Fu Mingfang walked into the house and saw two women get up and walk towards him.
One of them was dressed in gorgeous make-up, with a smile that was not a smile.
"Brother Ming is back? It's so fast! The tea at the old lady's place is good, why can't Brother Ming take it slow?" As soon as they met, Jin Yi's concubine Wang Ningxue said in an accent.
Xinyue first greeted Fu Ming with the ceremony of seeing the master as a servant, and also said: "I want to come, as a man, the young master is different from me and other women, and it is also simple to drink tea and chat."
Aunt Wang glanced at the crescent moon, but the smile on her face was still obvious. Fu Ming took his seat, and the two of them knelt down in order to formally salute. Xian Lan presented the greeting gift, and both of them had the same golden hairpin.
After the ceremony, Fu Ming ordered someone to watch the seat and make tea.
Concubine Wang held the tea cup, but she stopped drinking and said, "Brother Ming sees this yard, are you still satisfied?"
Fu Ming said, "It's spacious and clean, not bad."
Concubine Wang added: "Brother Ming likes it. At first, the master asked the concubine to prepare the yard for Brother Ming, and the concubine wanted to move out the courtyard where she lived, which was close to the master's own house. But the master said It's very troublesome to move around, so I ordered my concubine to choose another place as Brother Ming. It took a lot of picking to choose this place. Now that Brother Ming said this, my heart finally fell. "
Fu Ming smiled and did not respond.
But Xinyue said, "Young master, the soil and water in this courtyard seems to be very different from other places. Oranges are grown in Huaibei, and their fruits are dry and inedible, but the fruit from a few orange trees in the backyard is not as sweet as Huainan mandarin oranges, but it can be eaten. It tastes better with pickling. In the past, madam, the slaves said that the first madam often came here to pick oranges."
Fu Ming heard the words and said, "If that's the case, I'll ask someone to take care of him."
Xinyue smiled slightly, "Thank you sir."
"The deceased should not be forgotten. You can see things and think about people for the sake of love and righteousness. I have always admired people with love. This year, the oranges are ripe, so you can pick them yourself."
Xinyue smiled and stood up and bowed again.
The three chatted for a while longer, and when Xinyue saw Fu Ming's expression, she took the initiative to resign. Aunt Wang also resigned when she saw it. Fu Ming asked Lu Fei to send them out of the hospital.
After the people left, Xiang Lan came up to clean up the tea cup, and saw that the tea in the tea cup on Wang Yiniang's table was almost the same, she laughed angrily: "What's this, it's not enough to be sarcastic and sarcastic at the young master, and you actually dislike our tea so bluntly. In this case, don't step into this door for the rest of your life!"
Lu Fei happened to go back to the house, and when she heard the words, she didn't know whether to persuade or reconcile. She was also angry in her heart, but she was still restrained, and only whispered: "Of those I have seen in the past two days, only this one is not good. On the table, we don't care about her, in the future, we will find out."
Fu Ming watched Lu Fei pull Hua Lan, and the two went to the side to bite their ears, and couldn't help chuckling. What kind of vision did the wet nurse choose to serve in her room
After Fu Ming took a short rest, he asked Lu Fei to call everyone inside and outside the courtyard to give a lecture, benevolent, and rewarded with money. The hearts of the servants were unknown, but they were all respectful and thankful. They retreated afterward.
Finally, when he was clean, Fu Ming took out a copy from the bookcase he brought to Jin Mansion.
… to stop at perfection. Knowing and then having determination...
He once wrote an article on the phrase "knowledge and stop", and the teacher praised him for understanding it deeply. But now, he feels, he needs to do his homework all over again.
Just as his thoughts were sinking, Qian Lan came and said, "Young Master, it's time for lunch."
On the first day of entering the mansion, there was no husband to accompany him, no elders to leave meals, and no peers came to accompany him. Fu Ming was still at the table alone. However, although the food on the table is not very delicious, there is a vegetable soup with a bright color and a mellow taste. At this time, there are very few kinds of fresh vegetables. It takes a lot of effort to cook a bowl of vegetable soup that is full of colors and takes into account the taste. Although it is not a rare delicacy, it is rare at the moment. It is something he has never tasted before. He drank more, and asked people to pass a few words of praise to the cook who made the soup, and then gave the cook the same meat and dessert that he didn't eat much.
Seeing that Fu Ming's appetite was not affected by the troubles, Lu Fei felt a little relieved.
After the meal, Fu Ming saw that the sun was rising outside the house, so he ordered the girls to move the rattan couch to the place where it was being lit. The couch was covered with quilts, and it was warm and comfortable to lie on, so he fell asleep here.
As I was falling into a dream, I felt a slight warm wind blowing on my cheeks constantly. There seemed to be moisture in the warm wind. Could it be raining? He slowly woke up from the shallow dream, opened his eyes, and a smiling child's face came close to him.
"Yan'er? You're here, have you had enough lunch break?" Fu Ming got up, his voice was slightly hoarse when he woke up, and it was even more gentle.
Zhao Yan leaned beside him and said with a smile, "I've had enough rest for a long time. If I go back to sleep, the sun is going to set!"
"Really?" Fu Ming asked Lu Fei, "What time is it now?"
Lu Fei smiled slightly: "Young Master, you haven't slept for half an hour!"
Hearing this, Fu Ming smiled and touched Zhaoyan's tender little face, and asked, "What do you want to hear?" Then he led him to the back room.
Zhao Yan walked and replied, "Well—Yan'er likes to listen to the stories in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and the legend of heroes!"
"Okay, then Uncle Ming will tell Yan'er this!"
