Fang Jie stretched out his hand and got up with the old man, and said with an annoyed expression, "Uncle Chen, how many times have I said it, don't kneel to me." Not to mention that my mother promised your family a free body before she died, even if I created today's industry, it was all thanks to Uncle Chen's help. Uncle Chen is closer to me than those in the old mansion. ”

When the old shopkeeper Chen heard him say sincerely, the guilt in his heart lightened. Thinking of the master who followed him again, his eyes were also red, "How did the young master talk about this, if there was no second lady to save him, the old slave would have starved to death on the streets." How can there be such a good life with children and grandchildren and worry-free food and clothing. If the lady is still there, the old slave will be lazy, but unfortunately the lady died early, and the old slave personally agreed that the lady would serve the good young master..."

Chen He was afraid that his grandfather would be too sad to remember the past, so he quickly interjected and said, "Young master, the little one was there when the old man came to the door that day, so let's tell the young master about it." ”

A complicated look flashed in Fang Jie's eyes, and he nodded and said coldly, "Okay, you speak carefully, don't cover it up for anyone." You are all taking care of my inheritance, and if anyone deceives you, he will deceive me just as much. ”

Chen He was grateful in his heart, and secretly sighed that such a good young master, how could he have such a group of bloodsucker-like relatives.

"Young master, that day, the little one was sorting out the accounts in the shop, and the eldest young master brought someone to the door to get ten horses of fine silk, saying that he lost the lottery by betting with his classmates. Xiao received the letter from the shopkeeper Luo before, and naturally refused to let him take it for nothing. The eldest young master was furious, and took two scholars to smash the shop into a mess, and the guests were scared away.

The eldest young master said at that time that he was going to the master to complain, and the younger one thought that the master must be able to distinguish things, and he didn't want the master to come to the door in person in the afternoon. He summoned his grandfather to the front, punished him for kneeling on the ground for two hours in front of everyone, and then took all the money in the shop. ”

Speaking of this, Chen He's two hands under the table were already clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his arms burst out. After all, as a junior, seeing that the elders were punished but couldn't replace him, the feeling in his heart was really more painful than someone stabbing him a few times.

He gasped a few times, suppressed the choking in his throat, and said, "Grandfather suffered from the cold, and he fell ill because he didn't keep the money for the young master. I finally asked the doctor to grab the medicine, and I just saw the improvement and rushed by car. Master... The young master has to think of a way anyway, if the old mansion goes on like this, a few shops will not be able to make ends meet. ”

Fang Jie is so shrewd, how can he not know that Chen He is more unfair to his grandfather than those shops, but he does not have the slightest dissatisfaction in his heart, but feels even more ashamed of Uncle Chen.

"Uncle Chen, let me take some time to do this, and I will think of a perfect solution. It's hard to make a trip, just rest in my yard, and go around the city when the weather is fine. I don't dare say that I must have done this for you, but it will never happen again. ”

Old Shopkeeper Chen sighed and shook his head slowly, and finally couldn't hold back his tears, "Young master, the old slave and I are about to enter the ground, where can I not bear to be angry and suffer." To tell the truth, compared to the grievances that Mrs. suffered back then, this is nothing.

The old slave just feels sorry for the young master, they... They are all the blood relatives of the young master, the old slave can hide if he wants to, what can you do, young master? ”

Fang Jie slowly closed his eyes, his heart was extremely cold, blood relatives? It's a blood-sucking relative, right?

"Uncle Chen, I know in my heart that I will not let myself be wronged if I keep it. You can rest in peace and take good care of your body. After he finished speaking, he turned to the shopkeeper Luo and instructed, "I'll find a doctor to check Uncle Chen's pulse in a while, and the supplements in the warehouse will be boiled more every day." ”

Shopkeeper Luo hurriedly got up and went to comfort Old Shopkeeper Chen, "Brother Chen, you watched the young master grow up, don't you know the young master's temper?" You can rest assured.

Let's go, I'll accompany you back first, let's have tea and talk. I'll go out with you tomorrow, isn't your hometown here, and you have to meet old friends to see if your hometown has changed? ”

Uncle Chen wiped his tears, barely cheered up, and said with a smile, "Then it's bothering my brother." After saying this, he got up and saluted Fang Jie again, and then took his grandson's arm and stepped back.

Fang Jie sent them to the door, looking at the night sky as thick and deep as ink, and breathing in the cold air, but unfortunately even if the air was frozen, it couldn't quench the anger in his heart!

Why? Why!

He really wanted to run to the man at once and shout at him, what did he and his mother think of him? Cornucopia or the Fang family's stewardship minion? Or they can be anything in the world that attracts wealth, but not his wife and children!

Every time he was mistreated, every time he was sad, he persuaded himself that those people were his father, his brother, his grandmother!

He tried his best to endure and restrain himself, hoping that one day they would find out how shameless and cruel they were...

However, day by day, month by month, year by year, the years continue unabated, and not only do they not converge, but they become more and more arrogant!

Are they so sure that he is in the way of religion and bloodline, and they can't and dare not do anything to them? Are they left to what they want?

Okay, okay, he won't put up with it anymore this time!

"Bang!" The bruised fist slammed into the door frame, shaking the edge of the window on one side, and countless tiny pieces of dust fell, and then it was swept away by the biting cold wind, and disappeared in an instant...

