"Sister-in-law, your house is nice. Where did you get the furniture custom-made?" Fang was straightforward and didn't like formalities. She would ask directly if she saw something she liked.
If it requires spending money, then do it the way that requires spending money.
Su Jiaoniang instantly understood what Fang Shi meant, and she asked with a smile, "Are you planning to make the inn like this?"
"Yes!" Fang replied.
Su Jiaoniang said, "It's not impossible, but I have a request. Your inn deals with people from other places. If they have any rare items or seeds that aren't available here, please keep an eye out for them. I want anything rare. Also, Lucheng is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are many good things in the mountains. If I get anything that isn't available elsewhere, please help me display it in the inn..."
After thinking it over, Fang realized that this was a simple matter for her. Anyway, the furs and other goods brought by the hunters in the mountains always sold well, so having more mountain products wouldn't hurt.
Su Jiaoniang was also a capable person. Seeing that Fang Shi nodded, she promptly recommended the carpenter who made these furniture pieces to Fang Shi.
Fang touched the sofa, then the coffee table. The smooth marble coffee table was different in style from the mahogany, pear wood, and jujube wood coffee tables. There were also several small drawers on the coffee table.
Pulling open the drawer, I found some small items inside, including screws, building blocks, and a slingshot that kids love. Fang Shi liked it more and more as he looked at it.
As night slowly fell, Futu and Xiaoya brought Lu Daiyan back from the mountains.
The three children left home clean and tidy, but returned tanned darker than the last.
Seeing the children's state, Su Jiaoniang laughed: "How did you get yourself into this state?" She gently patted Futu and Xiaoya's clothes and found that the black stains seemed impossible to wash off.
He reached out and slapped the little girl's bottom: "Why did you play so dirty?"
"The mud on the mountain is black. If you fall, it will turn black!" Little Ya laughed and held out her black shoes.
She had so much fun splashing in the water; she loved it.
Fang stared at Lu Daiyan, whose hands, face, and neck had turned black, her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately did not hit her son.
It's not easy for a child to get himself into this state.
It's just that the people who do the laundry have a tough job.
"Sister-in-law, it's getting late. I'll take the endorsement back first, and we can talk another day." Fang Shi said, leading Lu Daiyan away.
Lu Dahai smiled at Su Jiaoniang and said, "If Mother makes any unreasonable requests, just refuse them. People can't be spoiled." After saying that, he left the courtyard.
Su Jiaoniang walked out the door and watched Lu Dahai and Fang Shi leave.
Thinking to himself that this couple was quite interesting, Lu Dahai was not the kind of person who was blindly filial, but he had his own principles. Fang Shi was straightforward and would say things directly that he couldn't say himself.
In this way, he could save face while also preserving his own interests to the greatest extent.
The Lu family members don't seem to be stupid. Even Lu Dashan was able to scheme to kill or sell off the original owner of the body, while keeping the profits for himself.
Lu Daishu became a Xiucai (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations), and Lu Congrong was also quite interesting.
Su Jiaoniang smiled. No matter how smart she was, she was already a woman who had been kicked out of the Lu family. Did those people have the shamelessness to let her go back?
Then wouldn't his previous accusation that Futu and Xiaoya weren't Lu Wujiu's children be a contradiction to himself?
I took care of the two children and bathed them, cleaning the two dark-skinned little ones thoroughly.
Su Jiaoniang pulled the two children out of the water, pointed to the dirty clothes and said, "Do your own thing, go and wash your clothes clean."
The little girl shyly hugged her clothes and walked towards the wooden basin, and Futu followed her to wash the clothes.
The black clothes seemed to be dyed; even after being stained with wood ash and soap, they remained pitch black.
The little girl stared wide-eyed at Futu: "Brother, what should we do?"
"Wash it again." Fu Tu stared at the clothes, feeling strange. How did he end up jumping into the dirty muddy water with Xiao Ya?
The clothes were washed until they were white, but still filthy. The two of them finally gave up and hung the dark clothes out to dry.
Su Jiaoniang went to the kitchen and prepared some light dishes. She was a little full from lunch. When Changsheng returned from Doctor Liu's house, he found that Gu Xizhou was not home. A look of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Where is my uncle?"
"I don't know." Su Jiaoniang shook her head; she had just been at home.
However, she wasn't worried. Gu Xizhou was the regent, and he was very prudent. In this small place, no one could get him into trouble. If something happened to him here, probably no one could save him.
At this moment, Gu Xizhou and Zhao Han were standing together.
He stared at Lu Dashan, who was tied up in the cell and in a state of unconsciousness.
Gu Xizhou sat behind the curtain, and immediately someone came out with instruments of torture and poured a bucket of cold water on Lu Dashan.
Lu Dashan, who was unconscious, opened his eyes and, still inertia, straightened his hips. Upon seeing his surroundings, his body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened instantly, and he shook his head, splashing the cold water onto the ground.
The instruments of torture were stained with blood, and the air was thick with the smell of rotting flesh and blood. Occasionally, screams and curses could be heard.
It was like hell on earth.
"Where, where is this? Who are you? What, what do you want?" The man was so frightened that he couldn't speak properly. His face was ashen, and the cold water made him sneeze.
"Who are we? Take a guess?" The interrogator approached Lu Dashan with a blood-stained whip in hand.
Lu Dashan swallowed hard: "Are you from the gambling den? I'll pay you back, okay?"
"Give it to me!" The interrogator reached out; his fingers were rough, and flesh was stuck under his fingernails...
Seeing these hands, Lu Dashan thought of hell on earth.
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