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On this day in mid-October, Sunday.
Confused, Song Fengchen felt his chin itchy, he stretched out his hand to scratch, but there was no one in his arms, he snorted: "Huh?"
Xu Shujian's voice came from next to my ear: "I went out, and I left you pumpkin porridge and meat dumplings in the pot, and there are moon cakes left in the cupboard, remember to eat."
Song Fengchen was half asleep and half awake, thinking, it seemed that Xu Shujian told him last night that today he was going to climb the Great Wall with Teacher Zhou and the others, he yawned: "Yeah!"
"Then I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, Xu Shujian kissed Song Fengchen's chin again: "Remember to shave your beard too."
Song Fengchen woke up two hours later, brushed his teeth, washed his face, shaved, and made the bed. He stepped on his slippers, opened the cupboard, took out a piece of moon cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
The mooncakes were made by Xu Shujian a few days ago. They are the size of an ordinary drinking glass, filled with red bean paste and salted egg yolk, and taste pretty good.
Just when he picked up his chopsticks and was about to take out the meat dumplings on the steaming rack in the pot, there was a knock on the door suddenly.
"Who is it?" He responded, put down his chopsticks and walked out, opened the door, and faced two unfamiliar faces.
The leading young man bowed his hands and said, "Song Daoyou."
The voice was slightly familiar, Song Fengchen said hesitantly: "He Daoyou?"
The young man straightened up, "It's the poor man."
But it was He Duanfeng.
Song Fengchen immediately bowed his hands to return the salute, then turned his body sideways and stretched out his left hand: "Please come in!"
After entering the room, He Duanfeng put the gift box in his hand on the coffee table, and said only: "The poor Taoist came to the capital to do some business, passing by here, just happened to feel the atmosphere of a fellow Taoist, so I came here to pay homage to the pier."
"Fellow Daoist was joking." Song Fengchen brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of them.
After half a cup of hot tea, He Duanfeng put down the tea bowl: "At that time, I thought the name of fellow Taoist was familiar, but I didn't expect that you were the grandson of Xuanchengzi Guanzhu."
Hearing this, Song Fengchen thought of something: "Dare to ask you, what happened to Xujiacun?"
After all, there were more than 70 lives, and Song Fengchen didn't mind spending more saliva on their behalf.
"After Zhou Lan was rescued by a fellow Taoist, the villagers of Xujia Village were so angry that they wanted to take me to be buried with them. Fortunately, my master arrived in time."
He Duanfeng didn't mean to resent Song Fengchen, his skills were inferior to others, so there was nothing to say.
"My master tried his best, but in the end he only managed to save more than 20 people, all of whom were women and children."
Just in a few words, I don't know how many twists and turns have been skipped.
Repaying virtue with grievances is nothing more than that.
Song Fengchen had no intention of commenting on the character of He Duanfeng's master and apprentice. This is probably the difference between him and the pure and decent children.
The two chatted all over the place. The middle-aged man in the blue overalls sitting next to He Duanfeng looked anxious, and raised his wrist to check the time from time to time. Seeing that neither of them had any intention of stopping, he couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and shouted: "He Daoist¡ª?"
Only then did He Duanfeng think of business. He looked at Song Fengchen and said, "The poor Taoist has something to do, so I won't bother fellow Taoist."
"Okay." Song Fengchen stood up after him.
"By the way," He Duanfeng remembered the purpose of his trip, his eyes fell on the pile of gift boxes on the coffee table, and he divided a small half from it, pointing to them and said: "These, please help to pass them on to Zhou Zhou." Lan, take it as my apology to her."
When he got out of Xujiacun and looked back at what happened that day, although he didn't regret his choice at that time, he did feel sorry for Zhou Lan.
"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded and agreed.
Sending He Duanfeng away, Song Fengchen stuffed the pile of presents he brought into the cabinet. As for Zhou Lan's share, ask Xu Shujian to take it to school tomorrow, and just trouble Teacher Zhou to hand it over to her.
After breakfast, Song Fengchen took the money to the quarry and ordered a batch of bluestone slabs and bricks for two hundred yuan. On the other side of the mansion, the roof has almost been renovated. Next, he plans to find someone to redecorate the house. He has already drawn the circuit diagram
Here, saying goodbye to Song Fengchen, He Duanfeng followed the middle-aged man to Nanmen Street.
"This is it." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed to a small two-story western-style building across the road.
After finishing speaking, he led He Duanfeng over and rang the doorbell.
After more than ten seconds, Zhu Anshi came out, his eyes shifted from the middle-aged man to He Duanfeng, with a slightly excited expression, he stretched out his hand: "This is the young master He Duanfeng and Daoist Master He Duanfeng who went to watch the house, I wish you Anshi, thank you for traveling thousands of miles for my family's affairs Come here."
He Duanfeng reached out to shake his hand, and said politely, "Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Anshi turned sideways: "He Daoist, please come in, the family ancestor has been waiting for you for a long time."
Hearing this, He Duanfeng turned around and looked at the middle-aged man: "Mr. He, I have already come here. Look, can you return the token to me?"
He came to the capital this time precisely because he was asked by a middle-aged man to solve the troubles of the Zhu family.
As for the token he mentioned, it happened decades ago. The uncle of the middle-aged man once had a meal with his teacher. In order to repay his kindness, his teacher gave him his identity plate , And told him the address of the room to watch. He promised that Fang Quguan could do something for him or his descendants for free by using this identity plate as a token without violating morality.
Just three days ago, a middle-aged man came to the door with this identity plate.
"Yes, yes, yes." The middle-aged man said repeatedly, and took out a dark wooden sign from his pocket and handed it to He Duanfeng.
He was originally a servant of Zhu's family. When Zhu Zhengsheng had an accident, everyone in Zhu's family was panicked. He remembered the wooden plaque left to him by his uncle after his death.
He brought this matter up to Zhu's family with suspicion, but he didn't expect them to be overjoyed when they heard the words "Fang Go Guan".
Thinking of the 500 yuan he had already received and the job of the director of the supply and marketing cooperative that he was about to obtain, the middle-aged man was very happy.
He Duanfeng didn't care what the middle-aged man was thinking, he put away the wooden sign, followed Zhu Anshi, and entered the house.
As soon as he stepped into Zhu Zhengsheng's room, a gust of dark wind rushed towards his face, making He Duanfeng's hairs stand on end, and his heart felt cold.
On the bed, Zhu Zhengsheng's face was sallow, without a trace of blood. On his thin cheeks, two cheekbones protruded there like two hills. Seeing Zhu Anshi leading He Duanfeng in, he was extremely excited and struggled to sit up.
A middle-aged woman who was beside him at that time saw her and quickly reached out to help him.
"He Daoist, look?" Zhu Anshi looked closely at He Duanfeng.
He Duanfeng frowned slightly, and said with some hesitation: "Looking at Mr. Zhu's situation, he should be haunted by the grieving ghost."
Hearing this, Zhu's family's expression was unnatural for a moment.
He Duanfeng took a deep breath: "So, who is this grieving ghost?"
? All the family members looked at Zhu Zhengsheng.
A trace of resentment flashed in Zhu Zhengsheng's eyes, and he nodded.
Zhu Anshi said in a deep voice: "The matter has come to this point, and I don't hide it from Mr. He. It was my late wife who murdered my grandfather."
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