Plum Rain Season (Part 1)

Spring goes and autumn comes, winter goes and summer solstice.

The rain fell down in a scattering manner, hitting the tiles, flowing through the eaves, and dripping small potholes on the ground.

The woman sat at the door, holding needles and thread in her hand, her lower abdomen was slightly raised, and she looked out from time to time.

A man was carrying a basket, wearing a straw raincoat, with his legs raised high, and there was soil on it. He stepped in from outside the house, splashing small pieces of water. He put the basket on the ground, and there were crackling sounds inside.

More than a dozen fish jumped in the basket.

"The plum rain never ends. It keeps falling, all these fish jump out of the water and gain a lot of harvest."

The woman glanced at him, put away the needle and thread, took out a fish from it, and skillfully threw the fish on the ground. The fish jumped a few times and was out of breath.

The man looked into the room and found that there was no one. He hurried to the kitchen to take a knife and handed it over.

"Have he not come back yet?"

The woman held a knife and dealt with the fish, and said lightly: "The firewood from Hu Liehu's house was wet, so she quietly hugged a bundle of firewood from our house. I thought about it and forgot, your brother is just not to rely on it.

I still had the same temper as before, so I had to reason with others."

The man's eyes widened, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and hurriedly said, "No, I'm afraid he will suffer, I'll go and see."

The woman wanted to stop the man, and the big man stepped into the rain and went out.

After a while, the two came back, the man lowered his head, and behind him was a man who was younger than him and looked very elegant, holding two large bundles of firewood.

The woman brought out the prepared fish and sat at the table.

The two men consciously went to find bowls and chopsticks to serve rice, and then sat opposite the woman. They wanted to pick up the bowl. When they heard the woman snorting coldly, they were so scared that they placed the bowl on the table.

"Raise your head!"

The man raised his head, his forehead swollen, and blood stasis.

"explain!"

The younger man was about to speak when the woman angrily said, "I didn't let you say it!"

"Aren't you going to reason? He took action as he talked. However, I was not at a loss. He probably couldn't recognize him. In the end, he returned two bundles of firewood, although it was wet."

The man looked at the man helplessly, shook his head, and raised the bowl to eat.

"By the way, has the old turtle in the pond been making any noise recently?" the man asked.

"What else can there be any movement, but the age and size are there, and the dragon has no choice but to cultivate 72 little turtles. Fortunately, the crayfish in the pond have grown up and can barely compete with each other.

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"By the way, a few small fish and the aconite often send some things, and it's not right to collect them, nor is it not right to collect them."

Hearing this, the man looked at the woman carefully. The woman had no expression on her face. After eating, she put the bowl on her bowl and said lightly: "Just not accept the unsuccessful reward. After eating it, remember to clean up later."

After saying that, he went into the inner room.

The man glanced at the young man and the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior brother, that old thing has really not moved recently?"

"No, after we left, he called all the disciples he had trained to Chang'an and said they were the seventy-two saints. Moreover, they were allowed to enter the court to become officials. Fortunately, Chai Xintong and Xun Fa led the Pi Hansi to fight.

What about the seventy-two saints? Those seventy-two little guys can't do a great job. Especially Xun Fa, this man, the old guy glared, and he also glared. He was not afraid of that. He was so angry that the old guy thought about it several times.

Kill him by the palm.”

This man is naturally Qi Fengjia.

And the junior brother he mentioned was the young master.

It has been more than half a year since the incident of Fengwu Mountain, but it has little impact on the Master. Not many people know about it. Even if some people know about it, they still think that the Master is not wrong.

However, his two disciples were extremely disappointed with him and both left Confucius Temple.

"By the way, what did Xue Zhengwu and the Happy Tower send? Let's say first, don't accept the silver coins, your sister-in-law doesn't allow it." Qi Fengjia said to the young master while eating fish.

"No, just a few jars of old wine, I quietly hid it; there are some herbs for the baby, and the herbs are in the kitchen. You will cook it for my sister-in-law to drink later. I will hide the wine. When will my sister-in-law be in a good mood?

I'll tell you again."

When Qi Fengjia heard this, he put down his chopsticks.

"Who are you living in now?"

The young master looked at his senior brother, lowered his head and said carefully: "It's your family, but it's your sister-in-law who is in charge."

Qi Fengjia also lowered his head and gave the young master a thumb.

"Good boy

, there is yours."

The two of them were silent for a while, and Qi Fengjia suddenly sighed.

"I didn't expect that after spending so long in this temple, I often helped us live, was a friend of a little guy who had been in the temple for less than a year."

Hearing this, the young master lowered his head and sighed.

"I don't know how Chang'an is going."

This Chang'an is not that Chang'an, and Qi Fengjia will naturally know it.

"It's not that easy to get into trouble. We just can't find him. Cen Xuebai and the Lord Ao will keep looking for him."

The young master shook his head when he heard this, not knowing what to say.

At this time, the boss's wife walked out with her lower abdomen. Since Qi Fengjia returned with scars on her body, they have been together. She has been pregnant recently and the store has not been opened. In addition, the young master came to join in, and Qi Fengjia and Xiao

The Master likes to lament the good fortune of others, and soon the three of them need help from their lives.

Xue Zhengwu was recently frustrated by the seventy-two saints and his forehead was black. The two senior brothers often said that he was aconite. And the Pihansi of Chai Xintong grew stronger and stronger with the Holy Emperor's intention to support and fight against Confucius Temple.

The two of them were called crayfish. In front of the boss's wife, they did not dare to blatantly mention the people and things in Chang'an.

"Wash the dishes after eating! After washing, go and chop the two bundles of wood just now. Mr. Wang and Mrs. Zhang are old, so they give them two fish, and Hu Hunter fight with them and take them.

Chai, also send a fish over!"

The proprietress walked out and looked at the dull two people.

"It's so heavy rain...no...no need to chop firewood!"

When the boss heard this, he suddenly patted his stomach.

"Will you go or not, listen or not!"

This action shocked Qi Fengjia and immediately said to the young master: "Doing things!"

The young master immediately packed up the dishes, Qi Fengjia walked out and picked up the hatchet placed on the firewood. This knife once had a name, Big Buffalo.

"Tianwuwu, Bu Luoyu, Hailongwang, Bu married someone. Turtle plays flute, turtle beats drum..." (Minnan nursery rhyme, Tianwuwu)

A group of children were carrying umbrellas, running past the door and singing nursery rhymes.

When Qi Fengjia heard the nursery rhyme, he glanced at the children and worked harder to chop firewood.

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Chapter completed!