A piece of paper

Earlier than the Chinese New Year is He Ainiang's birthday.

On the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Chen Fu took Xian Jin to a small village full of orange trees in a mule cart. The village was managed by an old couple. The layout of the village was simple. The old couple lived in a row house near the door. Both the house and the west wing were empty, with a few cages of bright yellow chickens raised in front of the bungalow, and lush orange trees behind the row house.

Chen Fu asked Xian Jin to wait in the West Wing without changing his expression, while he licked his hair around his ears in front of the bronze mirror, straightened his neat skirts, and walked towards the main room.

When Xianjin enters the west chamber, the inside is full of furniture made of huanghuali wood, a complete set of tables, chairs, stools, platforms, chests of drawers, raised tables and six-legged incense tables. Look, such a set of furniture can't be taken down without a small seven-figure figure in modern times.

Especially the Jiangxiang pear tree in the inner room that carries the pomegranate blossoms and blooms with hundreds of sons and grandchildren, it seems that it has been put with care.

Showing gold and mixed flavors-she is not a melon, so she might not be able to see that this is a dowry prepared for her by her cheap father.

I don't know when the preparations started.

Anyway, it's pretty good.

Xian Jin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand—an eagle-like woman shed tears.

Xian Jin touched in the east and played in the west. After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for Chen Fu to come out, so he stepped out to have a look.

Walking to the main room, through the hazy window lattice, I vaguely saw Chen Fu sitting at a square table with two cups of tea, one in front of him and one in front of a small memorial tablet.

"...Ai Niang, you've made a fortune. You're amazing. You can make money. You can manage the store well and keep the staff in order."

Chen Fu's voice was so calm, he babbled about the daily life, as if He Ainiang was sitting next to her and never went far.

The eagle-like woman leaned against the wall quietly.

"She is so capable, she must not be like me." Chen Fu smiled.

Xian Jin was at the foot of the wall, also laughing.

Dad, heredity is based on blood relationship, not on who eats more with someone.

Chen Fu laughed again, "You are also stupid, you have never settled your accounts clearly, you are so cute, you can't wait to sleep until the sun rises - that girl is definitely not like you."

Xian Jin's back was pressed against the gray wall, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"That girl might be like her own father."

Chen Fu's tone was full of jealousy, "You said that her own father is very powerful. He knows half of the sky and knows everything on the earth. Xian Jin is so promising, he is probably like him."

Xian Jin held his breath.

She was so fucking curious about her biological father.

In this world, she followed her mother's surname, which was already amazing.

Chen Fu snorted, "You say he's great, but I think he's a coward no matter how good he is, leaving his wife and children to suffer outside. Anyway, I, Chen Fu, can't do such a thing."

Xian Jin pursed her lips.

This is true.

Now that the clan concept is so strong, a woman comes out with her young daughter, like a disaster victim, eating bark and sleeping in the cowshed, can only say that the father's clan may have fallen?What is more likely to be a disaster, let the woman in the family sneak out with the child?
If He Ainiang hadn't met Chen Fu, no one knew what would have happened—a beautiful young woman was traveling alone, without the ability to support herself, and the final outcome was generally not very good.

Chen Fu in the main hall seemed to be coaxing someone, and his tone softened, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, every time you talk about Xianjin's father, you will always get angry, don't say it, don't say it!"

Immediately afterwards, he was distracted by some miscellaneous thoughts, Chen Fu took a look at the sky, stopped talking unsatisfactorily, and went out with Xian Jin to the top of the back mountain to kowtow to He Ai Niang to offer incense.

Xian Jin looked at the inscription "Chen Fu's Wife" on the tombstone and kowtowed three times.

After returning to the mule cart, Chen Fu's mood was obviously depressed, he lowered his head and fiddled with the jade pendant outside his jacket.

Xian Jin racked his brains to think of a topic, "...Your yard is really beautiful."

Chen Fu's mood faded, "Ai Niang's idea was to have a yard full of orange trees, but she didn't see it..."

