Lao Fang came out of the house a little depressed, and wiped his face. There was only a little carbon dust on his face, but it was wiped evenly.
The snow fell suddenly last night, not to mention the pillars, and I was so cold that I was terribly frozen. Fortunately, the craftsman brought the stove just now, thinking that it would be installed immediately, and the charcoal fire would be ignited, and the house would be warm immediately.
In the end, I held two bamboos and put them together for a long time, but I couldn’t make it like my uncle’s house. In a rage, I put my foot on the stove. He was kicked out by my mother-in-law with a broom.
Shaking his head, it seems that this kind of delicate work is really beyond his ability, and he plans to go to my uncle to ask how to do this thing.
Before he entered the courtyard, a figure rushed out from inside with a "whoosh" and disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.
It was a real "whoosh", and the speed was unbelievably fast. Lao Fang was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, the expression on his face was still a bit unbelievable.
"Just now... was that uncle?"
After getting the answer from Xiaohuan, Lao Fang suffered a lot of hurt in his heart.
I don't know when it started, my uncle is getting more and more powerful, and Lao Fang feels that his role is constantly diminishing. Maybe it won't be long before he can only help chop bamboo and run errands.
In the business outside, besides my aunt, he is the one who gets the most dividends. Just staying at home like this every day, he can still earn money that he couldn't make in the previous year. Not practical.
Seeing her man's head slumped after returning from his aunt's place, he was quietly tinkering with the stove, Liu Shi wanted to mutter a few words, but swallowed them again.
Although she didn't scold him all the time, and when necessary, she would use a family law broom to make him remember, but she knew how to measure, and after so many years, she knew when to speak and when to shut up.
She doesn't ask too much about matters between men. She can only sigh at this moment, and silently clean up the carbon pile on the ground...
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Li Yi ran from home to the street in one breath, panting heavily, looking back to see that no one was chasing him, so he found a roadside stall to sit down and rest.
I don't know if it's because of the second uncle's slap on him, the old injury on his body is almost healed, the lower abdomen doesn't hurt anymore, and I feel that my physical condition is better than before the injury.
Of course, due to the training of true energy, these two days seemed to be a little carried away. She was too embarrassing in front of Miss Liu Er. After rubbing the part of her buttocks that was still aching, she finally realized that there was a huge gap between him and Ruyi. how big.
If he wanted to stand up and be the master, he still had a long way to go to put Miss Liu Er under him in an open and honest manner.
For now, I still have to continue to follow the low-key principle. The next time I want to vent my anger, I have to secretly make a snow sculpture and smash it when she is not at home. Today is indeed a bit too ostentatious.
He can't go back home for the time being, otherwise the snow sculpture just now might be his end, so he just wandered around the street.
It snowed heavily last night, but on the main road of Fucheng, there is not much snow at this time. Without the supervision of the government, people got up one after another before dawn to sweep the snow from their doorsteps to the side of the road. The shops are even more active. After all, you have to do business even when it snows, and life is not easy. One day less doors are open, and one more day is lost.
At this moment, there is no snow in the sky, and there are fewer pedestrians on the street than in the past. In such a cold weather, staying at home and not going out is the most correct choice.
Passing through a place that sells breakfast, I bought two steaming steamed buns. I heard that the steamed stuffed buns here are also a time-honored brand for decades. No feeling of hunger at all.
There were no people in the shops I saw along the way, but there were a few customers in the few wine shops, and they were the only shops in Fucheng that sold liquor. .
Strolling around, wandering into the cottage, no matter what time, there is no shortage of people here, tea houses, restaurants, brothels, brothels, guests come in and out, it is very lively.
Several temporary small fences were crushed by the heavy snow, and the actors who lived on the fences were cleaning up the scene. It seemed that they hadn't bothered much when building the shed. Although this thing is not strong, it is not so fragile.
This problem does not exist with larger hook bars. When Li Yi opened the door and walked in, the old man Sun, the storyteller, was directing those people to rehearse "Painted Skin", which will be performed in two days. After eating enough, I have to get up from the bed before dawn in the morning, and I can go back very late, but no one complains.
"Master, you are here. Miss Wan is not here now. I will call her right away." Seeing Li Yi, old man Sun ran over immediately and said with a smile.
After seeing the follow-up storybook, his attitude towards Li Yi became even better.
"No, no, no." Li Yi waved his hand, and he just stopped by to have a look.
The old man seemed to have thought of something, and took out a small cloth bag from his arms, which looked bulging and heavy, and said, "Young Master Qian, take it. I asked a few old friends to go to the Jianghu story that you told me last time." Speaking of which, it really is very popular with those Jianghu people, and the money was sent by them yesterday."
Li Yi waved his hand again, and said, "Give all the money to Miss Wan. Goulan will open again, and it must cost a lot. You can keep the money."
After Old Man Sun heard the words, he didn't say any more. They really need a lot of money these days.
Old man Sun was very puzzled that Li Yi let him spread the good story through several friends who were also storytellers.
Most of the people in the martial arts are bold, and most of the people gathered in the Goulan outside the city are those people. They spend a lot of money, and they like to hear about the martial arts in the Jianghu.
It's a pity if you don't keep a good story for yourself. At worst, you can exchange it for some money. It's a pity that Mr. Li just gave it away for nothing. It's all money...
Unable to guess Li Yi's intentions, old man Sun didn't think about it anymore. This was not his concern, so he sent him out of the Goulan, and went back to urge those people to hurry up and rehearse.
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"Hey, the old man continued, what the hell is that seventy-two evil sword techniques..."
In a small shack built temporarily at the foot of the city wall, a man threw a small piece of broken silver into the crock in front and urged.
The shack is not big, but there are quite a few people inside, most of them have a dusty appearance, and they look like people who are often on the go.
After the man urged, the rest of the people also urged the old man to continue talking with great interest.
Although the old man was old, he still had some eyesight. He saw a silver light flashing into the crock, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed like chrysanthemums. He cleared his throat and continued to speak.
"If you want to talk about the Han family's seventy-two ways of warding off evil swordsmanship, that's really incredible. It is a first-class swordmanship in legends, but few people know it. Firstly, this swordmanship has never been passed on. Everyone who uses this sword technique moves swiftly and strangely, and no one outside knows the name of his technique, only knows that his technique is extremely fast and has reached an unimaginable level..."