On the twenty-second day of October in the seventh year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, there was a light snow, and the rainbow was hidden. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mourning hall in the outer courtyard of the Li family in Fushun Town has been properly arranged.

The people in the Tsing Yi hats were busy hanging white cloths, and some people stepped on ladders to cover the dazzling carved beams. Although there were people coming and going, there was no sound at all. The incense candles and paper money piled up like a hill, the blackened brass brazier, the fine white ramie dyed with the color of a hundred herbs and frost, the small sandalwood incense used by the guests, the open-edged linen belt to be worn by close friends, the linen clothes to be worn by the host's family, from the decay to the decay, from the seam to the non-seam, the straw rope tied is placed on the ground in different categories, and everything can begin in an orderly manner when the mourning sound in the backyard is together.

The master of the Li family, who has more than ten salt wells in his palm, got up this morning and had phlegm in his throat, ho-ho, only to see the breath but not the intake, the eldest young master of the Li family, Li Yongbo, hurriedly asked his subordinates to invite the Langzhong from Chengdu Mansion, Dr. Chen, who was wearing an old man's scarf, into the house to take a look, and then waved his hand at the eldest young master Li, and asked how the future was prepared, "Go quickly, don't let the protagonist go uncomfortable." ”

Lang Zhong's words shocked the Li family up and down. In the chaos, the chief steward Li Sanzhong quietly sent his personal attendant Xiaoshun to call the second young master Zhongguan'er, Xiaoshun ran back when he was less than half a pillar of smoke, and pulled Li Sanzhong to a secluded place to reply, "Zhongguan'er went to the farthest well before dawn. ”

The day before yesterday, there was a commotion at the well, and the water porter said that the steward had withheld rations--for the coolie laborers who were dying, they had two meals in the morning and lunch, and only when they were full did they have the strength to carry water from the well in exchange for wages. The Li family treats people well, a meal of fat meat for five days, and the meals are oily and watery, with salt and taste.

It is no wonder that the protagonist is seriously ill, and Li Yongzhong, the second young master of the Li family, also had to rush to the well, which is the root of the Li family.

"That's just the way it can't be." Li Sanzhong's brows were so furrowed that he could trap mosquitoes, he thought about it and said, "You go to the door, and when you see the master coming back, come and call me." ”

Wang Huanzhi, the master of the Li family, has never changed his clothes, and he patrols around with vigor under his feet, from the gate to the courtyard where the mourning hall is located, refusing to let go all the way, and from time to time he scolds those lazy subordinates. He went out before dawn, went to the well first, and rode a Dian horse to run through more than a dozen wells, large and small, and just came back, and the water and rice did not stick to the teeth.

Wang Huanzhi has a special smell of salt and brine on his body, with that rigid and cold face, the middle-aged man who usually always smiles is now the boss, and the attendants and servants behind him are bent all the way with their heads down, and they trot when they are ordered, and they never dare to delay on the road.

Li Sanzhong brought several personal servants from the inner courtyard to look for him.

"Master." As soon as the chief steward of the Li family saw him, he asked, "The old man asked how the situation was outside." ”

Wang Huanzhi only shook his head: "There is nothing big about Inoue. The master was worried about another thing, and he stretched out his hand to compare two: "This one is still guarding outside." ”

The mourning hall arranged outside was covered with fine linen white cloth by the subordinates, only waiting for the mourning sound in the inner courtyard; The steward of the outer courtyard prepared the coffin again, and the good old Nanmu Shoucai was prepared a few years ago, and the paint water was put on the southeast corner of the courtyard on weekdays, and now it has been delivered, and it is placed in the outer courtyard.

People from all walks of life passed by, intentionally or unintentionally, bypassing that corner.

