As it got dark, it became too dark to see anything, so they gave up.
The meal was a pleasant one for both the host and guests.
After dinner, Shuiqing began making the beds for the three of them.
It has to be said that building more and bigger houses makes it so convenient when guests come over.
The west wing was empty, so Bai Manshan and Li Huyu stayed in one of the rooms. Originally, Bai Ziqian could have stayed in the other room, but Fan Hu was a little scared as it was his first time sleeping alone, and he kept saying that he wanted someone to sleep with him.
Therefore, the glorious task of sleeping with him fell to Bai Ziqian.
After the accommodations were arranged, Shui Qing's family had been busy all day moving and hosting a banquet, and Bai Ziqian and his two companions had also had a long and tiring journey by carriage.
Knowing that there was still a lot to do tomorrow, the group washed up and went to bed early.
The room was clean and spacious, the new bed was sturdy and large, the quilt was warm and fluffy, and the sheets and duvet covers were delicate and soft. Although it was already cold in winter, everyone who had eaten and drunk their fill felt only warmth.
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The Fan family's old house is like a New Year celebration today.
"Grandma is truly capable!" Fan Dazhu said, munching on the leftover fatty pork and cabbage stew from lunch, while praising his grandmother.
Mother Fan looked extremely pleased with herself.
She shared her experience, saying, "Your uncle is such a clueless person. He didn't even let you, his close nephews, attend the wedding banquet for such a big event as moving into a new house!"
"I, as his mother, am not going. I want to see how he'll ever hold his head up in front of the villagers."
“Those old folks must be laughing at my uncle’s family to death. My uncle must be regretting it now.” Fan Erzhu thought so too.
His grandmother and all his relatives never lived there, so what's the use of building a nice house for them?
"The most important thing is that you thought of having him send the dishes for the wedding banquet over, so that we not only don't have to go, but we can all eat!"
My uncle brought over four large bowls; I'm afraid there won't be enough for everyone at home. My aunt's expression probably wasn't pleasant to look at. Fan Dazhu picked up the last piece of fatty meat from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, chuckling indistinctly.
The others watched with envy as the large piece of fat disappeared, their hearts aching as well.
Fan Zhaodi, who received nothing, silently drank the black vegetable porridge in her bowl, not at all envious.
My aunt wouldn't get angry over such a small amount of food.
Her older sister was able to give her six steamed buns, all of them meat, and her aunt didn't even show any sign of distress, so why would she care about the four bowls of dishes her younger brother brought?
I'm afraid the food my aunt is eating now is beyond what Grandma and my parents could even imagine...
Fan Qian puffed on his pipe and said, "Didn't they say the second son's family had no money? I went to the village today to inquire, and they've received all their wages!"
Not a single penny was missing.
Sun Jinhua was eating a dark-colored steamed bun dipped in cabbage soup when she heard this and said nonchalantly, "They probably borrowed it from somewhere. If it was a loan shark, they'll be in big trouble!"
Hearing that it might have been borrowed at exorbitant interest rates, Fan Qian felt strangely more at ease.
Those who spread stigma are no good; they are all ruthless characters who would cripple someone without batting an eye. Once you get involved, it will take half your life to get rid of them.
“I saw a carriage heading towards my second uncle’s house this afternoon,” Fan Sanzhu said suddenly, while also shoveling soup into his bowl.
The others suddenly looked up at him and asked in unison:
What kind of carriage?
How many are there?
What were the people rushing to catch the carriage dressed like?
Fan Sanzhu suddenly felt someone staring at him and nervously swallowed. He recalled, "There was only one carriage, the carriage was probably covered with oiled paper, and there was nothing on it. Anyway, it can't compare to the people who came last time."
The driver was a middle-aged man, not very well-dressed. He must be Hei Zi's father, because Hei Zi was sitting next to the cart, and I heard Hei Zi call him "father."
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