The mood is even lower.

Xianjin: .....
A woman like an eagle is really incompetent for such delicate tasks as comforting people...

Xian Jin thought for a while, and after hearing what Chen Fu said just now, the cheap father wanted to say the words of his ex very happily, so he did what he liked and said good words, "It's a good thing my mother met you, she met someone first I'm not beautiful, and I don't know what kind of person my dear father is..."

Chen Fu raised his head in grief and indignation, "I am your father! What kind of father is there! He is also your father!? You came to the Chen family when you were less than five years old! You are as thin as a kitten. Pulled you up by peeing! I have never cared so much about my two boys! When you grow up, you can say that you have your own father!"

Xian Jin: I'm sorry, her skill point may be in the area of ​​emotional needs, which is not highlighted.

He wanted to flatter him, but in the end he patted the horse's leg directly.

Xian Jin, who had lost his qualification as a hexagonal fighter, could only bury his head and swallow his breath to deal with Daddy's heavy punches.

All the way back to Jing County, Chen Fu praised his devotion and contribution by recalling Xianjin's frailty, thinness and short stature at the age of four, compared with Xianjin's robustness like a bull and cunning like a fox today.

In the end, the sadness dissipated a lot.

Ok.

Although the process wasn't right, the ending was good, so let's take Xian Jin as his own merit +1.

Back in Jingxian County, the twelfth lunar month rushes towards the New Year, and the people in the store go back to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year in twos and threes, leaving only Chen Fu and his daughter, the star of hope, the widowed mother Zhang, the homeless little lock, the lonely little flower, and one who has a home and cannot go back. , the bastard Lu who was forced to stay.

Lu Badan, who had been rubbed for nearly a month, felt that his nerves were weakened. The leaves fluttered outside the window, and he thought someone was going to beat him; the Wuxi River was gurgling, and he thought someone was going to beat him.

Live in constant fear of impending personal disaster.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Xian Jin quietly walked into the old store, and saw Bastard Lu lowered his head and settled accounts with a stick.

Xian Jin's curved fingers tapped the counter lightly.

Bastard Lu trembled, and threw the stick into the sky like a conditioned reflex, and looked up like a screaming chicken, "Ah----!!!"

Xian Jin frowned.

After Lu Badan saw clearly that it was Xian Jin, he became even more frightened.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Xian Jin made a silent gesture with a blank face.

The screaming chicken came to an abrupt end.

"How is the account settled?" Xian Jin asked.

"Number... I'm done with the calculation..." Bastard Lu timidly tidied up his calculations, "Every month's account is...clear, I just need to add and subtract..."

Xian Jin raised his eyebrows, trying to make himself look kind.

But she really wasn't that material.

The brows and eyes are a little cold, and the perennial gray-brown coffee color scheme, and the back is straight, like a dung beetle who is trying to be friendly, but has a bad heart and plotting people in his heart.

It made people even more scared.

Lu Badan trembled, "Stop laughing... be careful..."

Xianjin: ...

She's pretty sweet.

I get along very well with Star of Hope, Huahuahua, and Qiao Dashui.

Since it's not her problem, it must be the screaming chicken's problem.

Xian Jin said kindly, "Lu accountant, once you come, you will be at ease. You must take the initiative to integrate into our team, be enthusiastic, cheerful, active and proactive. If you are so repulsive, I will be the shopkeeper. It’s also hard to do.”

Bastard Lu was about to cry.

Tuesday's dog's slaps like cattail palms were only a few millimeters away from sticking to his face every time!
There is also Wangcai at the door, looking at him is like looking at a plate of meat!

and also!

Who threatened him at the beginning to be obedient, and broke his leg if he was disobedient! ?

Isn't it the little girl in front of me!
Now tell him to take the initiative, to be positive, to be enthusiastic...

Lu Badan wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to cry.

If you cry, you will not be happy, and if you are not happy, you may be beaten.