The old man asked. Li Sanzhong pulled the person to a secluded place, his doughy face tried to restrain himself not to show panic, the chief steward looked around, and then dispersed his followers, and then lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Guan'er only said that he hasn't rushed back yet." ”

"I don't know his charter." Wang Huanzhi sneered. It's October weather now, and a soft rain just fell the day before yesterday, the sky was very cloudy, and the cold wind blew the back of his neck painfully, but this middle-aged man with narrow eyebrows and long eyes, and thin lips had a piece of sweat on his forehead, "He had better not think about making a ghost today." ”

"You're too bold." The chief steward of the Li family sighed, his pale round face was finally a little bloody, "You and I still have to find food in the hands of Boguan'er." ”

"That's you." The master rolled his eyes, the weather was wet and cold, and he put his hands in his sleeves - this surname Wang Minghuan Zizi article used to be a broken show that he never looked down on his friends, and he was too cautious, "I haven't heard of any master salt who still has to hold the master's family, and I have a ten-year relationship with the house." ”

"The old man pulled you out from your dilapidated house back then, and he had no choice but to talk about it?!" Li Sanzhong's voice was a little higher in anger, but he was startled by himself, he quickly pressed it down again, and continued to blush and say: "Which year in the ten years has you lost your dividend silver?" Missing your monthly money? Missing your four-season clothes? Or is it less money for your drink!? ”

"I sold my life to the Li family for ten years!" Wang Huanzhi was a little annoyed, he threw down his straight sleeves, "The money that he Li Boguan'er gave to the Miao woman in the Spring Makeup Building, and the money for his one-room expenses, where did he, the boss of the foot, earn?" The master was so angry that he almost changed color, and his chest fell together, showing that he still had a lot to say, but just pressed down.

"The old man treats you well! It's not like you're not doing it at this time! ”

Wang Huanzhi glared at him, and the person opposite looked at him with dignity, which made the master laugh angrily: "The kindness of the protagonist is my king. Wen. Chapter to remember for a lifetime! But what does this have to do with his Uncle Li? ”

"Relationship - that's father and son!" Li Sanzhong stomped his feet, and in the wet and cold weather, he couldn't bother to wipe the oil and sweat on his chubby round face. The stubby neck of the chief steward stalked: "The eldest son of the eldest son of the eldest family!" ”

"I think you forgot too," Wang Huanzhi was not to be outdone, his voice was cold and harsh: "The son of the protagonist is not only him, a loser!" I don't believe it, the protagonist has understood people for decades, and he has to hand over his family business to such a wolf-hearted person who doesn't know what to do! ”

"Silence! Silence! What are you doing? The housekeeper hurriedly looked left and right in a hurry, and only then did he put his heart down when he saw no one, and he grabbed Wang Huanzhi's wrist, "Wang. Wen. Chapter! Li Sanzhong dragged the person to the corner, he was anxious and angry, and his fat face was full of angry and bitter looks: "You bastard!" ”

"You go out and listen to the reputation of Boguan'er!" Wang Huanzhi spat on the ground, he was obviously angry, and he forgot that he usually reprimanded him for disregarding his decency. The master shook off Li Sanzhong's hand that couldn't help pulling his sleeve, and said: "It is rumored in the water porter that he wants to force his younger brother to die for the sake of his own industry!" The owner is still there! When the day he really sleeps, you see if he dares! After he finished speaking, he sneered again and again, "I forgot, I'm afraid this day is not far away." ”

"I'm going to ask you." Li Sanzhong suddenly remembered the important matter, but put these troublesome things behind him for the time being, he looked at the end of his face, and asked, "How is the arrangement of the mourning hall outside?" ”

"I asked the people below to cover the words first, and don't put out the tablets or anything first." Speaking of business, Wang Huanzhi's face was better, "But Steward Zhang of the outer courtyard asked me to ask you, the chief steward, whether to invite a monk or a Taoist priest?" ”

"He doesn't know how old he is! What time has it been! Don't you see that the master refuses to lose the courtesy even in the season! Idiot! Li Sanzhong stomped his feet, flicked his sleeves and was about to walk outside, but suddenly fell back, and he glared at the master: "Can you ...... You won't go to the trouble of the uncle, right? ”

"The eldest son of his brand, I'm an outsider, and the Li family is not related, what kind of trouble do you have to find him?" Wang Huanzhi smiled, "It's better to read a few words on my mouth than for someone from outside to stir it in." ”

"There must be no chaos these days - everyone in the clan is watching, but at this time, the trouble will kill people!"