"Mother, I'm afraid the child will no longer be able to keep what he promised you..."

What is more satisfying and happy in the cold winter than the warmth of a room.

The midday sun shines through the white tissue paper on the window edge and into the greenhouse. The rows of wooden boxes are already densely planted with shallots and garlic cloves, and even the two rows of boxes closest to the stove are also sprinkled with cabbage seeds.

In the stoves on both sides of the greenhouse, wood stumbling blocks were burning, and from time to time there was a slight crackling sound, and the hot smoke flowed through the whole room along the tin cylinder, and everywhere it was so warm that people wanted to moan and sigh.

The weather is snowing, and the jacket is unwearable. Pucao got up early and changed into a new padded jacket, and it was inevitable that the stinky ground turned around twice, so she had to help the two children change it too.

I don't want the two children to be frozen rather than move the new padded jacket, and I shout to keep it for the New Year. She was distressed and funny, patted her chest and promised to make them a new one for the New Year, so she reluctantly persuaded them to change it.

At this moment, the two children were so hot that they took off their cotton jackets, only wore a half-worn middle coat and sat side by side on the rough wood, holding small branches in their hands to practice writing on the land in the aisle, and the serious appearance of their little faces made people can't help but want to kiss the two at a glance.

Pu Cao and Chunni also wore only a coat and sat on a wooden couch, and from time to time they picked up pieces of rags from the sewing basket and cut and sewed them, and slowly put them together into a lotus-shaped cushion.

The rag was the last time I got a partner from the cloth house, and although the colors were messy, it was spliced together in one place, but there was a colorful beauty.

Chunni bit off the cotton thread after sewing the last stitch, took the mat in her hand and turned it over and turned it over, smiling proudly and happily, and praised, "Oh, it's so beautiful, I can't even bear to take it out and use it." ”

Pu Cao remembered that her thrifty mother was a clever person in her previous life, and she often found some rags to sew schoolbags and chair cushions for her sisters.

At that time, I was young, and I didn't feel how to cherish it, but now I can't see my mother again, and I have to work my own in everything, and I suddenly realized how beautiful and happy everything was...

She was so distracted by the thought that she didn't even know when she shed tears. Chunni raised her eyes and saw it, startled, and hurriedly asked, "Why are you crying?" I didn't say to rob you, of course the cloth you bought was reserved for you. ”

As she said this, she stuffed the lotus mat into Pu Cao's arms, causing Pu Cao to laugh out loud. Stretched out his hand to wipe two handfuls of tears, sighed and said, "I shed tears not because of this mat, you just like to use it." I just remembered the past, and I don't know what's going on lately, tears are really worthless. ”

Chunni's heart tightened, thinking that she remembered the days when she was starved and beaten and scolded in the past, so she hurriedly persuaded, "Don't think about the past, now we are the masters of the house, I don't know how good the life is, what tears to shed." ”

"It's me who made a fool," Pu Cao reluctantly picked up her thoughts, forced a smile and took out two pairs of soles from the sewing basket, and gave one to Chun Nier, the two continued to thread the needle and thread, and gossiped while holding the soles of the shoes in a loud voice, "Nizi, how much does it cost for the people in the village to sell rabbit skins into the city?" ”

"I heard that it seems to be a piece of Qiwen, and it can be more expensive if you have a good coat." Chunni casually replied and asked, "What, you want to use rabbit skin?" ”

"Well, I took a closer look at the hands and feet of the two children last night, and the mountain is fine, but there are a few frozen sores on the peach blossom feet in previous years. If you don't make two pairs of good leather boots, I'm afraid you will have to commit it in the winter. ”

"In this case, I still have five pieces of stock at home, and I'll bring them to you tomorrow. By the way, the bearskin has already been picked up, and I will bring it back to you together. Chun Ni is not a stingy person, she heard that she was making shoes for her children, and immediately contributed all the remaining belongings.

Pu Cao calculated that there were still some shortcomings, so he said, "The bear skin is just spread on this couch, and your son is more comfortable to sleep at night." As for the rabbit skins, help me buy five more in the village, I'm afraid we will often go into the city in the winter, so let's have a pair. These four pairs of boots, large and small, need ten to be able to use. ”

Chunni heard that Pucao couldn't make a pair of shoes to fall on herself, and her heart was almost warmer than the spring light in this room, and Mei Zizi replied, "Okay, listen to you." After speaking, the flying needles under her hand were even more nimble, "The leather boots belong to you, and I will wrap all the cotton shoes, you should water and water, and teach the child to write when you should write." ”

"Why, you don't like my craft? Although I am not good at needlework, I am still very good at soles. ”

In order for her daughter to marry a good family in the future, the mother-in-law of ordinary people has taught her daughter needlework since she was seven or eight years old. If the craftsmanship is outstanding, embroidered purses or handkerchiefs can be sold in the city to save some private houses.

But Pucao was bought as a child daughter-in-law since she was a child, and Mrs. Zhang scolded her endlessly all day long, hating to treat her as a real donkey, not to eat food and to work all day long, how could she teach her needlework? It is such a hard work as the soles of shoes, but Mrs. Zhang did not hide her selfishness, which has also become the main work of Pucao in winter every year.