Fu Ning returned to the two earthen houses outside the city with the heavy copper coins, his face didn't look very good, his lips were pale, I don't know if it was because of the cold, or because of the side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His widowed mother, Song, was groping around in the house at this time to light the lamp.

Song's eyes are not good, and at night he is like a blind man.

Fu Ning hurriedly put down the things in his hand and went to light the lamp for her.

"Came back so late?"

Song was weak and soft-spoken.

Fu Ning let out a "hmm" and only said, "Go find the clan veteran to exchange the silver for a few copper coins." ”

Song Shi heard the weakness in his words, and couldn't help sighing: "Ning'er ......"

Fu Ning seemed to know what she wanted to say, and interrupted her: "I'll go and pay back A-Niang's medicine money early tomorrow morning, and there's more, I'll go buy something, you eat better during the New Year's Festival, your body is too weak......"

When the Song family heard that he was still going to buy New Year's vegetables, he was also a little relieved, "Ning'er, did Fu Xianggong's family give him a few more taels of silver this time?"

Fu Ning looked at the copper money in his hand, smiled bitterly in his heart, and repaid the debt, probably nothing left.

"Hmm. He replied perfunctorily, not wanting his mother to worry about money.

Song began to talk again, "Ning'er, Fu Xianggong values you, you have to be even more competitive, your father went early, A-Niang is useless, you are so smart, and reading is also the best, you must not disappoint your father and Fu Xianggong...... It doesn't matter if you eat meat or not during the New Year's Festival, you can't save money on lamp oil in your room, and you have to give some gifts to Mr. Sui......"

Song's words poured into Fu Ning's ears, and every sentence drilled into his heart, making him feel a burst of boredom that he couldn't vent from the bottom of his heart for no reason, this feeling tormented him heart-wrenching, making his emotions that he had been so hard to suppress seem to be accumulated in his throat in an instant, and he wanted to roar out violently.

"That's enough!" Fu Ning raised his voice to interrupt Song.

Song was stunned, Fu Ning would never talk to her in such a tone.

What's wrong with him today?

"I'll go out and chop some firewood. ”

Fu Ning only threw down this sentence and walked out quickly.

Not only did he have to study, because Song's health was not good, he also had to take care of most of the family's work, although the clan helped, he didn't have to go to the field himself like a farmer, but the endless and tedious housework still often upset him.

What I read is the righteousness of the country, and what I read is poetry and songs, but what I do in my hands will always be these!

He has lived like this for more than ten years.

What was spinning in his mind was the face of the Yao family of the Fu family to him during the day, and even the contempt of the servants beside her, and he took a few taels of silver in exchange for their contemptuous sneer......

There are also the young Langjun and little ladies of the Fu family, with their bright clothes and decent pomp.

And what he cares about the most......

That Fu Saburo.

Fu Xianggong's eldest son, Fu Dongge, Fu Yuan, who is well-known.

One staggered, but he could only bow his head to the other party and hug the few taels of silver in his arms tightly.

Fu Yuan was indifferent and noble, never glanced at others, and countless people surrounded him one after another, just expecting an occasional glance from him.

Isn't his Fu Ning's talent high?

Is the article he writes bad?

But just because he didn't have a good pair of parents.

The Fu family's charity to him made him feel like the most useless waste, and he could only hide in the corner forever, and he was not even qualified to walk to them.

Fu Ning coldly put down the axe in his hand, and had already decided one thing in his heart.

Before dawn the next day, Fu Ning got up early.

In the past, he also got up early, and in the matter of reading, Fu Ning worked ten times harder than others.

But today, Zhang knew that he didn't get up to study.

She heard the door open, and his footsteps faded away.

Zhang's heart was slightly bitter, as she grew older, the child's mind became heavier and heavier, and she couldn't see through him anymore.

Fu Ning entered the city again, but today he entered the Hele Building on the Royal Street, which is also one of the largest restaurants in Tokyo, with countless wealthy businessmen and giants, and Fu Ning looked extremely shabby in his clothes.

But the cleanly dressed and well-dressed maid at the door did not look down on him because of this, and still welcomed him into the door with a smile.

Fu Ning hesitated for a long time before he said to the little guy: "I'm here to see Mr. Hu." ”

The little guy glanced at him, "Lang Jun, we have all the gentlemen here, and the little one will ask for you." ”

Soon the shopkeeper came, looked Fu Ning up and down, and asked, "Lang Jun is surnamed Fu?"

Fu Ning nodded.

The shopkeeper immediately respectfully led him to a private room and asked him to sit down for a while.

Fu Ning was a little apprehensive in his heart, and looked at the elegant and exquisite layout in the room a little nervous.

Mr. Hu soon came, he was about forty years old, white-faced and bearded, and had a very fluttering and immortal bearing, and he was a scribe, but he was indeed a businessman.

This and Le Lou, he accounted for a large part of the shares.

But Mr. Hu didn't like others to call him an official or an outsider, so when they met for the first time, he asked Fu Ning to call him Mr. Hu.

Fu Ning is not a very stupid person, he and Mr. Hu have no grievances and no kindness, people usually find him as a poor scholar who has nothing, there must be something in him that is worth finding others.

He always felt that there were people behind Mr. Hu.

He couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, but he didn't need to.

The current self is not qualified to negotiate terms with anyone.

Mr. Hu smiled, sat down and said kindly, "Figured it out?"

Fu Ning pursed his lips, "What Mr. said in the past can still count?"

Mr. Hu glanced at him with a smile, "I said last time, the days are still long, you can think slowly, I will always wait for you here." ”

Fu Ning's hand on his lap slowly retracted into a fist.

"What does Sir want me to do?"

Mr. Hu sighed, "I just want to have a good relationship with Lang Jun, I don't have the ability of old Hu, but a pair of eyes still have a little bit of light, can I see that you Fu Ning will not be a thing in the pool in the future, isn't this enough?"

He smiled, feeling that the person in front of him was really too young.

Fu Ning paused, his eyebrows frowning.

Mr. Hu also said: "Grace is not a retribution, now in the New Year, things are very expensive, Lingtang seems to be in poor health? I have already prepared some small gifts here, fifty-year-old ginseng, let her make up for her body." ”

He was ready!

Fu Ning was surprised again, did he know that he would definitely come?

Mr. Hu waved his hand, and someone really brought a generous gift, all tied with red paper, which was very courteous.

"Fu Langjun, don't dislike it. ”

Mr. Hu still smiled gently, and Fu Ning's eyes suddenly became a little hot.

"This ......"

"In the future, here in Hele Building, if you have a heart, you can also come and walk around often, if you want, you can treat me as half an elder. ”