Wang Huanzhi, who had been the salt master of the Li family for ten years, sneered, his face was full of ridicule, and he was cold: "What is the horror of human life?" He narrowed his eyes and hugged his arms: "Among the water porters, thirty taels of silver is a life, and those who want to go break their heads!" ”

Li Sanzhong's face was gloomy and terrifying, and countless chaotic thoughts flashed in his heart, and he was pressed by this decades-old steward. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and pressed those boring and gloomy things back to the bottom of his heart, "You tell me the truth," a burst of green air floated on his face that looked like Maitreya Buddha on weekdays: "Master Wang, you didn't interfere in the affairs of the Li family, did you?" ”

Master Yan stared at him, an uncertain look appeared on his face, and he spoke slowly after half a sound: "You are talking about the Li family's business-" Wang Huanzhi dragged out his voice, "There is no reason for people with foreign surnames to interfere." ”

The shadow piled up under the eyes of the chief steward, but he didn't say anything after all-the errand runners and servants stood on the side of the plantain ten paces away from them and probed their brains, and with Li Sanzhong's eyesight, he could even see the bewildered blankness on the faces of those servants. This made his heart burst into flames.

Li Sanzhong wrapped himself in a gust of wind, "This is too idle to do anything!?" The chief steward looked around, and the servants did not dare to come out as far as he could see. He doesn't like to shout at the throat, but Li Sanzhong's face is enough to make an adult man's feet soft, "The stewards below are all sleeping on the coffin board!?" The chief steward Su Rili smiled and the dough dough's face was stretched, and his eyes stared at the old powerful errand in the front yard with a fierce look: "Li Erwa, I remember that you are the one who spread the word and played the fan at the second door." ”

The little guy who was called Li Erwa shuddered, he lowered his head tremblingly, he didn't dare to look at the face of the chief steward, and said, "Yes, it was Zhong Guan'er who sent someone back to say that he would come back in a quarter of an hour at most." ”

This news made Li Sanzhong gasp, he was in a state of confusion, and was about to discuss a few more words with Master Yan, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the eldest young master Li Yongbo's personal servant trotting next to the wall, but looking in the direction was not the main entrance, but seemed to go to the east - where lived the brothers of the Li family's big house decades ago, and now the young masters of the Li family should be called the third master of the uncle.

Wang Huanzhi didn't know when he paced over, he waved his hand casually and asked a few servants to leave quickly, and the servants bent down as if they had been amnestied, and then left as if they were birds and beasts

Li Sanzhong's face was solemn, "I'm afraid it's not good." He lowered his voice, turned half of his body sideways and whispered to Wang Huanzhi: "Uncle Guan'er wants to invite the master to come out, he plans to open an ancestral hall!" ”

"I can't help him." Master Yan spoke unhurriedly: "The foundation of the Li family for several generations cannot be destroyed in the hands of a gentleman. ”

"Alas!" The chief steward was so anxious that he stomped his feet: "He wants to sit on the identity of the son of the middle official!" According to the rules, when the owner of the house leaves, the concubine will take a hundred taels of silver and twenty acres of dry land to divide the family! ”

The former down-and-out Xiucai half-lowered his eyelids, and it took half a day to pick up Li Sanzhong's words: "He has a good calculation." Then the No. 2 person, who is now a real man in the Li family, put his hand in the sleeve of his robe, and said lightly: "I'm afraid that the bamboo basket will draw water,"

An intriguing expression appeared on Wang Huanzhi's face: "The last one is empty." ”