Zhou Yazhao must have known something, but she still chose to shake her head.

"Women are not necessarily cowardly, and silence is not silent, so if you know something, why won't you tell me?" Song Che leaned in and asked.

Zhou Yazhao lowered his head and was silent for a long time before picking up a wooden stick and writing the word "dangerous" on the ground.

Song Che pursed his lips, "In this case, you don't have to tell me who he is, you just need to tell me who takes care of the Chengbei Commercial Bank, it's not difficult, right?" ”

Zhou Yazhao hesitated for a moment, drew three bars on the ground, and wrote down the word "three".

Song Che said in a deep voice: "Third Uncle Zhou Pu? ”

Zhou Yazhao hurriedly made a "silence" gesture, and looked left and right in fright.

The young man named "Fang Qi" who was rescued by the river earlier said that his sister was humiliated by Zhou.

The third uncle, Zhou Pu, is the most highly anticipated head of the Zhou family, and he is very famous in Hangzhou, and he will never rob a folk girl in order to satisfy the pleasure of the lower body.

Could it be his son Zhou Tianci? That seems even more impossible, Zhou Tianci is a wise man of the academy, and it is impossible for him to do such a detrimental thing to his identity.

Could it be that the young man named "Fang Qi" is talking nonsense? But he is not related to him, so why should he make up stories to coax?

The water in the city of Hangzhou is really not ordinary deep.

"Auntie, why did I mention the name of the third uncle, you were so scared that you couldn't give up, could it be that there is-"

"Wow!"

Before Song Che finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Song Che hurriedly wiped the handwriting on the ground with his foot, and when he looked back, it was Aunt Fang.

Aunt Fang stood at the door, and when she saw Song Che and Zhou Yazhao getting so close, she smiled contemptuously and said, "I'm disturbing the two of you." Then he closed the door and departed.

Zhou Yazhao hurriedly got up and grabbed Aunt Fang, who could understand a sign language explanation?

People who want to misunderstand you are often more deaf and dumb than people with disabilities.

Those who are clear are self-purifying, so why explain?

Song Che asked generously: "It's so late, Aunt Fang is still coming to the dining room, what's the matter?" ”

"I heard that you are cooking porridge for the old lady in the dining room, so I came over to take a look, the old lady's meals for more than ten years have been handled by me, what she likes to eat, what the taste is, I know very well."

Aunt Fang pushed Zhou Yazhao away, went straight to the stove, sniffed, frowned suddenly, lifted the lid of the pot, and exclaimed: "Ah! Where can outsiders be in charge, they actually cook fish and shrimp in porridge, I don't know if the old lady is a vegetarian? ”

Song Che took the lid of the pot and lid it back, "The old lady is a vegetarian, but I'm not a vegetarian...... Look at this porridge is almost boiled, auntie, let's go back to Hong'en Pavilion. With that, he picked up the casserole and strode out of the dining room.

Zhou Ya glanced at Aunt Fang and quickly followed.

On the way back.

"Auntie, why do I feel that in this Zhou family, as long as it is a person, I can bully you? Even a minion can go up on your head. Song Che asked.

Xu was heartbroken by this, and Zhou Yazhao lowered his head.

Song Che said again: "Remember, if you dare to be rude to you in the future, don't hesitate, backhand an ear scraper, fan it on the tip of its chin and ear, and teach it to distinguish what is the priority." ”

Zhou Yazhao's eyes widened and he waved sign language at Song Che.

"Harm! I can't understand your dumb language, but I can give you another trick," Song Che said, "Your Zhou family has the ancestral hall of the ancestors and ancestors, right?" In the future, if someone bullies you again, you will run to the ancestral hall, hold the old lady's tablet, cry bitterly, and convulse. ”

Zhou Yazhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and nodded.

"This is called 'don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, do bad things, come in the middle of the night to hook the soul'."

"Huhu ......" happened to be hit by a cold wind.

Song Che couldn't help but shiver, and Zhou Yazhao reacted violently, so frightened that he shrank behind him and trembled.

Song Che swallowed his saliva, could there really be a soul in Zhou's house?

"Heavenly officials bless, Amitabha, Allah bless, no taboos, no taboos......"

……

Song Che and Zhou Yazhao returned to Hong'en Pavilion, just one old and one young, and two men in Confucian robes walked out of the door.

The old man is more than fifty, with goat beard, mustache, and vigorous eyes; The young man is twenty-five or sixteen, handsome with a jade face, elegant bearing, and an origami fan pinned to his waist.

It should be a three-room father and son, Zhou Pu and Zhou Tianci.

Zhou Yazhao saw the father and son, and subconsciously leaned behind Song Che.

Song Che squinted his eyes and looked at the glamorous two in front of him, if "Zhou Papi" did have this matter, even if it was not done by the father and son, it would have nothing to do with them.

There are many well-dressed beasts in this world, how can people look good?

"Third uncle, third cousin, you go slowly." Shen Wenjun then sent him off, and his tone was not lacking in cordiality.

"Hey, husband, Yazhao, you're finally back!" When she saw Song Che and Yazhao again, she hurriedly ran up to greet her, sniffed when she approached the casserole, looked up and smiled: "It's so fragrant......"

