Chapter 53: Strategy: Sickness and Weakness (7)

Afterwards, the shops left by the Yan family in Qingcheng were taken back by the Nan family one by one and called to Yan Qinghuan's hands. Before leaving, Yan Qinghuan handed over all the shops in his hand to Mrs. Nan, I am afraid that it will be difficult for them to come back, Mrs. Nan gave them far more than the value of these shops, which also reassured Mrs. Nan.

This time, it was Nanfeng's personal soldiers who escorted Nankang and them north, and his adjutant accompanied them all the way. The people are displaced, the people are **, the bandits are fighting for the tiger, the war has not yet come, the country has rotted from the inside.

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road! The ancients did not deceive me. Nankang's hand was loose and clenched, he had been clothed and fed since he was a child, even in this troubled era, he had the protection of his family, and he had no worries about food and clothing. The scene on the road made Nankang's heart surge, and the rise and fall of the world was the responsibility of the husband. But what could he do?

Dragging this broken body.

Yan Qinghuan held Nankang's hand, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." "It doesn't matter if it's your body, it's this country that's riddled with holes.

Nan Kang's eyes entered Yan Qinghuan's smiling eyes, and his heart suddenly lightened, "Qinghuan ......"

Yan Qinghuan shook his hand and interrupted what Nan Kang was about to say, "I heard in school before that someone had published an article on the declaration, and his words were incisive, like a slap in the face, awakening people. Her voice was full of excitement, "I believe that Sir can too, you are so talented, there were admonitions in the past, and now there are proverbs of Mr. awakening." Qing Huan followed Qingyu to read some books in the church opened by foreigners.

Nankang's breathing became short, and his voice was soft, "I, can I too?"

"You can, sir. ”

Nankang didn't respond, closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat, endured the discomfort of his body, and the flame that had just ignited in his heart quietly extinguished again.

Yan Qinghuan also knows that it is not possible to change a person's mind overnight, she will accompany him and watch him use his talent to awaken the hearts of the paralyzed people in this country. Yes, the country is now broken from the roots, and only by waking up the compatriots of the walking dead can the invading enemy be driven away!

When they arrived in Nanjing, Nanfeng directly arranged for them to live in the Dutong Mansion, Nanfeng had not yet married, and there was only one aunt and grandmother in the house, so after Nankang and his wife moved in, Nanfeng directly handed over the housekeeping to Yan Qinghuan with a big wave of his hand. It is said that it is the right to stewardship, but it is just the purchase of the capital government on weekdays, and the account books.

Qing Huan also knows that this is the test of the Nan family for her, a family is both prosperous and lossy, before Nanfeng married a wife, Qing Huan was the face of the young grandmother of the Nan family, and she must distinguish between public and private, and she cannot have two hearts. Qing Huan still arranged the matter to the housekeeper of the Dutong Mansion, checked the accounts every half a month, and every day was to accompany Nankang to the clinic of Western doctors, and did not ask about the rest.

Nan Feng returned to the Dutong Mansion and got the housekeeper's answer from his mouth, and was a little satisfied with Qing Huan, Qing Huan was originally born as a concubine, so he was afraid that she would not be able to see her position clearly, Xiao thought about those things that did not belong.

There are not many residual toxins in Nankang's body, but the Nan family is worried about his body and restricts his activities, and the system is not very good. Under the doctor's advice, Qing Huan walked with him every day on the nearby Qixia Mountain, and when he was tired, he sat on the pavilion on the mountainside, Qing Huan took out the morning newspaper and read it to him slowly, or the two played a game.