Liu Wang's family was already sincerely afraid, and they lived in the garden as if they were guilty, and the large group of servants Li couldn't control it. They felt that what Luo Fuzi said could not be more true, this was originally a windfall, a bit of a hot mouth, Luo Fuzi was willing to solve their heart problems for them, and they were really satisfied, how could they say that they were taking advantage. What's more, when you move to the state capital in the future, you don't have to take care of Luo Fuzi everywhere.

There is Lu Xiyue in the front, and Luo Fuzi in the back, and Liu Wang, the son of this elegant official family, is simply fascinated by admiration. Their opinions must be sound, and their decisions must be correct.

Luo Fuzi changed them to a two-entry house in Pomegranate Lane, which was square, sitting north and facing south, ventilated and bright, and very Zhouzheng.

On both sides of the entrance hall are two neat houses, which serve as a gatehouse, utility room, kitchen, and small hall for hospitality. The main room at the back is three vertical on the left and right, and a moon gate on the left hand side is connected to a small courtyard, and the three wing rooms in it can be used as guest rooms and connected to a small garden.

In the patio, there are goldfish in a large tank and a grape trellis; The garden is stacked with rockeries, small bridges and flowing water, and patches of flower beds are distributed according to the four seasons, which are obviously carefully served. There is also a well, although the water quality is not as sweet as the one in Sweet Water Well Street, but it can also be entered, and it is more convenient.

It turns out that the house has been equipped with furniture and living utensils. Luo Fuzi also brought all the bells and whistles of the new furniture and curtains in the Lingering Garden to them, which made Liu Wang and his wife feel that they had taken a big advantage. However, looking at the self-chiming bell of the one-person-tall ebony seat, the large pastel vase, the big red carpet, and the woven gold curtain, I really like it. It's really full of wealth, and I couldn't be more satisfied.

The servant was Luo Fuzi, who carefully selected the two families for them from that large group, and sold the rest and gave the silver to the two families. The man of the family does the concierge errands, the woman manages the stove, and the two girls, one is stupid and does rough work, and the other is clever and goes to serve the Li family; The other husband and wife are both powerful, and the two boys in the family are both ten years old, so they can use it.

Li's mother is now promoted to a housekeeper mother, only in charge of purchasing and the family. Li recited the Buddha: "There are six or seven people of all sizes who come to serve. ”

Li's mother also sighed: "Mrs. will enjoy the blessings, Mrs. is good, and people outside can rest assured." "Wicker doesn't live in Pomegranate Lane, and she also lives in the Lingering Garden with Luozi. Luo Fuzi wanted to officially accept her as a goddaughter, Liu Wang and the others couldn't ask for it, his own vulgar small businessman, what status can he give his daughter, and with Luo Fuzi's blessing in the future, the life of the youngest daughter will be smooth, and the husband will not dare to slack off when she marries.

The two families made an appointment to wait until the New Year, and Luo Fuzi took wicker back to her husband's house to meet the old lady. Not to mention how Mrs. Zhang and Second Miss Siyun felt when they saw the wicker peony hibiscus pei, the time for Miss Zhang's marriage had arrived, and they didn't have time to study the reasons inside, so they only went to Beijing with infinite entanglements. After that, Wicker was officially called Miss Liu Mingyu, and she was the daughter of the official eunuch.

Liu Wang and the others were not lonely, and there was a six-year-old boy who lived with them in Pomegranate Lane. This child is Fu Gou'er's third son, Fu Gou'er married a widow who is good to give birth to, and has given birth to babies over the years, and the two of them have three sons and two daughters. Liu Wang succeeded this nephew named Niu Mao, officially opened an ancestral hall in Qingliu Village and recorded the score, and named him Liu Chengzu, and suddenly felt angry, it doesn't matter if he loses a daughter, he has a son.

Although I will occasionally be eaten by something called conscience in the long night, my heart hurts slightly. But this kind of pain is not much different from a mosquito bite, it can be completely ignored, and it must be ignored.

