Fei Qianren sat on the stool, combing his dried-out hair from the small ink fountain. Originally, Huang Yueying was eager to try, snatched the comb of the little ink bucket and wanted to do it herself, but the force was not used correctly, every time she combed it, she basically pulled Fei Qian's scalp and walked, and her hair was pulled down by a dozen or so, so painful that Fei Qian hurriedly shouted to stop, and if she combed it again, she estimated that she would become bald......

Don't look at the yellow-haired girl, it is estimated that there is no shortage of equipment in the backyard, and the strength is much greater than that of ordinary girls, but this fine work of serving people has basically never been done, and there is no weight in the hands.

Seeing that Huang Yueying seemed to be hit and stood aside with a pitiful look, Fei Qian smiled, and asked some questions about making crossbows, and sure enough, Huang Yueying immediately forgot that she was not good at combs, and began to talk about what kind of wood to choose for this crossbow, how many times it should be processed, what kind of paint and glue should be applied, and what kind of processing it needs to go through before it can be combined with bronze components.

Fei Qian nodded cooperatively, in fact, his mind had already flown to other things.

The Huang clan held this banquet for promotion, although it was said that it was in the name of Fei Qian's promotion to an official rank of more than 2,000 stones, but in fact, it was more to stabilize the Huang clan's position in Jingxiang, especially when the Cai family already had Cai Mao and others holding important positions under Liu Biao.

Although the Pang, Huang, and Cai families have many relationships such as marriages, if one of the families has been in a low position for a long time, and there are no young outstanding talents who have emerged, then this family is about to be slowly marginalized until it is pushed out of the original circle.

Pang Zi, as long as Pang Shanmin and Pang Shiyuan don't die, there is basically no problem in maintaining their reputation for at least one or two generations, and Huang's family, after Huang Chengyan, seems to have no successor, and it used to be Huang Chengyan's biggest heart disease, and now, Huang's defects in this area have been half made up by Fei Qian.

Because after all, he is still a son-in-law.

But in any case, from now on, no one in the Huang family, big or small, dares to jump out to question Huang Chengyan's words and deeds, and from another aspect, it also maintains the Huang family's reputation in Jingxiang.

Fame is a very interesting thing, personal fame can control public opinion and discourse in many cases, and family fame can often control the distribution and control of local interests.

As for the interpretation of scriptures and other books, it is a commanding height of more high-end theories and morals, which belongs to the struggle between ideologies......

The family is intricately related, like a huge spider web, enveloping the entire Han Dynasty, and now whether it is for himself or for the Huang family, there is still a little distance from the word family, but it only occupies a small position, not to mention that there are really not many relatives around him, except for these people from the Huang family, there are not many people on the Fei family's side who can use it......

The one who has really followed him all the time is a family, but there is only Uncle Fu.

"By the way, how is Uncle Fu now?" Fei Qian asked. Uncle Fu is not used to living in the Huangjia Hidden Courtyard, so he must still be under Lushan now......

"Ah...... This ......" Huang Yueying was stunned for a moment.

The movements of the little ink bucket behind him also slowly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fei Qian's heart suddenly sank.

Huang Yueying stretched her neck, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and said with a slurp: "...... Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu...... 10 days ago...... Passed away......"

Fei Qian stood up suddenly, and the little ink fountain who was holding Fei Qian's hair on the side almost fell.

Fei Qian could barely believe his ears......

Uncle Fu, just like that......

Let's go?

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the old man kneeling on the edge of the bed trembling with excitement, wiping tears from his eyes and thanking God......

The old man who hurriedly stepped forward to help when I wore the wrong clothes, and while explaining in a whisper, he also looked at my face, for fear that I would be angry because of it......

The old man who stood by the kitchen in fear when I shouted that I wanted to be the best foodie in the world, worried and unable to bear to see my dreams shattered......

When I was like a baby, I was afraid that it would break in my hand, and even some of my inconspicuous inventions and small improvements would be considered a shocking work......

The old man who was always a child, always worried that I wouldn't have enough to eat, wouldn't be warmly dressed, and always felt as if I was thin again, but never knew that I was getting thinner and older......

Fei Qian turned his back and raised his head, because this would not let the tears in his eyes gush out.

Huang Yueying moved a few steps, stood behind Fei Qian, timidly pulled the corner of Fei Qian's clothes, put her little head against Fei Qian's back, and whispered incoherently: "I...... I don't know...... Some time ago, you came to the Epistle...... I also went to Lushan to read it to Uncle Fu in person, and Uncle Fu was fine at that time......"

Fei Qian held back the sourness in his nose and said, "...... At that time, Uncle Fu, what did he say? ”

Huang Yueying whispered, "Uncle Fu asked you how you ate...... How do you wear it...... Then he said that he had sorted out some clothes, and the weather was getting colder, so ask me to send it to you......"

Fei Qian couldn't hold back after all, and tears dripped down his cheeks.

This is Uncle Fu, an Uncle Fu who regards Fei Qian as more important than anything else, an Uncle Fu who has never talked about how he is, asked and thought, and his whole mind is filled with Fei Qian!

Uncle Fu......

I never thought that the last time I left Jingxiang, it would become a farewell.

Fiji wept and wept.

That rough, calloused thick, warm hand can never be held now......

That lonely, but smiling, kind and kind man will never be seen now......

"Uncle Fu...... Be...... How? Fei Qian's voice choked and trembled.

Huang Yueying also cried and said, "...... Uncle Fu, listen to what Shiyuan said...... When I got up in the morning, I didn't see it, and then I went to look for ...... It was found that ...... Shi Yuan said, Uncle Fu walked peacefully......"

After Huang Yueying finished speaking, she threw herself on Fei Qian's back, and cried: "...... Why, so is Uncle Fu, and so is my mother...... Why are they leaving...... Woo, why...... Woo, mother......"

Fei Qian was speechless and looked up at the sky.

The bleak autumn wind whistled from afar, pushing the clouds to roll up, blowing the tears on Fei Qian's face, and tearing off the remnants of the leaves on the treetops, falling into the dust one by one......