The day passed quickly, and the people in the whole street, almost every house, had a smile on their faces. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Once, because Dong Qiang was simple and kind, and was willing to help, the people on the whole street had a good relationship with Dong Qiang, which made them often visit Dong Qiang's business on weekdays to buy some wood carvings for children to play with, or, for decoration.

And today, the wood carvings that they once bought from three copper plates have all turned into white silver.

Ten taels a lot, that's a very high price!

Among them, there were many people, and they took out more than ten in one go, and took away more than 100 taels of silver directly from Dong Bufan.

And these people who have obtained more than 100 taels of silver, their faces are even more happy.

There are even some people who hold a hundred taels of silver in their hands, they plan to close their current shop and stop doing business in the future, after all, a hundred taels of silver tattoos is enough for people like them to eat and drink for the rest of their lives.

However, although everyone has money in their hands, no one is willing to buy their own shop completely.

After all, in Chen Bao's hands, is it possible to buy the store? I'm afraid, they have spent the money, and the store still can't buy it.

Moreover, even if they really buy it, in the future, the store will still be here, and Chen Bao will try his best to make them pay every month.

When night fell, Dong Bufan went to Dong Qiang's house for dinner.

This was personally invited by Dong Qiang.

And today's meals have changed drastically from yesterday.

Six plates of dishes, each plate of dishes, are meat dishes, especially the big plate of Dongpo meat, the piece of meat, people look at it, and they feel appetizing.

As for the wine, today is also a full jar of fine wine.

Dong Qiang looked at the food in front of him, his brows furrowed tightly, and he kept sighing and lamenting the waste.

These meals are not his master, but when he closes the shop, takes Dong Bufan, and returns home, it is already like this.

As soon as he asked, he realized that it was Ma Hui who was in charge and directly used the thousand taels of silver tickets.

Dong Bufan looked at Dong Qiang's appearance, laughed, and said, "Uncle, in the future, your life will get better and better." ”

Dong Qiang sighed, glanced at the table full of food again, and said, "Even if you have money, you can't waste it like this!"

Dong Bufan smiled helplessly and shook his head slowly, he understood that this was his father, even if he had thousands of family fortunes, his father was willing to eat steamed buns and pickles.

Of course, this is not stingy, but thrifty and simple.

During this meal, Dong Bufan and Dong Qiang drank a lot, and at the end, Ma Hui deliberately left with the children to give the father and son time to spend alone.

Gradually, Dong Qiang drank more and more, and he gave Dong Bufan and talked about his eldest son.

When he talked about his eldest son, a man who was nearly fifty years old, his eyes were rosy, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Seeing this scene, Dong Bufan's eyes were also moist, and he heard from his father's words that his father missed him, which was extremely heavy.

My father, my heart is bitter!

At this time, he couldn't wait to tell his father his identity.

However, he held back, and the more his father was like this, the more he could not speak.

He wants to give his home, a quiet and happy life, not let his family, follow him, and worry about him.

Half an hour later, Dong Bufan rejected Ma Hui's kindness and asked to stay overnight, and walked out leisurely.

Out of the courtyard, Dong Bufan looked up at the stars in the sky, and tears flowed from his eyes.

When Yan'er saw Dong Bufan's scene, her heart ached, and she said softly: "Young master, if it's uncomfortable, just cry." ”

Dong Bufan nodded, took a few quick steps, squatted directly in a dark corner, and sobbed.

The Sect Master of the Ghost Control Sect, the Deputy Sect Master of Biyou Palace, in the entire Youzhou, stomped his feet, and the people who could also shake the eight directions, at this moment, here, silently cried bitterly.

Dong Bufan's deep heart, the lonely and fragile side was completely displayed.

As long as they are people, as long as they are emotional people, no matter how strong and powerful they are, then they will have such a side.

The vulnerable side.

Yan'er looked at Dong Bufan silently, without saying a word, and secretly swore in her heart that she would protect Dong Bufan well.

After a small half-pillar of incense, Dong Bufan gradually recovered, stood up slowly, and walked towards the store with a silent voice, Yan'er followed closely.

Time is like the hair wrapped around the fingertips, in the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, a month away, and there are still five days to go.

In this half a month, Dong Bufan's days can be described as extremely happy.

Every morning, he will open the door early, and then, waiting for Dong Qiang's store to open, to help, and then, at noon, he will go to Dong Qiang's middle school to eat, and in the evening, he will help Dong Qiang's store close, and then follow Dong Qiang to eat together.

Every day.

This kind of life made Dong Bufan very happy in his heart, although he didn't really recognize each other, but he already felt the warmth of home.

After nearly a month of getting along, his younger brothers and sisters, Dong Bufan, who is also completely recognized, is called by the eldest brother all day long, and Dong Bufan also loves his younger brothers and sisters.

Even, now his youngest brother and sister will come to his flower shop all day long, making noise for him to play with him, staying for a day, Dong Bufan in his heart, in addition to being happy, he is still happy.

At the same time, Dong Bufan also discovered that his second brother, Dong Shifan, is a person who is obsessed with reading, and even his younger brother, as early as a year ago, was admitted to Xiucai at the age of fifteen, and he was the first such young Xiucai in their Jiyang County.

In this regard, Dong Bufan's heart was very happy.

His parents, who used to be from peasant families, have always longed for a literati in the family to be able to enter the court as an official, and Dong Bufan, he saw hope from his second brother.

Night falls.

In Dong Bufan's shop, the voices of Dong Bufan and Yan'er came, some loud, and they spread outside.

"Young master, there is news over there, the smallest wood carving, the lowest is three hundred taels, and the largest one is already as high as thousands of taels. Yan'er's voice came out.

Dong Bufan laughed out loud and said, "Okay! Great! Those merchants haven't come here yet, we have to take advantage of their absence to come here, hurry up and buy some, it is estimated that when they come, then Dong Qiang will know the true value of his wood carvings." ”