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Chapter 72

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    Feng Qu took a sip of red wine and read carefully¡ª¡ª

    On the morning of early winter, Fengjiao returned to Xu¡¯s alley with Lai Bao in her arms.  Yi got married at the age of seventeen and became a widow at the age of nineteen. The Wei family wanted to take over the house, but her husband had left the only seedling of Laibao behind.

    Last night, Laibao came down with a fever in the middle of the night. Yi had no other choice, so she came to her parents¡¯ house to borrow money as soon as dawn, carrying the child in her arms.

    Grandma Xu San now has some plans. She holds the banknotes in her hand tightly and refuses to let out any big money. She cries to Yi Ai: "Your two brothers want to get married, and I'm going around trying to catch you blind."  I'll lend you a loan somewhere."

    Fengjiao sat on a small stool holding Lai Bao, her head hanging very low, looking at her toes. In just two years, Yi had changed from a round-faced girl to a shriveled fruit, with a pale face, sunken cheeks, and a low voice.  He said: "Laibao is very ill. When he recovers, I will work day and night to pay you back."

    Grandma Xu San was very unhappy: "What you said makes no sense. Am I such a cruel mother?"

    "Then you will lend me two silver dollars?" Fengjiao's eyes sparkled with hope.

    "My children are all debt collectors! I have already married off, but I still have to go back to my parents' home to catch the autumn wind. What evil have I done?" Grandma Xu San beat her knees and cried.

    Xu Fengjiao thought bitterly: It¡¯s this trick again!  It¡¯s this trick again!

    ¡°After Mr. Xu passed away, Yi forced Fengjiao to marry the dead man who died of illness. She used this trick, sitting in front of her house and beating her knees and crying, so that everyone in the Xu family alley would know her daughter¡¯s unfilial piety.

    The neighbors all came from the same clan and came in groups to persuade Fengjiao: "You are the eldest daughter in the family. It is right for you to get married and get some money to raise your younger brother."

    Fengjiao was still reading at that time, stopped studying at home, and with new ideas in her head, she naively retorted: "Now we advocate free love, and besides, hehe is an old man, how can I marry him?"

    Wei Yunkui lost his wife at a young age, and his previous wife did not leave any children. His family is quite good, and he can afford the price offered by Grandma Xu San. What else is there to choose from?

    The women of the same sect started to giggle, as if Feng Jiao had told a terrible joke: "What stupid talk about equality and freedom? Those are all stories made in school. Men are the gods, how can you cross the sky? Forget it now  After hearing these stupid words, get married and live a good life. If you keep remembering these stupid words, won't you be the one who feels uncomfortable?"

    Fengjiao finally married and ended up in her current situation.

    There were some despondent thoughts in Yi's heart, but the Noble in her arms was burning hot, like a piece of charcoal sticking to her chest. No matter what, she still had to try her best.

    "When I got married, didn't my mother receive a huge amount of money from that damn guy?"

    Grandma Xu San's eyes shone with fierce light, and she beat her chest and cried even more: "Are you a grown-up boy who refuses to leave your mother alone? