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  Chapter 36 036【Cerebral hemorrhage】

  As early as the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Jiangxi was Xiwozi.

  Zhou Deqing, a native of Jiangxi, formulated "Central Plains Rhyme" independently, ending the chaotic phenomenon of Yuan song creation, and is known as the "ancestor of music rhyme".

  Wei Liangfu, a native of Jiangxi, absorbed the tunes of local operas in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, improved the singing method of Kunshan tune, and created a new style of singing, known as "the originator of Kunqu opera".

  Tang Xianzu from Jiangxi is a master of opera for a generation, so I don’t need to go into details.

  Fei Songnian has two major hobbies in his life: one is food and the other is opera.

  Nearly eighty years old, his body is as fat as a ball, and he has nothing else to enjoy. He just listens to operas every day when he is full.

   "Several curved screens and mountain exhibitions, the depth of the brows and blacks. Why can't I keep turning softly in the quilt..."

  Fei Songnian lay on the chair, tapped his fat belly with his fingers, and sang along with the dan roles on the stage.

   Singing and singing, a little dry mouth, lightly raised a finger, and the house slave immediately stuffed the teapot spout.

   Moisten his throat, Fei Songnian continued to shake his head.

   "Master, master, it's not good!" A house slave rushed to him in panic.

  Fei Songnian frowned and said: "The ancestral house is on fire? Why do you dare to disturb the master to listen to the opera? Stand obediently, the big thing, wait until I finish listening to the trick!"

  The house slave waited anxiously, but he couldn't hold back anyway. He unfolded the big-character poster and held it in front of Fei Songnian: "Master, let's take a look first."

  Fei Songnian glanced curiously, then his eyes widened suddenly, he struggled to sit up, grabbed it in his hand and read it carefully.

  While reading and reading, I suddenly felt my blood surge, and I almost fainted.

  He had a son in his sixties, so he was already suspicious. However, as his son got older, he became more and more like himself when he was a child, so he was completely at ease.

   And proud of it, boasting that the sword is not old!

  But this big-character poster said that his wife Zhang seduced her nephew and grandson. If it is really a nephew's seed, it seems normal to look like him, after all, Fei's descendants come from the same lineage.

  Fei Songnian trembled all over, and asked, "Where did this thing come from!"

  The house slave replied: "Stick it on the pillar of the three-person pavilion."

   Three-person Pavilion!

   Three-person Pavilion!

   That is the archway specially built in the busiest area in order to show off the majesty and prestige of the Fei family, announcing that the family has become the chief assistant!

  In the entire Qianshan County, there are the most people.

  The article about my wife seducing my grandnephew was actually posted in the Sanren Pavilion. Didn’t it have been seen by merchants from several provinces in the south of the Yangtze River?

   "Boom!"

  Fei Songnian fell down suddenly, rolled from the chair to the ground, his ears and nose were bleeding, and his pupils gradually became dilated.

   "Master!"

   "Master, what's wrong with you?"

   "Quickly call the doctor, the master has passed out!"

  It is not easy for a fat man who is nearly eighty years old to live to this age. At this moment, his high blood pressure directly caused a cerebral hemorrhage.

  Before the doctor was called, Fei Songnian had died.

  Whether it was Zhao Han or Pang Chunlai, they never thought that they would kill people on the spot.

   "Master, master, how can I live if you are dead!"

   Mrs. Zhang rushed over after hearing the news, lying there crying, with Fei Yuanjian, the bully of the private school, standing behind him.

  Fei Yuanjian didn't feel much grief. He was very different from his father in age, and he was brought up by a wet nurse since he was a child. Moreover, the father spends all day in the theater troupe, and the father and son have little time to eat together.

  Fei Yuanjian scanned the crowd subconsciously, and found that the house slaves around him were all looking at him with strange eyes.

  Yes, I should cry, otherwise I would be disobedient.

   "Daddy, daddy..." Fei Yuanjian rushed over and cried loudly, but unfortunately his acting skills were so poor that not only could he not cry at all, but even his expression of grief was very stiff.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhang got up and pointed to the stage: "It's all these lowly sons who sing operas, sing operas, and only know how to sing operas all day long. They have seduced the master's soul, and now they have even seduced his life. Someone is here, take them from here." I will search for all the money cheated from the master, and then send them out!"

  Fei Songnian had a total of eight concubines in his life, and seven of them were actors. Zhang had endured it for decades.

  Fei Songnian is usually very kind to the actors, and the whole troupe regards him as a relative and elder. At this moment, many actors are crying around.

  They were crying sincerely, both for Fei Songnian's unexpected death, and for themselves not being able to find such a good host in the future.

   But Mrs. Zhang's words made the puppeteers dumbfounded. How can there be a way to retrieve the rewards in the past?

  The house slaves immediately mobilized and beat the actors with sticks, forcing them to hand over their money as soon as possible.

   "Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa..."

  Ms. Zhang lay back on her stomach again, and continued to cry bitterly there.

  Her personal maid finally brought the big-character poster and reminded her in a low voice: "Madam, don't cry, you should read this first."

  Many house slaves covered their mouths and snickered, even gloating.

  Don't think that being born in a rich family means you have a lot of demeanor, and abuse of domestic slaves can be seen everywhere.

  At the end of the Ming Dynasty, slaves in the south of the Yangtze River changed, and some domestic slaves even killed their masters and surrendered to the government with their heads. It is unbearable to be humiliated, and he wants to die with his master, which shows how much he is usually bullied.

  Mr. Zhang didn't know the truth, so she wiped her tears and looked at it. Before reading the content on the paper, she felt dizzy.

   "Madame also fainted!"

  The whole family is up and down, and the chickens are flying like dogs.

  The actors took the opportunity to pack up their outfits and escape, and some house slaves also ran back to the master's house, stealing some gold and silver ornaments and hiding them.

  Fei Yuanjian was young after all, and couldn't understand the situation, so he picked up the big-character poster curiously.

   Then, people are stupid.

   Am I really not my own?

  Then who is my biological father?

  Ms. Zhang woke up quickly, and the first thing she said when she opened her eyes was a hissing cry: "I'm dead..."

  She got up and jumped into the pool under the stage, but was held tightly by the loyal house slave.

   In fact, it doesn’t matter if you jump down. The water in the pool will cover your knees at most, so it’s too cold in winter to catch a cold.

  …

  Hekou Town, street teahouse.

   "Have you heard? Mr. Fei's son is not his own!"

   "Which Mr. Fei?"

   "It's just that he was born very fat, and the family has an opera troupe, and the one who has a son in his sixties."

   "Hey, I have already said, how can you have a son in your sixties?"

   "Who is the adulterer?"

   "It must be his family's slave."

   "Not a domestic slave, but his nephew."

   "Aunt and grandnephew? And a son?"

   "Isn't it?"

   "Oh, this is a shock!"

"What's more? Mrs. Zhang is in her fifties. The last time I saw her at the pier, she was as white as a little woman, and she even put on makeup and powder to see that she was not a woman. I heard that she not only seduced her grandnephew, but also He has an affair with the theater troupe at home."

"Fei Taigong is not a serious person. He often wears costumes to pretend to be women. Do you remember that there was a temple fair at the beginning of the year, and Fei Taigong came out wearing a woman's costume. I heard that he is very masculine. He is over seventy years old and does not practice. , had a heated fight with the men in the troupe."

   "I know, I know, there is a famous actor named Li Sheng, I heard that he often sleeps in the same bed with Mr. Fei and Mrs. Zhang."

   "Tsk tsk tsk, sounds like dirty ears."

   "..."

  Hekou Town is very lively, the streets and docks are spreading wildly, and all kinds of embellishments are added.

  Pang Chunlai's peachy article is very general.

  But those market communicators automatically filled in the details, and even identified several male protagonists, resulting in more than ten different versions.

  Business travelers traveling from south to north were quite tired from the long journey, but this time they finally had something to talk about that excited them.

