Crossing the road to riches

Chapter 47 Wen Rong's Gold Finger

Before leaving, Wen Hao even brought Wen Rong some specialties from his hometown: "Take it to the brothel, and the song and dance club will help me promote it well. After all, I have the money to pay you back when I get rich. I will pay you back when I have money." I can let him make money from me, and return your money, so don’t be negligent.”

Every time Wen Rong came here with a puff, and then left with a puff, he had finally worn out the hundreds of taels of silver he earned from the last batch of goods, and he was just warmed up by Wen Rong The robber was snatched away and stomped angrily.

No, the next time I go to show off that she will exchange all the money for gold and silver bricks, she will let her only watch but not move, it will make her feel uncomfortable.

I didn't expect that I would get mixed up with the patriarch just so soon after I left, but so what if there are so many people, it's a drag here, I still buy it myself and leave, and pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand to make money quickly.

But Wen Hao may not be able to catch up with her, she can't underestimate the enemy, otherwise all her efforts will be in vain, one day she will let Wen Hao look up at her so high that she can't even see her face clearly.

Wen Hao is still very grateful to his best friend in his heart. He always shows up when he is in trouble. Last time he gave clothes, and this time he gave money to others. He is looking forward to some good surprises for him next time we meet.

Fufu tried his best to restrain his sadness. If the wife-owner really bought such a good-looking man who can do everything by his side, wouldn't she really be moved?

Wen Hao held Fufu's hand without hesitation, and naturally sat on the stool to take care of Fufu's messy hair: "Young master, do you still remember me?".

Lin Wanfeng nodded, how could she not remember what happened not long ago: "I remember".

Fufu became even more nervous. I don't know when the wife-master met such a handsome and beautiful son. Maybe this is the Zhengjun that the wife-master had already decided in her heart. Although she felt sour, she couldn't help it. I really thought of Nian Qiaoqiao. If the person in front of me is compared with Nian Qiaoqiao, then the person in front of me must be in the sky. He looks good-natured, and he is a son even if he can serve him in his own right. For his sake, he won't be too targeting himself.

Wen Hao nodded, pinched Fufu, but the silly man was in a daze and didn't respond at all, he sighed inwardly.

It's not good for her to talk so much with other men as a woman, so she explained briefly, and handed the deed to Lin Wanfeng: "You keep it yourself, and I'm delaying your blessings. The thing is karmic blessings, I need you to teach him what you know is enough, and I will pay you two taels of wages every month, and if you earn enough money, you can give that guy the money you redeem yourself, and the rest is nothing to worry about. Confession".

Lin Wanfeng felt that this woman was very special: "Don't ask me why I am here, and you are not afraid that I will cause trouble?".

Wen Hao was also quite straightforward in throwing the pot: "It's not important, but you want to say that you are all ears."

Lin Wanfeng didn't want to explain himself unclearly: "Nine clans have committed crimes, women beheaded, and male military prostitutes are also dead. My mother sold me out of this trick."

Wen Hao nodded and didn't care much about this matter. Instead, he pinched the nose of the person next to him and loved him incomparably: "Don't think about it, this is to find a housekeeper and a teacher for you. You should follow along, otherwise, how will you count in the future?" Get the money at home."

Lin Wanfeng looked at the woman in front of her doting on the man next to her, and couldn't help but think of her parents, who were also so loving. There was no one else in her life, and her nose was red again, but she didn't shed any tears. Become extremely silent.

In the past, when his parents and sisters were around, he could cry unscrupulously, complain unscrupulously and willfully, but all his relatives are gone, and even the servant who followed him was beaten to death. Only himself, he can only replace everything with silence. Will not appear so vulnerable in front of people.

There are some things that Fufu has never asked. Wen Hao hopes that he can muster up the courage to ask. It may be because of enough love, so Wen Hao also hopes that Fufu will be himself in his heart, and he will be jealous and win her from her and leave it to him. s position.

Although Fufu is very kind to herself, obedient, and well-behaved, she always feels that there is not enough. I can be alone, I don't want to share my wife with anyone else.

I wanted to quench my thirst with the twisted melon, but after quenching my thirst, I became more greedy.