The days of Pomegranate Lane are prosperous and warm, and the coming winter will have no effect on this family at all. The fine charcoal was already well stocked in the house, rice, oil, and flour were piled to the brim, live fish were in the vats, and bacon and chickens were hung all over the house. Every man wears new clothes, and his servants are cotton, and his masters are silk. gave Niu Mao a gold collar from the silver building, and the Li family himself also made a gold head, and even Li's mother got a gold cloves.

It's the first New Year in a new home and place, and everything has to be ready and lively. The days will be more and more promising.

Winter goes to spring, the Feng family in Jiuzhen Lane, Huashi County, hung white when the first peach blossom bloomed, and the rich boss Feng had children and daughters, but his life was a little shorter. Except for a few female dependents of the Feng family who stayed in Huashi County, the rest of the people have moved to the state capital.

But whether it is Sweet Water Well, Luosi Lane or Jiuzhen Lane, the old man is gone, and the cry of a baby comes from the courtyard of the wall, the figure of a child swaying on the bluestone street, and the crisp laughter of boys and girls and kites fly together in the bright spring sky. The days always go by in the alternation of the old and the new, in birth, old age, sickness and death.

The spring breeze does not know the suffering of the world, just from south to north, blowing to the depths of the flowers in the capital, Qionglin feast, and a group of people's dreams come true, ascending to the court of the Son of Heaven.

The roller shutter alleys are all deep house compounds, and the people who live in them are either important ministers in the court or the public waiting doors, the streets are clean, and there are few idlers. Lu Xiyue got out of the car, straightened her robe after settling the fare, and walked forward to the porter and said, "Trouble report, Suzhou Lu Xiyue, meet Mrs. Yanhou." ”

In the Zhichun Hall, there is a Nanmu chair, covered with a half-new and not old autumn fragrance chair cushion, the jasper beast-shaped incense burner spits out the slightest wisps of fragrance, the celadon white porcelain on the multi-treasure shelf, the jade bottle and bronze zun, the waist is a few high and a pot of spring orchid stretches the slender leaves, and the demeanor is very good. There is no gold or silver, and the meaning of wealth abounds, this is the family.

This is where Mrs. Yanhou meets guests. Madame Yanhou is a woman with flowers and snow and belly, with a graceful posture, slender as a virgin, especially a posture of ice and snow, which makes people forget that she is already a thirty-eight-year-old woman with four children and two marriages.

"Bao'er" trembling call made Lu Xiyue's goosebumps rise. He also sighed privately that his mother was fortunate to be simple-minded and ordinary-looking, but if she had a little more ideas or a little more look, she must be the one who brought disaster to the country.

Yanhou's wife Luo Biyan is known for her beauty, and her beauty is not in appearance, but in state. Luo Biyan's facial features are bland, and it is easy for people to forget what she looks like, but a pair of eyes that are always affectionate and resentful and seem to have tears are inscribed in people's hearts, especially when men look at them.

"Bao'er, my mother has not been by your sister and brother all these years, but I have always remembered you in my heart. You didn't say a word when you came to the capital, if it weren't for the fact that Hou Ye looked at the list and felt that your name was familiar, and went home and asked me, I didn't know that you had been in the capital for more than half a year without a sound. You're so ruthless, you don't even tell your mother. Mrs. Yanhou grabbed Lu Xiyue's arm and shook and whimpered, tears condensed on her eyelashes and the corners of her eyes but did not fall, just like a white hibiscus on the Qiujiang River.

Her mother, who is almost forty years old, is still as delicate as a girl, which is really breathtaking. What is especially admirable is that this girl's intentions are natural, and there is no sense of pretentiousness at all. Even if she is her biological son, she can't help but think slightly for a while, she just feels how cute and pitiful she is, and she really needs the strong care of an excellent man.

After the disaster in the husband's family, his grandfather was busy asking his uncle to buy his mother back, and in order for his mother to have a better future, he also told his uncle to watch his sister and brother and not drag her back. And her mother was able to call the serious Xingbang Jinshi and Lu Guogong's cousin to marry, and she didn't even have a room after marriage, so it can be seen that she has a lot of husband's heart.

After his father's death, his mother was both a widow and a sinful family, but she could still remarry Gaomen, although she was a stepfamily, but she was Mrs. Hou. No wonder my aunt sighed, "As long as your mother is the man she wants, there is nothing she can't want."