Chapter 32 The Shortcomings of the Marquisate

The courtyard where Zhou Ankang lived had no property, but the courtyard where Feng Zuwu and his wife lived was different.

Many of the property of the second house was burned down, and the most valuable thing was Zheng Lian's dowry. There were

at least tens of thousands of taels of banknotes, antique calligraphy and paintings, furniture, cloth, books...

everything turned to ashes.

Zheng Lian cried so hard that she fainted and woke up and continued to cry.

Fortunately, no one was killed or injured. When the courtyard where Zhou Ankang lived caught fire, everyone woke up and ran out of the room to see the excitement.

Ruan Ruoying was furious. They

had to find out how the fire started.

But no one could explain it clearly, and every maid said they didn't see it. Because at that time they all ran out and stood in the corridor to watch the fire in the outer courtyard.

The fire started in the couple's room.

Zheng Lian herself couldn't explain it. It seemed that the candlestick fell over, but it was impossible for the candlestick to burn so quickly. The fire was so strong that it soon burned the whole room. She wanted to save the banknotes under the makeup box but it was too late, and her hair was burned. What

puzzled everyone the most was that the fire could not be put out.

After all, Ruan Ruoying was of a certain age, so she had a lot of thoughts in her mind.

Although Feng Zuwu didn't tell her mother directly about the fire in the outer courtyard last night, she guessed that it must be her son who asked the Zheng family to do it.

Is it retribution?

As the mistress of the house, Song Shuqing was busy making arrangements for the aftermath.

Steward Chen called all the servants in the mansion to come and clean up the ruins to see if they could find some valuable things that were not afraid of fire.

When they saw that even the silver had melted and formed a ball on the ground, everyone was terrified.

How could this fire be so overbearing?

No one knew the answer to this question, except Feng Zuwen. The

cleanup was not completed until the afternoon, but nothing was found.

Only a few stone pillars supporting the beams fell alone on the ground, looking so shabby.

Song Shuqing was very glad that the fire only burned the yard where the second son lived and did not spread to other places. If the entire mansion was burned down, where would this family live?

Xiao Hei is an expert in controlling fire, and of course he would not let such a thing happen. If even the young master has no place to sleep, then its fur will definitely suffer.

Every time it was naughty and did something wrong, the owner would pluck its hair as a punishment. Its hair was very precious.

The second house had no place to live, so Song Shuqing had to clean up the side yard that Feng Zuwu used as a study and let the couple live there.

Rebuilding a house would take more than a day or two.

It was already evening when everything was settled.

Song Shuqing asked the kitchen to deliver meals to each room on time.

The first house's family usually ate together, especially dinner.

As long as they were at home, they basically ate together.

After dinner, Song Shuqing asked Feng Yuanjie's nanny to take him to sleep. He also sent away the servants who were serving him.

The family looked at each other with different expressions, and no one spoke.

Feng Zuwen kept looking at Feng Tianxing intentionally or unintentionally.

The others also followed Feng Zuwen's line of sight.

"Tianxing, come to Daddy's arms." Feng Zuwen broke the silence.

Feng Tianxing knew that she had done something bad, and she felt guilty. She walked slowly to Feng Zuwen.

Her body was empty and fell into his arms.

"Did you set the fire last night?" Although this was a question, Feng Zuwen used an affirmative tone.

At that time, only Feng Zuwen heard Feng Tianxing's thoughts.

The other people were not next to her.

"What? You said that the fire last night was set by your sister?" Feng Yuanhan was surprised, "Why?" "

The fire in Doctor Zhou's courtyard was certainly not set by your sister. The two assassins set the fire. The secret guards did not catch up, but who did it is self-evident." Feng Zuwen immediately explained that he could not wrongly accuse his dear daughter.

Feng Tianxing lowered her head. He took Feng Zuwen's hand and wrote two words on his palm: It's me.

[But, I'm right, the fire in Doctor Zhou's courtyard must have been started by my second uncle. I'll fight back and let him have a taste of being burned.] This

little girl is so capable, and it's so helpless for her father.

Such a good daughter should have lived happily under his wings, but the whole family asked her, a three-year-old child, to take care of her.

Feng Zuwen hugged Feng Tianxing tighter.

"Good child, don't be so reckless in the future. Let daddy come if there is anything. You just need to eat happily, drink milk, and grow taller. Daddy doesn't blame you, but I feel so incompetent that my daughter has to worry so much."

Feng Zuwen couldn't say the words he wanted to preach anymore. The child was also for this family.

It's just that this operation was too rough.

We still have to spend money to repair the house.

"Sister, you did a good job." Feng Yuanhan knew it was his sister who did it after hearing what Feng Zuwen said. She was so pleasing to him that he had to do it this way.

After all, he was only 13 years old. Of course, his thoughts were very radical.

"Second brother, do you want to be beaten?" Feng Zuwen was reluctant to say that the young lady didn't need to worry about the young boy.

"Dad, don't you feel relieved?" Feng Yuanhan was a young boy, of course, full of blood.

Feng Zuwen was speechless.

The second room's repeated actions made him very disappointed.

The blood relationship had long been consumed.

Thinking of when he was a child, Feng Zuwu followed him and called him big brother sweetly.

He was scolded by his father and ran to him to complain.

Later, when he went to school, he was spanked by his teacher. He did not tell his father first, but ran to his elder brother.

His father was tired from teaching him martial arts, so his elder brother carried him back to his room.

Feng Zuwen, who valued friendship, was in pain.

When did his second brother start to leave him?

Yes, after he passed the imperial examination.

If he is good for nothing and needs to rely on his elder brother to survive, how can he have ambition?

"Dad. Although my sister is a little radical. But I think she did a good thing. In the future, we should not swallow our anger, but fight back." Feng Yuanhao also supported it.

"Hey, your mother will have to worry about it next." Feng Zuwen sighed.

"Our yard is not burned down, why should mother worry about it?" Feng Yuanhan asked stupidly.

"If the house is burned down, don't we need to spend money to rebuild it?" Song Shuqing glared at the second son unhappily.

A child who doesn't know the value of firewood, rice, oil and salt until he is in charge of the family.

"Haha..." Feng Yuanhan couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

It turned out that he was short of money.

"Our mansion is not rich. Our ancestors have only built the business for three generations.

We only have a few shops and two farms. The annual interest is just enough to cover the expenses of the whole family.

The mansion we live in was gifted by the emperor back then. Your grandfather didn't spend any money to buy it. And your grandfather didn't know how to run it. Until now, the mansion looks prosperous, but in terms of money..."

Song Shuqing said to the end, it was difficult to say it directly, because seeing the expressions of the father and son, it was really difficult to say anything more.

The father and son lowered their heads silently.

This is indeed the shortcoming of the mansion.

There is no one in the family who is engaged in business, so it is really difficult to inherit the family business.

But there is one good thing about the three generations of the mansion, none of the men have taken concubines, so the children are all born to the same mother and are more united.

But when it came to Feng Zuwen's father, his wife was injured after giving birth to Feng Zuwen, and could no longer have children, and she was also sick all year round. She passed away when Feng Zuwen was thirteen years old. At

that time, the old marquis was only thirty-four years old, and it was a critical time for the competition for the throne. Some people set their sights on his backyard. In order to avoid trouble, the old marquis took the initiative to marry the daughter of a sixth-rank official as his second wife, who was Ruanying.

Unexpectedly, just this one thing would cause so many troubles.

[Mom, I can make a lot of money. One pill of mine can make people empty their family's wealth. ]

Feng Tianxing couldn't help but scream in her heart after hearing what her mother said.

Then she flipped her little hand, and a pill appeared in her hand.