At this time, Fufu didn't get distracted and listened to what the two said. The son in front of him was really miserable. Everyone in his family was beheaded. He changed from such a good life to a slave who was bought and sold by everyone. Well, slaves are not even as good as people like him.

Wen Hao smiled: "Fufu, Mr. Lin will leave it to you to arrange, you have to take good care of him."

The man next to him nodded and took Lin Wanfeng into an empty cabin: "Young Master Lin, let's live here temporarily, don't be disgusted, the village is flooded, these are temporary house basins , but the wife-owner has already bought a tea house in the town, and there is a second yard behind it, and we will pass there soon."

Fufu seemed to treat Lin Wanfeng as a gentleman, respectful and respectful, but such respect did not bring Lin Wanfeng's smiling face, but just said lightly: "Just call me Wanfeng".

Although he said that his task is to be a teacher to the man in front of him, but in essence, it is not an employment relationship. Each of them retreats to advance. It is not what it used to be. He tries his best to do his duty well, and the man in front of him does not need to respect him as a teacher. .

It's not that Lin Wanfeng never thought of dying, but wouldn't that have failed the painstaking efforts of his father, mother and sister, so he had to live, and he had to work hard to live.

Fufu looked at the man in front of him, although he was a little cold, but he was not hostile to him at all, which made him feel relieved: "Fufu, Nian Fufu, you can call me Fufu, I will listen to my wife's words, and in the future I will listen to you too."

Lin Wanfeng didn't think deeply about the meaning of Fufu's words, thinking that Fufu meant himself as a teacher, so she nodded slightly: "Yes".

"When are you free?".

Fufu looked at Lin Wanfeng like a little pug wagging his tail with envy in his eyes. It was the first time he had close contact with such a good-looking man. Not only was he good-looking, he even smelled delicious. Yes, but it's not as pretentious as Nian Qiaoqiao, which he likes very much.

"In the morning and evening, if you are free, it doesn't matter if Wan Feng can't get up in the morning."

Lin Wanfeng nodded, turned his back and knelt down to lay the floor mats by himself. This was the first time he had done this kind of thing, and it was a bit clumsy, but it didn't matter. Learn to do it.

This was an opportunity to perform in front of the future Zhengjun and immediately squatted down: "I'll come, I'll come, Wan Feng just sit down."

Lin Wanfeng frowned and looked at Fufu, seemingly unhappy, and Fufu could tell, what did he do wrong just now, and what did he not do wrong?Isn't he paving the floor like this?

He turned his back, shouldn't the meaning be obvious, that is, irrelevant personnel can go out first, why is Fufu still sticking to him, even if he is studying, there is no need for such flattery.

After thinking about it, it is rare for a man to have such a desire to study, how can he not do his best to fulfill it.

"Paper and pen".

Fufu didn't react for a while, but immediately flew out and flew back, and brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the future Zhengjun.

Even in the shabby room, Lin Wanfeng still had a very elegant temperament. She knelt on the floor, arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in order, rolled up her sleeves and rubbed the ink, and silently wrote out all the three-character scriptures stroke by stroke with her head bowed.

Fufu stared dumbfounded, ashamed of himself, all because of why there is such a big difference between men, although he can't read any words, but it doesn't affect his appreciation of beauty, even if he is illiterate, Fufu knows that this handwriting is very It looks good.

Lin Wanfeng reckoned that these three-character scriptures would be enough for the man in front of him to study hard for a month: "Six characters at a time, two characters a day, just teach it once."

His memory is very good, even if he knows how to teach Fufu once, he is confident to remember it, and there are only six words at a time, but he still hopes to learn it quickly, so that his wife will look at him with admiration: "I can learn faster, Remember."

Lin Wanfeng shook her head, enlightenment is so easy, the foundation must be solid: "Let's talk!".

Wen Hao drew a picture for the repair of the house, and handed it over to Wen Mao after writing the notes. He just went to the town from time to time to have a look, but he never met New Year Qiaoqiao and his stepfather again.

Potatoes have begun to bear fruit. It is very intuitive to see that small balls have sprouted from the roots, and there will be a harvest in a short time. Now the grain in the grain shop is [-] yuan a catty. A lot of refugees came, but they were blocked by the government at the gate of the county seat, and the daily public distribution of porridge stabilized the situation. Fortunately, the refugees did not accumulate more and more, and after a small wave of intermittent, they never appeared again.

