The fire brigade was so angry that they smashed the door. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Someone came out: catch the water dragon, right?

Fire Brigade: No, who's setting the fire here?

Look, guess: it's someone from the door, right? Yesterday I told you that their family died here, and today they came to burn paper for Laomen.

As he spoke, more than a dozen people came with a carriage.

The fire brigade went over, saw that there were acquaintances, and they were embarrassed to lose their temper: Uncle Seven, the government has regulations, burn paper along the street, limit the amount, use the iron bucket as a basin, and take away the ashes of the fire. Look, do you want to burn the pear orchard when your family does this?

The people in Liyuan: It's okay!

Uncle Seven watched the people of the fire brigade jump to their feet: I'm sorry!

Changed his tone, looked at the wall, and wrote on the wall: Brother Men is immortal!

Uncle Seven: Although I don't know which friend did it, but our family understands it, and I will pay for the fine!

The people from the fire brigade take a look: it turns out that Uncle Jiuzi passed away here!

He bowed a few times and turned around: Uncle Seven, since we are dispatched, we have to have a report. I'll give you a small ticket, you can plead your case, and I'll tell you to remove it.

The people in Liyuan took the ticket; Forget it, no need! We're out, the leader can give approval, you have worked hard, take it and drink some tea.

The fire brigade pulled the hose cart and ladder back.

The people in the pear orchard were about to go back when they glanced at it: the small door!

Shout inside: The little door is not dead!

All of a sudden, huhula, a large group of staff and little maids ran out.

A large number of little girls looked at the small door lying in the car, the small door bones were broken a lot, there were splints everywhere, and it was estimated that they would have to lie down for two months.

A little girl: Brother Xiaomen, you are so amazing! You saved the princess, will the princess marry you!

But the people at the door were terrified: this is not a joke?

Xiaomen: I don't have that much ability, I was beaten away by someone as soon as I looked at me, and it has nothing to do with me.

Hongye is an old man inside, holding a notebook: Brother Men is mighty, this time there is chaos in Beijing, and the Men family is loyal to the country, can you talk about it? By the way, I don't know your full name.

Xiaomen: I'm called a good man! It's nothing! The prince can fight to the death, we are not mighty at all, our ability is poor, and we haven't beaten anyone yet.

The old man in the lead hurriedly stopped: Our family is a humble family who did not dare to forget the country, this is the legacy of the ancestors when the country was founded, but it is a pity that our skills are low, and we have not been able to cut a few more thieves.

Uncle Qi came over: Today we are here to pay tribute to the nine brothers, can it be convenient.

Everyone immediately stood in awe, stepped back and bowed, and stood aside.

The son of the old man knelt down to burn the paper, and the small door struggled to light one, and the seventh uncle carried the iron bucket and let him put it in.

Xiaomen looked at the gate with tears in his eyes, and on the left side of the gate, the old door and his angry figure could be seen in a trance.

Uncle Qi said: Big brother, when you're done, you can say a few words!

The eldest brother's beard and eyebrows turned white, and he pointed to the gate of the pear orchard: Do you know? Sixty years ago, the pear orchard opened a class, called the rise and fall of the family! A girl handed in our family as homework. Since then, our family has become famous.

The eldest brother's beard trembled: What is the name? Notorious! That is to say, why is our family so decayed!

At that time, I was working as a doorman in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the granddaughter of the old Prime Minister asked me with a pen. Shame on you!

After that day, I went home to teach the children of my clan to study.

Since then, every year, students from Liyuan have come to one of our doormen to ask again.

Good question?

You young people must remember that we must be grateful to the pear orchard. Without the reminders of these little girls year after year, our family would have been willing to fall a long time ago.

From today onwards, I will set a few rules. Whenever the Ming media is marrying a young lady from Liyuan, the clan will give him a generation as a reward.

Uncle Qi immediately stopped: No! That was the bad rule of marrying a princess in the previous dynasty, and now it will make people laugh.

Then whispered: Now many female students are the daughters of merchants, as for these, they are very handsome, they are all maids!

The eldest brother immediately retracted his original words: This is a joke.

Uncle Qi: Tomorrow our family will worship our ancestors, and the young ladies are interested, so let's go to watch the ceremony tomorrow.