Strife, scramble, beatings, trivialities. Dr. Mi clasped his hands in his sleeves to watch from the wall, whether passer-by A snatched the letter of his future son-in-law, or whether his future son-in-law beat passer-by A to death, he didn't care too much, only the dust raised was his taboo.

While the dust was raised, he avoided it far away with a ghostly figure, standing in a safe area, Ding Qing looked at it, and immediately felt sick to his stomach, the guy who was surrounded in the middle of the group beating, wasn't it the person who touched his steamed bun?

The literati had dust and fine sand on his face, and Dr. Mi immediately recognized him, and then became angry, and said: "What a thief, Avi, beat me, hit me hard, something happened, the old man will carry it for you." ”

The moment the dust was raised, Lu Wei smiled.

"Okay, do you hear it, hit it hard."

"Yes."

The guys were shocked, their hands were strengthened, and the heads and faces of the literati were either bruised, or as if they had been scratched by cats, they were swept by the broom, and the guy with the broom was like being beaten with chicken blood, and the broom danced vigorously, as long as it was swept, it would definitely leave blood marks.

A few literati can play tricks on Lu Wei, but they don't dare in front of Dr. Mi, it's the so-called soft pinch. They first complained to each other, and then begged one after another: "The flintstone monk spares his life, and he will never dare again." ”

They don't know what's going on, they come back tomorrow, they must clean up these guys well, see if the young man can protect these cheap embryos, don't think that Dr. Mi wants to get married, they are afraid, they also have relatives and old relatives, if they make trouble, they are not afraid, if they don't want to ask for Mobao, will they be afraid of Dr. Mi?

The more they shouted for mercy, the more disgusted Dr. Mi became. Such a group of pickled people is really too obstructive to his eyes, but these people are blocked in the patio, and he can't get out.

"Avi, go outside and fight."

Close the door and hit the dog, the focus is on the close, not the fight, as soon as the door opens, the dog does not run is a strange thing. Lu Weidao: "Your old letter is still on him." ”

Dr. Mi said disgustedly: "Let them go, and I'll write another one." ”

Anyway, the content of the letter is not a confidential matter, just to express the sincerity of marrying the Lu family, and let Lu An consider that he will come back in two days, and he must settle the family affairs at that time.

As long as these people don't make him sick to his stomach in front of him, what is there to write another one? The point is that these people make him want to vomit, it's so dirty, and as the guys wave the brooms and dustpans, the fine dust floats everywhere, and it looks like it's about to float to where he stands, how can he bear it? If this continues, this family business will not be settled.

Lu Wei also thought of this problem, this is a good opportunity to get rid of family affairs, as long as this calligraphy and painting master with a serious cleanliness habit feels that he is not as clean as he imagined, this family business, won't it be possible.

As for the literati will take revenge? That's for the future, a few literati, even if they make trouble, it's better than splashing skin, right? He didn't want to take the imperial examination to become an official, the literati were two parallel lines to him, so he didn't have to be afraid at all.

With his mind decided, Lu Wei said loudly: "For Dr. Mi's sake, knock out the person who grabbed the letter, take the letter back, and drive the rest to the side." ”

The guys asked, "Where to go?" ”

Lu Wei's eyes glanced in the direction of Dr. Mi.

The guys understood, waved the broom stick in their hands, and drove the man to Dr. Mi.

Lu Wei called the name of the guy who took the dustpan: "Si'er, you don't have much use over there." ”

As soon as the guy called Si'er heard it, he understood, the owner was going to disgust the old man who loved cleanliness, and the other guys also understood, and the one who took the broom deliberately swept the ground twice, stained the broom's head and waved it again.

When Dr. Mi first heard Lu Wei say that he would give him face, he was very satisfied, and he smiled, but suddenly saw that the smoke and dust were rising, and a lot of them fell on his head, and his face was also stained a lot, and it was very dirty and uncomfortable.

"Ahh He screamed like a wounded beast, and the sound shook the dust on the beam, and the dust fell, which made him even more unacceptable, and finally covered his head and face with his sleeves, and squatted on the ground, shaking all over, eager to peel off the skin from his body and wash it well.

As soon as the literati heard that he had been knocked unconscious and retrieved the letter, he only hesitated a little and handed over the letter. No matter how good Mobao is, it doesn't matter if his life is important, he is a person who knows the times, so he naturally knows how to choose.

The door opened, and several people fled in embarrassment like lost dogs.

"Dr. Mi, what's wrong with you?" Lu Wei cared about him like a nephew in his later life, squatted in front of Dr. Mi, and said, "Those people have been driven away, you should get up and clean it quickly." ”

"Woo-" A whimper sounded, and Dr. Mi took off his sleeves like a child who had been greatly wronged, crying very miserably: "So dirty! ”

Because of the filth on his body, he felt that the end of the world was coming, frightened, frightened, and at a loss, like an abandoned orphan.

"Don't be afraid, just clean it. I'll have someone prepare hot water for you to wash up. Lu Wei's tone was very gentle, after all, he was a little reluctant to calculate such an elder.

"I can't wash it clean." Dr. Mi's eyes and nose watered down his nose like a helpless child.

"It can be cleaned with soap." Lu Wei said, and asked the guy to bring a piece of fragrant soap and let Dr. Mi smell it: "Once this thing is wiped on the body, no matter how dirty the dust and grease is, it can be cleaned without hurting the skin, and the body is still fragrant after washing." ”

If he hadn't been unbearable, he wouldn't have taken out this improved soap that he had beaten to death. But seeing an old man crying like a child, his heart softened.

"Really?" Dr. Mi was teary-eyed and skeptical.

"Really. Try it if you don't believe it. Lu Wei asked the guy to bring a basin of well water, and Dr. Mi hesitated.

The little guy said next to him: "Ah Lang doesn't need a basin of water. And the water that came out of the basin was dusty and unclean. ”

For all kinds of weirdness in his own Ah Lang, the little guy has long been accustomed to it, and he is not surprised.

Lu Weidao: "Dr. Mi, the Buddha said, one flower is one world. A drop of water is also a world, and there may be tiny lives, but we can't see them with our naked eyes. It's not that the water at the end of the basin is unclean, but the water that is drawn from the well is unclean, and there is only one way to clean, boiling. I'll have someone bring boiling water over now, let it cool, and you wash your hands and take a shower. ”

The water brought up from the well was not clean, and it was the first time that Dr. Mi had heard about it, and he nodded in a daze, and sat down on the chair that had just been wiped, supported by Lu Wei.

There is ready-made boiling water in the kitchen, mix it with cool boiling water, and bring it to Dr. Mi, Lu Wei said, "It's okay, you can wash your hands." ”

The soap is smooth and fragrant on the hands, and it is much better than the soap horn used every day. Dr. Mi immediately liked it and said, "Can I use it for a bath?" ”

"Absolutely. You can use this piece first, I still have it here, and I can send you a few more. Lu Wei magnificently asked the guy to load a few pieces and let Dr. Mi take them.

As long as you don't mention family affairs, it's easy to talk about anything.