It's just that the arrangement of these refugees outside the city is also a headache. They are all old, weak, sick, and disabled.

We can only count the number of people temporarily, let the soldiers watch and suppress them, and then distribute them to the various towns attached to the county seat.

Wen Mao seemed to be a different person after that incident. Although he didn't talk much before, he is more silent now but always likes to stare at people sullenly, which makes people hairy.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, the little girl who was mixed with Xiao Hua and Liu Chan's gang was hooked to the county town in the middle of the night for some reason, and they were all covered in sacks and beaten to the point that several bones were broken. I know, they just received letters from two heads, saying that they made a small fortune and took the sisters to wander around the county.

They also thought that maybe the notice was fake, and they didn't show up for so long in the past two days, maybe they got rich behind their backs, and the appointment place was near a famous kiln, so they didn't have much thought about the place for fun.

They were beaten out of nowhere, and the two who beat Wen Mao back then were directly beaten, one died and the other's lower body was crippled.

The next day, two unsuspecting people reported to the officials, but they didn't get any results. Once they found out that these people were gangsters who often sneaked around and bullied honest people, they were almost beaten and locked up by the government.

Wen Mao seemed to be a normal person, as if he had never done such a thing before, she had never done it before, but this group of people usually did a lot of evil, and when others came to the door, he just gently He pushed it behind his back.

The happiest thing for Fufu every day is to be courteous. When work was over at night, he quietly brought something good for Lin Wanfeng. He wrapped two egg tarts in oiled paper, although they were a bit crushed.

Lin Wanfeng is used to eating fine grains, and in this short period of time eating big pot rice in the village, he became visibly thinner, so he had some small cooking, but the corn dregs porridge felt stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it. There is not even a decent house.

He endured the nausea and went there once, not only biting his bags all over, but also vomited out bile.

Fufu saw it in his eyes, he knew that Wan Feng was Jingui's son, and naturally he couldn't adapt to the life of these rough people, so every day he secretly brought some pastries that didn't look very good.

Since it can be sold so well, it must be able to enter Wan Feng's mouth.

Lin Wanfeng saw that the egg tart that Fufu was holding was deformed, but he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart. Although he came here not long ago, he found that Wen Hao was an extremely talented person with outstanding looks and a promising future. She always maintains a polite indifference and alienation, but she is extremely gentle and doting towards her husband. That day he accidentally saw her getting up to dress and wash his husband. How can a woman like this not be obsessed with that man? .

Looking at Nian Fufu's lack of talent, appearance, timidity, and even the word virtuous, he was thinking about how the sand and gems stand side by side.

But when he got along with Fufu, he found that there was a different world. He seemed to have done nothing but did a lot of things that were easily overlooked. He found that it was because of Fufu that he was in such a strange environment. Can also be very at ease.

The bouquet of wild flowers on the window sill is very inconspicuous, but he has never seen it wither, because it is picked fresh every morning.

Fufu heard from others that the sons of wealthy families are all sentimental, and there are always flowers and plants in the house, and the fragrance is overflowing. He thinks that Wan Feng's house is gone, and he should be very uncomfortable here, although Wan Feng has never had many. What to say but he could see that he was very sad.

Why Wanfeng has never been bitten by mosquitoes in the cabin, because Fufu came here every day to burn wormwood to smoke.

Fufu was a little embarrassed: "Although the length is a bit short, the taste is definitely not bad."

Lin Wanfeng silently nodded her forehead, and lightly opened the mouth of this new style of pastry. The outer skin is crispy and the inner filling is full of milky fragrance, which is very delicious.

At this time, Fufu wrote and recited silently, and Wan Feng watched Fufu make mistakes while drinking tea while eating tea, which had become a tacit understanding between the two of them.

Every time Fufu writes a word, he glances at Wan Feng. If there is no expression, it is right, and if it frowns, it must be wrong.

This was the most distressing time for Fufu. He had never been beaten by his wife, but he would be punished if he made a mistake here.

Lin Wanfeng also discovered that Fufu's memory ability is indeed beyond ordinary people, and he memorized the Three Character Classic in just three days, which made him admire again.

(End of this chapter)