Chapter 120: Someone, there's a thief in the Xie family
"This is my winter solstice gift for my sister."
In Lu Xiaoxin's hand, he holds a small dough figurine, the most striking feature of which is the plum blossom petal on the forehead.
Lu Mingchao carefully wiped the sawdust off his fingers with a handkerchief, carefully took the dough figurine, and said in surprise, "There are gifts on the Winter Solstice!"
Lu Xiaoxin's eyes blinked, as if filled with tiny stars, and his head was like a chicken pecking at rice, "There is a gift."
"If you want to learn wood carving from me, but you don't learn it, you can only make dough figurines."
As he spoke, Lu Xiaoxin felt a little embarrassed.
Lu Mingchao smiled and said, "Sister likes it very much."
"But my sister didn't prepare a gift for Xiaoxin, what should I do?"
Lu Xiaoxin's head was shaking like a wave drum again. "Xiaoxin doesn't need any gifts. Give them to sister. All to sister."
Lu Mingchao's smile deepened. "Xiao Xin also needs a gift. Let me think about what to prepare for Xiao Xin."
Maybe we can find some toys that can develop Lu Xiaoxin's brain power in the space supermarket.
"It's cold. The dough has frozen and cracked. I'm going back to my room to think."
Lu Xiaoxin corrected her seriously, "Sister, this is not a freeze crack, this is a dry crack."
Lu Mingchao: ...
In the kitchen.
The bowl slipped from Lu Yao's hand and fell to the ground.
Xie Yan quickly caught the bowl, wiped the water stains off it, and immediately placed it on a wooden rack beside him.
Fortunately, he is good at martial arts, otherwise my mother-in-law would have thought he had some opinions.
Does Shu Yuan's identity make Lu Yao so nervous?
Lu Yao's eyes widened, no longer as calm as before. "Who do you say you are?"
Shu Yuan tightened his grip on the broom and repeated, "Shu Yuan."
Lu Yao blinked slowly and dully. "Shu Yuan, who is said to be the most proud disciple of Mr. Yu of Baopu Academy, who never lost in the debate arena, the companion of the late emperor, and won the first place in the imperial examination at the age of seventeen."
"I am also Shu Yuan, the eunuch who entered the palace as a slave at the age of eighteen." Shu Yuan added with a trembling voice, like a thin thread swaying in the wind.
At the age of eighteen, he should have been enjoying great success and triumph over his success in the imperial examination.
"I've heard of your legend." Lu Yao suppressed his surprise.
Shu Yuan's face showed the uneasiness from a few breaths ago.
legend.
Lu Yao called his past a legend.
"Shu Yuan, you are so unlucky." Lu Yao said lightly.
Shu Yuan: "Are you still willing to be friends with me?"
There was a faint smile on Lu Yao's face, and there seemed to be a sense of inquiry in that smile, as if he was wondering why Shu Yuan would ask such a meaningless question.
"It is a blessing to be friends with a legend."
"Also, a writer is a person of substance, not skin and bones. There is no need to belittle oneself, but to face up to one's own inner value."
"The two words 'Shuyuan' once stunned the Daqian literary world ten years ago."
"You have good taste." Shu Yuan turned around and continued to clean up the mess on the ground.
It was getting dark.
Lu Mingchao spent the whole afternoon with Old Lady Lu and Yun Niang making intimate little cotton jackets before he got up and went home.
On the way home, Shu Yuan, wearing a Mi Lan headband, felt like he had drunk fake wine. Famous works seemed to be on his lips, and he could recite them as soon as he spoke.
This is a feeling that even the most favored eunuch in the emperor's arsenal cannot experience.
Along the way, dogs in every household responded to Shuyuan.
Xie Huaiqian's eyes looked at Shu Yuan with increasingly complicated expressions.
Perhaps, the root of the grievances of the previous generation never lay with Shu Yuan, but with the previous emperor.
The night deepened.
There was a bean-sized lamp on in front of the bed, swaying slightly.
Lu Mingchao yawned a little sleepily, "Ayan, I haven't asked you how your refined rice business is going."
Xie Yan said as he untied the curtain, "It's OK."
"The refined rice you provide is of high quality, with each grain being full and shiny, of uniform size and bright color. It is sweet and soft after being cooked, and tastes excellent, so I feel more confident when I talk to grain merchants."
"If the goods are good, cheap and profitable, we will naturally be inclined to cooperate."
"By the way, a grain merchant revealed that Sun Zhiye has been actively socializing these days and is willing to give up part of the profit to renew the contract."
"The landlords and wealthy people still care about the ghosts that haunted the Sun family, and many of them make excuses to cover up the problem, but some of them are willing to believe in Sun Zhiye's business talent and help him in times of need just to make huge profits in the future."
Lu Mingchao wiped the tears from his eyes as he yawned. "The world is bustling with people, all for profit."
"The world is in turmoil, all for the sake of profit."
"It's just a nice way to put it, 'help someone when they need it most.'"
"If there really was a sense of loyalty to help someone in need, you wouldn't have been so reckless in breaking the contract unilaterally before."
"According to my calculations, three days from now will be a good day for opening."
As he was talking, Lu Mingchao yawned again.
The lights went out and the night wind howled.
The next day.
Thick fog spread, shrouding the area in all directions. Visibility was extremely low, only about three feet away, making it difficult to distinguish between humans and animals.
Lu Mingchao had just finished explaining the day's tasks to Feng Jinyu, and his mouth was dry. He held the cup and drank water in big gulps without any image.
"Niece, niece, I, your uncle, am here to visit relatives."
When Lu Mingchao first heard the term "visiting relatives", he was a little dumbfounded.
If there are no festivals, what's the point of having relatives?
Feng Jinyu, who was learning to write stroke by stroke, frowned and reminded, "Master, your uncle."
Lu Mingchao frowned, and his memory suddenly came back to him. He said in one breath, "The son of my grandfather's first wife who died early, who had a cold relationship with my grandfather and my father, could not wait to separate the family property as soon as my grandfather died, and followed his wife to settle down in Dahe Village?"
What kind of relative is this?
Feng Jinyu nodded hurriedly, "Yes, it's him."
Lu Mingchao's eyes flashed with disgust, and as he looked at the thick mist where he could hardly see his fingers, he pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Jin Yu, did your teacher know that I have an uncle?"
"I don't know." Feng Jinyu understood.
Lu Mingchao smiled and said, "Yes, yes."
With a plan in mind, Lu Mingchao walked towards the courtyard, stood at the gate, cleared his throat, and shouted in a trembling voice, "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight? How can I have an uncle?"
As he spoke, he opened the door.
A figure appeared in the thick fog, and Lu Mingchao fell down with a rolling pin.
However, who will tell her why there is another one?
In a flash, Lu Mingchao swung the rolling pin in his hand again. The man dodged in panic and bumped into the blue brick wall next to him. The wall dust accumulated on the wall was rubbed off and fell down.
Lu Mingchao pursed his lips slightly and gripped the rolling pin tightly, his finger joints protruding obviously.
"Jin Yu, go call someone and tell them that there's a thief in Xie's house!"
Who stipulates that she must engage in back-and-forth fighting with her best relatives in farming novels?
Of course, it wasn't that she couldn't pull it apart, it was just that the uncle showed up too late, and she no longer had the patience to slap him gently in the face.
If someone has bad intentions, then beat him with good intentions.
As the saying goes, when a dying man is about to speak, his words are good.
When a person is about to be beaten to death by her, no matter how hard-hearted and hateful he is, his words will become nice.
Feng Jinyu ran out as he was told, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help! There's a thief in the Xie family."
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