   There are also merchants, when passing by the archway, they sneered and poohed their saliva.

  Aunt and grandma seduce nephew and grandnephew, and give birth to a wicked child, it should be struck by lightning!

  Fei's disciples, no matter the master clan or the collateral lineage, ran away quickly when they heard the news. They were ashamed to be pointed at by people in the town, and they all returned home to tell their elders about it.

  …

   Hanzhu Academy.

  Fei Yuanlu looked at the big-character poster stupidly. He was furious at first, then sullen, and finally cursed: "This Pang Weiran is really not a good person. It was in vain for my kindness to take him in!"

   "Shan Zhang, I heard that there are more than a dozen stickers posted everywhere in the academy, do you want to send someone to take them back?" the servant reminded.

  Fei Yuanlu looked depressed: "Can you get back the words in black and white, and get back the hearts of the rumors? Since it was posted in the academy, it must have been posted in Hekou Town."

  Fei Yuanlu went straight to Fei Yinghuan's room, knocked on the door for a long time, Wei Jianxiong came out to open the door, and Master Fei was still dressing and yawning inside.

   "It's three poles high in the sun, and Meizhong is still sleeping?" Fei Yuanlu said with a cold face.

  Beautiful Chinese, Dazhao, are both Fei Yinghuan's nicknames.

  Fei Yinghuan laughed and said, "Don't blame uncle, my nephew was delayed reading last night."

  Fei Yuanlu handed over the big-character poster: "Let's take a look at the United States and China."

  Fei Yinghuan was sleepy at first, but after reading two paragraphs, he was immediately refreshed, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good literary talent! It seems simple and straightforward, but it's like a novelist. Just a few words can make people think about it."

  Is this a matter of literary talent?

  Fei Yuanlu heard black lines on his forehead.

  Fei Yuanlu wanted to kick such a nonchalant junior. He suppressed his anger and told Wei Jianxiong, "Go out first and close the door."

  Wei Jianxiong led the door out, and there were only two people left in the room.

  Fei Yuanlu said: "This ridiculous rumor has probably spread throughout Hekou Town."

   Even with Fei Yinghuan's personality, he couldn't help being dumbfounded, and exclaimed: "Fei's name may be heard throughout the south of the Yangtze River!"

   "What resounds in the south of the Yangtze River? After all, you are the only one in the Yingzi generation. Can you be more serious in your words!" Fei Yuanlu felt very tired.

Sitting by the bed, Fei Yinghuan slowly put on his shoes, and said with a smile: "My nephew can stop the spread of rumors by being more serious? Fei, Fei, is there still a lot of scandals? I think it's okay if there's a commotion, I can take this opportunity Clean it up."

  Fei Yuanlu showed a look of approval: "Although Meizhong has a frivolous personality, she is worthy of being the flying horse of my Fei family. What she thinks is exactly what I want."

   "Uncle, please speak clearly." Fei Yinghuan was still putting on his shoes slowly.

Fei Yuanlu said: "If you want to rectify Fei's family style, you should start by rectifying Hanzhu Academy. If you want to rectify Hanzhu Academy, you should take back the school fields and property that have been invaded by various branches. Looking at the rich and powerful families in the world, how can they occupy My own school? It’s shameless! May Meizhong help me?”

  Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "My nephew is used to being laid back, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much."

   "Meizhongke can be the deputy head of Hanzhu Academy." Fei Yuanlu immediately made an offer.

  Fei Yinghuan cried with a sad face: "Uncle, my nephew really doesn't want to care about it. There are too many messes in the clan. Once it gets involved, don't even think about being clean in the future."

  Fei Yuanlu said: "My old uncle (Fei Songnian) has lost all Fei's face this time, and he has to give an explanation to the family. He has a good shop in Hekou. I wonder if he is good at it?"

   "Don't talk too much, uncle, is my nephew like that?"

  Fei Yinghuan looked angry, and then he was obliged to say: "Since uncle wants to rectify the family style, nephew must help him!"

  (end of this chapter)