Don't panic, Father Xueba and I crossed together

"Since they are servants, their descendants must also be servants. I just don't know if they will have this opportunity."

Feng Jin spoke lightly, but with a smile on his face.

Seeing Feng Jin's answer, Feng Nanshu felt relieved.

If the father and son had a bad stomach in his house, he definitely wanted to clean up the house.

"His Royal Highness, minister..."

Feng Nanshu saw that Chen Yu's expression was good, so he wanted to speak a few more words with the prince.

Still about his son.

After all, he has raised his son for more than 30 years, and he doesn't know how many years he has left to live.

Regardless of the son's future prosperity and wealth, I just hope that the relationship between the son and the prince can be eased.

I thought everything was over before, but yesterday Feng Zhengnian also said that the prince's people made things difficult for him.

"When Taifu was studying, his altar was clear, but sometimes he was blind and couldn't see people clearly."

Chen Yu seemed to know what Feng Nanshu wanted to say, and when Feng Nanshu opened his mouth, he had already spoken in advance.

"I'm stupid, I don't know what His Highness the Crown Prince said?"

Feng Nanshu looked confused.

It shouldn't be talking about the father and son in Fengmin City!

On the surface, he agreed, but in fact he also made them servants and death contracts. To a certain extent, he also controlled them.

You can kill him anytime.

Why do you say he doesn't know people clearly?
"Lingzi doesn't have the slightest bit of talent of the young Taifu, and even his appearance doesn't have half the resemblance."

After Chen Yu said a word, he left with Feng Jin.

I didn't intend to say it at first, but both Feng Mincheng and his son came to the door, maybe Feng Zhengnian also knew about it.

If you find it troublesome, let me remind you!

For those who recognize their relatives but not their relatives, Feng Jinfeng Minsheng does not insist.

Go with the flow.

"I don't know what His Highness the Crown Prince means?"

Feng Nanshu didn't react, and asked the prince who had gone away loudly.

His Royal Highness was born indifferent, so naturally he would not explain it to him.

With Feng Nanshu's wisdom, he will be able to react soon after thinking about it.

"Father, why are you so out of control?"

Feng Zhengnian did not know when he came over, and he was still holding an empty bucket in his hand.

The medicinal soup in the bucket has been separated, and the remaining residues have dried up on it.

It seems that he hasn't gone to fill the medicine soup for a while, and has been in the dark without leaving.

Still worried about Fengmincheng father and son.

If they told the truth of the matter, he, the only son of Taifu Feng, would probably be a joke.

"It's nothing."

Feng Nanshu was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Feng Zhengnian, but quickly calmed down, glanced at the empty bucket in his hand, and said,
"Go get some medicinal soup and distribute it to the people in the city!"

"Yes, father."

Feng Zhengnian smiled gently, and took out a sesame seed cake from his bosom,

"Father has been busy for a long time. He must be hungry, right? The biscuits sold here are pretty good. I brought one for my father."

A sesame seed wrapped tightly in oiled paper was placed in Feng Nanshu's hand.

Feng Nanshu took the biscuit, opened it, and it was exactly the kind of biscuit baked in an old-fashioned stove.

When he was young, he also liked to eat, and often asked his personal servant to buy it. …

Feng Nanshu subconsciously looked at Feng Zhengnian, at the familiar eyebrows.

Slightly stunned.

There was such an illusion that he seemed to see Feng Jiafu, the former personal servant.

"Go and help. If you are tired, find a place to rest."

Feng Nanshu took a bite of the biscuit, looked at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

"Yes."

Feng Zhengnian saw that the expression on Feng Nanshu's face did not change, he settled down a little, and carried the empty bucket to continue filling the medicinal soup.

The darkness in his heart has never been shown in front of his father, and now he is an obedient son.

Even though his father told him to rest when he was tired, of course he had to work hard for the people in the city!
Some are to make his father feel that his son is qualified.

Feng Nanshu looked at Feng Zhengnian's back and was silent for a while.

Originally, he wanted to help the common people carry the corpse together, but unconsciously walked towards the direction of making soup.

The appearance of Feng Minsheng was reflected in his mind.

I didn't think it was strange before, but I just felt that seeing Feng Minsheng felt like old friends at first sight.

Now that I think about it carefully, Feng Minsheng now has the same face as the proud him in the past.

Feng Nanshu's hands holding the biscuits trembled, but he still finished eating the biscuits.

The expression on the face is not much different, but the figure is much bent.

If, if it's true.

It means that the son born by the deceased wife was severely abused...

Feng Nanshu didn't dare to think about it any further, just by listening to a few words, he could hear about Feng Minsheng's misfortune from the villagers of Yangliu Village.

And the source of all these misfortunes came from him. He didn't keep his late wife's last words, didn't protect him well, and let the evil servant take advantage of it.

Legs are as heavy as lead.

From a distance, he could see Feng Minsheng's busy figure.

He is cooking soup and medicine for the people, and he looks so serious.

That profile, apart from being three points similar to his own, actually more resembled his deceased wife.

A hundred kinds of feelings came to my heart.

For a while, I don't feel dumbfounded.

"Master Feng, is something wrong?"

From the corner of Feng Minsheng's eyes, he had seen Feng Nan's book a long time ago. After reading Feng Nan's book, he kept silent, so he greeted him from a distance.

Leaving aside those who are not biological, Feng Minsheng got along very well with Feng Nanshu before, this person is loyal to the common people.

He admires such people.

"I, I'm here to see if the soup is ready, and I'll carry it to the people in the city to drink."

Feng Nanshu casually picked up an empty wooden barrel placed on the ground, and walked towards Feng Minsheng.

"It's time for another cup of tea, my lord, please wait a moment."

Feng Minsheng threw the pills in his hand into the cauldron and stirred them with a spatula.

Allow the tablet to fully blend.

"How old is Minsheng little brother?"

Feng Nanshu suddenly asked.

Feng Minsheng's fingers stirring the medicinal soup paused slightly,
"Thirty and six."

"I don't know if you were born in the twelfth lunar month?"

As soon as Feng Minsheng opened his mouth, Feng Nanshu's questioning came out.

"Yes."

Feng Minsheng sighed insignificantly and nodded.

He knew in his heart that Feng Nanshu should already know something, but he was not sure yet.

He was making a pity for his deceased original body, Feng Minsheng. If he and his daughter hadn't crossed over by accident, I am afraid that Feng Nanshu's own flesh and blood would have been swallowed up by the people of Feng's old house long ago.

"What a coincidence, my son is the same age as you in Zhengnian."

Feng Nanshu looked at the pitch-black medicinal soup in the cauldron, and felt that the medicinal soup was too bitter, and when it poured into the nasal cavity, his whole lungs felt uncomfortable.