Zhong Mingwei secretly made up his mind that even if he didn't go down the mountain to buy a house, he would still have to repair the yard. After the spring, he would have to expand the yard and build a few more rooms. And every room would have to have a kang.
"Oh, sir, you see I was so busy that I forgot about this." Pang Yi slapped his forehead. Then he said to Zhong Mingwei, "Sir, Grandma Chen down the mountain said that she broke both her arms in the village this morning after falling down. It's so pitiful. Madam got the news and was very worried. It happened that when I came to pick up Mr. Gu up the mountain, I happened to meet Madam. Madam told me that she would go back with Mr. Chen to see Grandma Chen, and she might not be able to come back in the next few days. She asked me to come back and tell you. I was so busy that I forgot. I really deserve to be beaten! I deserve to be beaten!"
"Grandma Chen broke her arm? Is it serious?" Zhong Mingwei was startled and felt very uneasy. He and Grandma Chen didn't have much chance to spend time together, but he had always heard from Ah Chou how good Grandma Chen was and how much she loved him, so Zhong Mingwei naturally had a good impression of Grandma Chen. Moreover, when they were in the most difficult times, they relied on the embroidery work that Grandma Chen gave to Ah Chou to survive, so when he heard the news that Grandma Chen broke her arm, Zhong Mingwei felt very uncomfortable.
"I'm afraid it's very bad. She's so old, and she broke some bones. How can they grow back so easily?" Pang Yi sighed, and then said, "No wonder Madam was so anxious. She didn't even have time to go up the mountain to tell me, and she rushed to the village."
"Tomorrow, go to the village," Zhong Mingwei instructed, "and buy some more supplements and send them over."
"Yes, I obey your command." Pang Yi said hurriedly.
"And..." Zhong Mingwei said again, but he was obviously hesitant. He looked at Pang Yi, and hesitated for a long time before he said, "Go to the street and buy a new coat for your wife and send it over."
Zhong Mingwei knew Achou's personality very well. She left in such a hurry that she might have remembered to pack Grandma Chen's clothes, but would definitely not have remembered to pack her own clothes. Thinking of the large and extremely worn cotton robe of Grandma Chen that Achou wore last night, Zhong Mingwei felt uncomfortable.
"...Yes." Pang Yi was stunned, but still nodded in agreement.
"Don't buy a long cotton gown, just buy a short jacket," Zhong Mingwei added, "If you see a suitable padded jacket, buy one for her as well."
I'm afraid Achou will be busy running around at Grandma Chen's house. It's not convenient to wear a cotton robe, so a small jacket is more convenient. After all, there is a kang at home, so it won't be very cold.
"Yes, I'll remember that," Pang Yi nodded, and asked a little worriedly, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Zhong Mingwei thought for a while, then looked at Pang Yi seriously: "The small jacket should be madder red, and the padded jacket can be light yellow."
The corner of Pang Yi's mouth twitched: "...Yes, I will remember it."
Even though he agreed verbally, Pang Yi's heart was full of rage, and he kept scolding himself for being too nosy. Why did he ask that one more question? It was already embarrassing for a grown man to go out on the street to buy clothes for his daughter, and now it was even better, and he had to buy madder red, light yellow...
Oh my god!
"Where's Mr. Gu?" Zhong Mingwei took a sip of tea and looked out the window. "Why can't I see him?"
"Oh, he just said he was going to the mountains for a stroll," Pang Yi responded, "he said he wanted to collect some snow water for medicinal use."
"You can go and have a look," Zhong Mingwei said, a little worried, "after all, he is over 60 years old."
Pang Yi was not happy about it and muttered, "From what I see, he doesn't look like he's sixty at all."
"I don't think so either," Zhong Mingwei recalled what Gu Changlin had said just now, and couldn't help but complain. He frowned and looked at Pang Yi, "Pang Yi, are you sure? Is he really the famous Gu Changlin?"
Pang Yi nodded bitterly: "To be honest, I have been wondering about this in my heart. I have been doubting it all the way."
Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard him say that: "The one who can force you, who doesn't say more than three words a day, to be like this must be a capable person."
"Master, you are teasing me again!" Pang Yi also laughed, but suddenly his face darkened, "Master, this Ningguta is really undercurrent. I have only been here for a few days, and I found that there are two groups of people who are always keeping an eye on us."
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