Feng Zhai, the old man was lying on the bamboo couch, in front of him were the other three sons who had left the big house, and they were discussing the distribution of the family's business after the big house withdrew, because most of the business was run by the big house before.

"Second brother, you have taken the business of the bank, there is no need to take care of the grain station anymore, how can you give the younger brother a chance to practice?"

Seeing that the business of the money village, the restaurant, and the silk village was divided by the two brothers, and the last grain store didn't come over, he really became a bamboo basket to draw water, and it was difficult for him to be ruthless again, but there was more than one son in the second and third rooms, and it was so easy to start, and the old man was not dead

"Fushun, Zhaozhang"

In Feng Fushun's courtyard, a woman with red and swollen eyes stood at the door, clasping the door frame with her hands, and her white fingers showed her nervous mood.

"It's okay, Zhaozhang is fine, now in Nanjing, in our family's grain store."

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Fushun's mouth, but tears couldn't stop flowing, this was the first time in three months that he had received news from his son.

"Show me"

The woman held out her hand.

"Zhaozhang is suffering, hurry up and ask Fu Bo to get him some more delicious food, don't care about money, let the doctor give him the best medicine."

Looking at the slight health on the telegram, as a mother, she couldn't wait to explain, as for the money that Fauber said, she didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Well, I'll arrange it right away"

Feng Fushun nodded and habitually walked towards the telegraph room.

"Hey"

As if remembering something, Feng Fushun stopped and looked at the brightly lit main house, where he might be discussing who would take over the business in his hands

Feng Fushun took a step towards the main house, because from tomorrow, the shopkeeper of the grain store in Nanjing may be replaced, and his order may be useless at all.

"Bang, bang, bang"

With a telegram in hand, Feng Fushun knocked on the door.

"Young Master."

The job of opening the door bent respectfully, Feng Fushun's popularity in the house is very good, which is also the capital of his family's business in the past few years.

"Is my father there?" Feng Fushun asked.

"In the living room, the second young master is also there."

The guy gave Feng Fushun a look, as if he wanted to remind him of something.

"Then I'm in"

Feng Fushun patted the man's shoulder and smiled bitterly, of course he knew what was being discussed in the living room.

"Master, the eldest young master is here"

Walking into the courtyard, Uncle Wang, who was standing behind Old Man Feng, reminded the old man.

"Let him in"

Old Man Feng already knows that this son will be going to his hometown tomorrow, and he should be here to say goodbye now.

"Father"

Feng Fushun walked into the living room and bowed to Old Man Feng.

"Will you leave tomorrow?" Old Man Feng's tone revealed reluctance.

"Well, before leaving, I want to ask my father to borrow some money and food." Feng Fushun squirmed, for the sake of his son, he could only appear in front of his younger brother with the face of a philistine businessman.

"It turned out that he was afraid that there were fewer things, and he came to ask for money, and I thought he really had no desires."

The room muttered, but it was loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear.

"Shut up, how much do you want"

Old Man Feng scolded his youngest son, frowned and asked the boss, in his impression, the boss was not such a person.

"Zhaozhang has news, now the grain store in Nanjing will nourish his body, and he may need a little money and food, I hope my father can let Nanjing pay Zhaozhang first, how much food is spent, I will return it to the family."

Feng Fushun's voice was not loud, but it was more shocking than thunder in everyone's hearts.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Old Man Feng asked excitedly.

"The Nanjing telegram I just received."

Feng Fushun handed over the telegram in his hand.

"Don't be fake, who doesn't know it's your guy on the other side of the radio."

Erfang asked in a skeptical tone.

"Really" Old Man Feng twitched his lips, he was also a little suspicious.

"Really, if you don't mortgage the 200 acres of land that my family gave me to my family first, convert it into money and grain, and give me as much as I have left."

Feng Fushun gritted his teeth and said.

"Uncle Wang, let Nanjing be open to supply the money and food needed by Zhaozhang, and all the expenses will be counted as the family."

Old Man Feng turned back to the old servant beside him and ordered, he actually asked Uncle Wang to confirm again.

"Father, second, third, fourth, I will leave tomorrow at dawn, and now I will go to say goodbye to my mother; Take care"

Feng Fushun knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed heavily, even if he officially broke away from the Feng family and said goodbye to the Feng family's billions of property, unless the old man and the old lady summoned him, he could no longer step into the main house.

"Fushun, Zhaozhang is also my grandson, and I will give you another 10,000 yuan from the account, even if it is the wife left by his grandfather."

Old Man Feng waved his hand, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but burst into tears, originally Dafang was the best candidate to inherit the family property, but Zhaozhang went to the battlefield of flesh and blood, and he also knew that it was too difficult and too difficult to survive, and his body might not be able to wait for the end of the war.

Feng Yi rejected Fu Bo's suggestion to open a hotel for them, and a few of them lived in the grain store, anyway, the space inside was large enough, for these remnants, the conditions here were better than the hospital, not to mention that they had even stayed in the field trenches for so long.

The tonic effect of Chinese medicine on the body was fully revealed, and in just two days, after they were about to drink the first one, Feng Ye felt that the strength of his body was gradually returning, and he could now practice his long-abandoned fists and kicks a little.

"Big young master, what do you want to eat at noon" Fu Bo went upstairs with a smile and asked Feng Yi.

"Is there meat, pig's trotters, braised pork, roast chicken, etc., it's all fine?"

Feng Yi asked, he had wanted to eat meat for a long time, but unfortunately the doctor had not allowed the big fish and meat in the past two days, saying that the body was weak and could not be replenished.

"It's not okay, young master, the doctor said that you have to take three pills before you can endure it for another four days." Fu Bo smiled and shook his head, the eldest young master's body was getting better at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, which made him very happy.

"Young master, don't worry, when you are well, I will get you whatever you want to eat, remember first, we still eat egg custard and lean porridge at noon, and then some pastries, how about it"

Fauber suggested that because Feng Ye could not eat much now, and he wanted to maintain nutrition without being too greasy, there were few options left.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Fu Bo" Feng Ye couldn't help it, he drooled now at the smell of meat wafting around the street, so let's continue to read

Feng Yi picked up the book on the table, the pure English version of the infantry attack, the author is General Rommel of Germany, this is General Rommel based on his own personal experience of World War I, as a military book that has just been released, except for German instructors, this book is not famous at this time, only the Germans who are bent on revenge are seriously studying the reasons for the defeat of World War I, and their generals are studying various strategies and tactics.