between ten and thirty taels.
The villagers were very happy. They had been cultivating the land for several years and could not earn back so much money!
The eyes of Lao Li's first few uncles were red and their hands were shaking.
"Jiang family, it is a blessing for all of us to have your family in our village!"
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