Song Che smiled and asked, "How is grandma?" ”

Shen Wenjun said: "I can sit up, it's no big deal." ”

"Before, I was curious about who could capture my cousin's heart, but now I see that my brother-in-law has a dignified appearance and an extraordinary temperament, and he is simply a match made in heaven with his cousin." Zhou Tianci smiled and saluted.

"He is worthy of being a Confucian sage, and he praises people for being so literate," Song Che returned with a smile: "The little nephew has met the third uncle, and the younger brother has seen his cousin." ”

Zhou Pu still adhered to the sternness and nodded slightly, but he didn't look at Song Che with his eyes, and strode away with his hands behind his back.

"Cousin, brother-in-law, I'll take my leave first, and I'll visit in person when I'm free." Zhou Tianci retreated.

Song Che returned the gift, looked at the back of the two leaving, and glanced at Zhou Yazhao who was restrained beside him, is it really elegant? Or is it a false restraint?

"These scholars, they love them, let's go, grandma is hungry."

Shen Wenjun pulled Song Che into the cabinet.

The old lady sat on the headboard of the bed, Zhou Hui and Tang Wen waited by the bedside, chatting and laughing, looking at this spirit, the fever should have almost subsided.

Shen Wenjun scooped a bowl of porridge, and was about to hand it over, but she found something unusual, she pulled Song Che and said secretly: "Didn't I tell your grandmother to fast?" Why do you add fish and shrimp to it? ”

Song Che smiled: "I can still let my grandmother eat this bowl of porridge, do you believe it or not?"

Shen Wenjun snorted lightly: "Grandma has been fasting for more than ten years, if you can make her break the vows, I will ...... I'll invite you to eat abalone in the coming day. ”

"It's a deal." Song Che snatched the porridge bowl, came to the side of the bed and sat down, and first asked the old lady: "Grandma, if you don't appreciate your face, listen to your grandson tell you a story first, and ensure that after listening to this story, you will be happy to eat this porridge." ”

"Oh?" The old lady was a little surprised, a little curious, and smiled: "Let's talk about it?" ”

Everyone gathered up curiously, pricking up their ears and waiting to hear the story.

Song Che said with a smile: "It is said that once upon a time, there was a monk who had attained the Tao and went down the mountain to turn into a fate, and when he reached the green forest in the middle of the mountain, he suddenly encountered a group of bandits robbing and killing people, and the monk stepped forward and spoke bitterly, and tried to persuade the bandits to put down the butcher's knife with the Dharma and Zen machine he had learned all his life, but the bandits turned a deaf ear and angrily pushed the monk to the ground——"

"The bandits killed that monk!" Shen Wenjun exclaimed.

Zhou Hui said: "That can't, bandits don't kill people in Buddhism." ”

Tang Wen said: "Most of the old monks are in the temple without rice to go down the mountain to turn into a fate, a poor monk, of course the bandits will not kill, if he is wearing a brocade robe, you see that the bandit will not let him go." ”

At this time, the old lady criticized, "You grandchildren, a 'monk', is disrespectful to Buddhism, and there is a Bodhisattva outside the hall." ”

Shen Wenjun stuck out his tongue, hurriedly bowed to the door, and urged Song Che: "Speak quickly, that monk...... Oh no, what happened to the monk in the end? ”

Song Che smiled and continued: "The bandits did not kill the monk, but took out a piece of fragrant meat from his arms, threw it to the monk and said, if you eat this piece of meat, I will not kill people today.

The high monk sighed in the sky: Qing rules and precepts, how can human life matter! After that, he ate the fragrant meat! Seeing this, the bandits felt that the light of the Buddha was shining, so they also put down the butcher's knife and took refuge in Buddhism-

The reason why Buddhists don't eat meat is that they are afraid that wine and meat will bring impetuousness and give rise to desire. ”

Song Che said, scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge and blew it, handed it to the old lady and said with a smile: "Grandma, this is called 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart'." ”

"Amitabha...... The old body has been obsessed with Zen for decades, but now he is awakened by his grandson-in-law's words, which is good. ”

The old lady sighed, swallowed the meat porridge in one bite, took a sip of the taste, shook her head and appreciated, but it was cute: "I haven't eaten meat for more than ten years, and the taste is still so fresh." ”

"Hehehe......"

"Tang Wen, look at other people's cousin-in-law, who can heal diseases, cook porridge, and understand Buddhism!"

"Oh, I'm stupid, it's not like I don't admit it......"

"Speaking of which, Hui'er, Wenjun, you are all married and married, and you should have a child, right? Now my half-cut old woman is in the ground, and my greatest wish is to hug my grandchildren. ”

"Look at what you said, you are a long-lived person, don't say great-grandson, even great-grandson can hug it!"

"Look, who said Wen'er's mouth is not sweet?"

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Lao Taijun has been devout and believing in Buddhism for decades, and several generations of the Zhou family have blossomed, and the Tao is full of gold and jade, but there are only four grandsons and a concubine under Lao Lai's knees.

Is this family affection happy or sad?

Is this mansion huge or small?

Is this family thriving or declining?

……