Song Fusheng asked the shopkeeper of Yipinxuan to help him pay attention to the façade with the right price.

At that time, Lao Chen was not there.

The shopkeeper never gave the letter, so he put the matter of buying the façade on hold.

Unexpectedly, Chen Dongjia came back and helped him find it.

The two of them didn't go in to inquire, but walked around the perimeter of the façade for a long time.

According to preliminary estimates, not counting the two neat small warehouses in the back, there can be more than 200 square meters in front alone.

"The owner?"

Song Fusheng was turning his head to talk to Lao Chen, when he felt that someone was calling them.

I thought it was calling Chen Dong's family, but when I turned around, I saw that it was actually calling him.

Isn't that the storyteller at the dim sum shop?

At that time, I took over the work of his talking book, and I talked about it according to the cat and the tiger, and it was okay.

Why is this happening now?

"Boss, it's been a few days, are you okay?"

"It's fine. But you, this is? ”

The storyteller told Song Fusheng with a bitter face:

He had four sons, and two of the sons who were able to work in the family had been taken away.

The remaining two are still young.

can't talk about books, teahouses around the country were closed as early as the lockdown, and he hasn't earned any money from the Chinese New Year to the present.

To make matters worse, the two sons who could work and earn money on weekdays left, and he fell ill, and his body and bones were a little useless from then on, and he couldn't do heavy work. In addition, the purchase of food has completely exhausted the savings for the family.

Now the youngest son is sick again.

Mr. Storyteller looked down at the clothes he was wearing, "I'm not afraid of the owner's jokes, I really don't have anything to exchange money for Xiao Er's treatment, so I took all the decent clothes at home." Children have fever, and local methods are useless. ”

"Is that enough for clothes?"

The storyteller's face was flushed, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't notice that he was shaking his head.

Song Fusheng looked at him like that, and thought about it, it is not a trivial matter for the child to be sick, and a delay may affect his life, so don't burn his brain. He took out a dime of silver from his bosom, about half a tael: "Give, take." ”

"Boss, me?"

"Take it, go get the medicine for the kid."

Mr. Storyteller told Song Fusheng his home address and said that he would pay it back in a hurry, and he would return it when the two sons who could work came back.

Song Fusheng and Chen Dongjia had already walked far away together, and Mr. Storyteller was still holding the silver and crying in place, looking at Song Fusheng's back with blurred tears.

"Well, he was counting on his sons to return. Brother, you are here, and naturally the news you hear is good. But when I went back to my hometown, I heard that a while ago, although the good news came back, many people died during the siege. ”

Chen Dongjia compared: "Really, it's just a lot more, it's all passed on so privately, my brother who helped me find a relationship said." Also, I don't know the name, I buried it in the same place, and burned it down, right? How can you know who died and how much. ”

Song Fusheng recalled in his mind the first time he delivered to the warehouse.

At that time, in the huge courtyard, every military uniform merchant, horse and grass merchant, medicinal herb merchant, supply officer and escort officer, etc., were all hugging each other's fists and smiling, congratulating each other on the good news of the front.

Winning battles in front has their forces in the rear.

The adults who sit in the warehouse office are even more windy, and frequently cheer for them, the military merchants.

No one even mentioned how many people died for the good news.

"Warehouse, what's it like?" Lao Chen was very curious, it was not a place where ordinary people could go.

Song Fusheng smiled: "My secret is not the same as your private nonsense of 80,000 dead and wounded, I can't say it." I brought the boy from home to deliver together, and he had to be carefully selected, and his name had to be put on the warehouse file. If you dare to leak the news, it is said that if you find out where it came from, for example, if it is spread by our gang, you will find me. ”

Lao Chen patted his head and laughed: "I'm too good to believe it, yes, I forgot that you can't say it." Then can I ask something else, you're about to become an official, right? This time it's over, you don't have an official body, do you? ”

"You're even more nonsense, what kind of official are you, what kind of official should you be? Brother Chen, others don't understand me, don't you understand? I'm going to tell you from the bottom of my heart, if I really give me an official position, I'm not interested in eight or nine grades. What we want is always a hot kang for our daughter-in-law and children, with some extra money in our pockets, and a good life where we can eat and drink, so we have to do it. ”

Song Fusheng patted Chen Dongjia on the shoulder again: "We little people, we are good and down-to-earth." So you're going to look for a façade for me, huh? Let's go. ”

Chen Dongjia was dumb at first, why is he so free and easy, his official body is not stronger than agriculture and business?

Then he laughed again.

Although the status of the merchant is low, he does have money, not to mention that his household registration is a farmer, and he does not delay earning money, so he arched his hand at Song Fusheng: "Don't worry, brother." When I have news, I will look for someone to find you. ”

Song Fusheng got on the horse: "Go back and go to Renjia Village for a walk, drive!" ”