After entering the house, Fu Ming sat on the back chair, while Zhaoyan chose a small stool, sat on the stool, and put his hands on Fu Ming's knees.
Qianlan asked the little girls to bring tea and snacks, the ones that Zhaoyan liked to eat that she had inquired about earlier. Zhaoyan saw it and really liked it.
The mothers and maids who followed Zhaoyan were invited by Lu Fei to drink tea, "Don't worry everyone, there are people watching here, take care of the young master. It's rare for you to relax, it's still a bit cold today, go have a few cups of hot water. What's wrong with tea?" After everyone heard the words, they saw Fu Ming nodded again, and followed.
Fu Ming asked Zhaoyan: "What stories do Yan'er know about the "Book of Mountains and Seas"?"
Zhaoyan thought for a while and replied, "Knowing that Kuafu, who is chasing the sun, was so thirsty that he drank all the water in the river! Yan'er asked his father, won't Kuafu be bursting?"
Fu Ming smiled and asked, "How did your father answer?"
Zhao Yan said: "My father said that Kuafu is not a mortal person, and his stomach can accommodate Jianghai, and he also told Yan'er what the sea accepts all rivers and so on. Yan'er doesn't understand very well."
Fu Ming was even more amused. Maybe Zhaoyan didn't understand or didn't like listening to it, so he didn't want to figure it out. This grandfather did not forget to teach his son the great principles of life when he told the story, which can be regarded as well-intentioned
Fu Ming asked again: "Yan'er used to listen to books, but also read books?"
Zhao Yan shook his head: "My father said that next year, I will invite my husband to teach Yan'er to read and write."
Without the help of seedlings, it seems that the father who is looking forward to his son Jackie Chan is not too impatient.
"Yan'er hasn't read the book, so do you know what the gods and alien beasts in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" look like?"
"Father and Yan'er talked about their appearance, but Yan'er didn't know very well."
Fu Minglue thought for a while, and then asked, "Does Yan'er know about Jingwei who reclaimed the sea? What does Jingwei look like?"
Zhao Yan recalled, "A very fancy looking bird like a crow."
Fu Ming smiled even more: "Is this what your father told you?"
Zhao Yan replied, "Father said something different, but Yan'er remembers it like this."
Fu Ming said: "Its shape is like a black, with a written head, white beak, bare feet..." Then, he explained it to Zhaoyan in popular language, and then asked: "Can Yaner imagine what this bird looks like? "
Zhao Yan nodded and shook his head again, "I seem to know, but it's not very clear."
Fu Ming got up and led Zhaoyan to the desk, "Come on, let's draw a picture together, and then it will be clearer."
This was Zhaoyan's first time scratching the pen. Fu Ming saw that he was overwhelmed, so he adjusted his gestures for him, and taught him to dip the ink and write. The two of them each painted a single stroke, each one a piece of paper, and the paint was shared, and they painted the Jingwei in their own minds.
Zhao Yan flicked his brushes vertically and horizontally, eclectic, and quickly discarded a piece of paper, so he started over with a new one. Fu Ming guided him from time to time, and took time to draw on his own paper. In the end, the two completed the work almost simultaneously.
On Zhaoyan's paper, it can be seen that it is a bird, and it is really fancy; while Fu Ming's, although simple, is full of charm and lifelike, Zhaoyan can't help but open his eyes and open his mouth, shocked. After a while, he laughed: "Is this Jingwei? It seems to be true! It's exactly the same as what Uncle Ming said!"
After the two painted Jingwei, they also painted Zhuyin, the god of Zhongshan.
The painting was about to be finished, and Qian Lan went to the place where the maids and ladies were drinking tea and asked, "Did someone bring the little young master's clothes?"
Nurse Zhaoyan got up and said, "I brought a set? Do you want to change it?"
Qianlan nodded, "You can come and have a look with me."
The nurse was a little uneasy. She didn't know what to do, she was about to change her clothes? When he came to the front, he saw: Zhao Yan's coat was colorful, and there was paint on his face, and his hands couldn't be seen, just like a little cat.
Qianlan and the nurse looked at each other and smiled. The two went to clean and replace Zhaoyan. While washing their hands, an old lady sent someone to spread the word, saying that it was time for dinner and let Zhaoyan go over.
The old lady loved Zhaoyan very much and wanted to put Zhaoyan in her house, but the Jin family was a family of generals. Jin Yi wanted his son to be independent and strong from an early age, so he chose another residence for Zhaoyan that was closest to the old lady. The old lady couldn't live with Zhaoyan, but she refused to relax about his diet, so Zhaoyan still ate three meals a day at the old lady's place.
The old lady has sent someone to spread the word, and everyone did not dare to slack off, so they all rushed forward, tidying up for Zhaoyan in a hurry, and surrounded him out the door.
Zhaoyan stopped at the door, turned around and said to Fu Ming, "Uncle Ming, I'll be back tomorrow!"
Fu Ming nodded and smiled.
After the guests had all left, Lu Fei took the manuscripts drawn by Zhaoyan and asked Fu Ming, "Sir, should I keep these or throw them away?"
Fu Ming picked out the two final drafts by Zhaoyan, "Put these two and mine, and throw away the rest."
Looking at the "fancy crow" and the "red-hot snake" in the picture, Fu Ming couldn't help laughing. This afternoon went by so fast, Zhao Yan was a big contributor. Smart, lively but not noisy, is the elder who can teach such a child really that cold and indifferent person
In the evening, after learning that Zhaoyan had a great time playing at Fu Ming's place, Jin Yi didn't say anything.
That night, Fu Ming was still drinking alone until he was slightly drunk, and then fell asleep alone.