A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 234

Xu San picked up the bottle and put it back in his arms, turned around and ran out bouncingly, saying, "Catch the ants! Catch the bugs!"

Meng Jianjia stretched out her hand to grab him, but unfortunately she couldn't catch him. She gritted her teeth and said, "Come back...you come back..."

As soon as Xu San left, she was truly hopeless.No one can save her.

Xu San came out of Meng Jianjia's small courtyard, and went around catching ants with a bottle in his mouth.After catching and catching, he went to Xu Mingyou's yard.

The courtyard of the former head of the Xu family was not spared this time, and was burned to the ground by the fire.

In the yard of the former owner, there was a hall for receiving guests. The decoration in the hall was very particular, and the shelves were full of valuable jade and antiques.

Xu Mingyou was not willing to bury these things with the former Patriarch before, but now he doesn't have it either.

At that time, people were digging and picking in the ruins, and Xu Mingyou also went to the main courtyard of the former owner to take a look, hoping to find some complete ones.

After a while, the steward came to Xu Mingyou in a hurry, and said loudly: "The eldest son is not good, the third son, he, he..."

Xu Mingyou looked back with a gloomy face, and the steward said out of breath, "Third Young Master ran to your study, took away the ledger that was just delivered this morning (crab) on the desk, and is now heading to the pond! "

Those ledgers record the recent income and expenditure of Xu's shop, and Xu Mingyou hasn't had time to read them yet.

Xu's house is already in such a mess, and if things in the shop get messed up again, it's unknown when things will get back on track.

Xu Mingyou was filled with anger at any time in the past few days. If someone bumped into him, how could he hold back, kicked the steward on the ground, and said in a very dark way: "You bastard, why don't you stop him!"

The steward suffered from pain, tremblingly said: "You can't stop the little one, there are officials around him..."

Xu Mingyou hurried to the pond immediately.

There is a pond in the back house of the Xu family. There is a layer of green duckweed floating on the water, and a few fish swim past under the duckweed from time to time.

If Mrs. Yun was here, she would never be allowed to approach the pond.Because Xu San was planted in this pond when he was a child, and almost drowned in it.

Right now, he has two officials around him, so he can do whatever he wants.

There are several steps extending down the side of the pond until it reaches the surface of the water.When Xu Mingyou came over, he saw Xu San squatting on the step closest to the water, scooping up water and pouring it on the ledger with great interest.

Xu Mingyou roared furiously from a distance: "Xu Yang!"

Xu San paused, raised his head and saw him, and said, "Your book is dark, I'll clean it up for you!"

The dark place on the account book he mentioned is the handwriting of the account book.If this is all washed away, what kind of account book is it?It's just a meaningless waste book!
The ink stains are easy to smudge, and Xu San poured water on it, and the handwriting quickly became blurred.

He looked at the dizzy black ink and felt dissatisfied, so he threw it into the water and scrubbed it, saying: "This is the only way to wash it clean!"

Xu San was very clear, he only washed two or three books, put the washed ones on the left, and put the unwashed ones on the right.

At that time, Xu Mingyou walked over with an almost ferocious expression. If he hadn't been concerned about saving his account books, he would have thrown Xu San into the pond to die immediately.

And Xu San was also frightened by his terrifying expression, and ran up in shock, while Xu Mingyou hurried down the (crab) steps to pick up his account book.

In the end, before he could get up in time, he suddenly threw himself forward due to force, and fell into the pond with his account book.

Suddenly there was a sound of water splashing, and the duckweed in the pond also rippled in shock.

Xu Mingyou didn't know how to swim, and struggled in the water, his head was covered with duckweed, and his green face was very embarrassing.

Xu Mingyou was ups and downs in the water, and suddenly saw Xu San standing on the steps by the pond, looking at him calmly.

Xu Mingyou immediately understood that Xu San might not be crazy anymore.

He deliberately led him to this pond, and then deliberately got him into this pond!

Just like when Xu San was struggling in the pond back then, while he was watching coldly on the bank!
When did he get well?Or have you been pretending to be crazy and fooling around all these years?

When Xu Mingyou's steward arrived late, Xu Mingyou almost stopped showing his head in the water.The steward was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were splitting, he quickly raised his voice and shouted: "Come on! Come on! The eldest son has fallen into the water!"

When everyone rushed to rescue Xu Mingyou, Xu Mingyou was still breathing.

Mrs. Yun packed her things and took Xu San away from Xu's house, but was blocked by the wife of Xu's mistress.

The mistress said that it was Xu San who pushed Xu Mingyou into the pond, and she couldn't just leave so easily.

Mrs. Yun looked at Xu San in surprise, and asked, "Did you push the eldest son down the pond?"

Xu San raised his nostrils and snorted, "He doesn't appreciate me washing his books, and he still wants to squeeze me. He couldn't squeeze me by himself, so he fell down by himself!"

In the past, Xu San was neglected at Xu's house, and Mrs. Yun could only bow her head everywhere.But today is different from the past, the mistress of the Xu family is eager to protect her son, and Mrs. Yun also does not allow her son to be wronged.

Mrs. Yun said: "Do you hear me clearly? It's because he can't squeeze me!"

The moment she heard Xu Mingyou fell into the water, Mrs. Yun also felt an unspeakable joy in her heart, as if the breath that had been suppressed in her heart for many years finally dissipated.

The Xu family's mistress was dizzy with anger, and quickly ordered her left and right to say: "Arrest him!"

The officials drew their swords and stood in front of Xu San, and no one dared to act rashly.

Mrs. Yun said: "I advise Madam to be cautious, the eldest son of the Xu family has been freed from the suspicion of arson and murder, and now you want to do something to the son of the chief minister?"

In the end, there were officials escorting her, and no one in the Xu family dared to stop them, so they could only watch Madam Yun take Xu San away.

When Xu Mingyou woke up, Xu San was no longer at Xu's house, so he didn't care about him.

In late autumn, the pond water is as cold as bone.Xu Mingyou soaked in the water for a while, and caught a cold that night.

The mistress of Xu's family entrusted other people to do these trivial matters, so that Xu Mingyou could only recuperate at ease.

As soon as he was free, he naturally thought of Meng Jianjia. Anyway, he had nothing to do when he was recuperating in bed, but the evil fire in his heart must have a place to vent, so he asked his followers to bring Meng Jianjia over to him today. To pass the time.

When Meng Jianjia heard that her entourage would take her to see Xu Mingyou, she was terrified as if she was about to go to the Palace of the King of Hell.

If you don't notice it every day, the autumn cold gradually diffuses, and the yellow leaves begin to wither in the courtyard.The autumn wind is rustling, and the yellow leaves are withering layer by layer, and some branches are bald first, adding a bit of depression.

At this moment, the sunlight in the yard is too transparent, brighter than in the evening, but it lacks a lot of color.

Xu Mingyou's room was deserted and deserted. After he caught a cold, he added charcoal fire to the room early to keep warm.

When Meng Jianjia was thrown into Xu Mingyou's room by his attendants, Xu Mingyou was wearing a white coat and was sitting leisurely in front of the stove warming his hands, with a sick face on his face.

(End of this chapter)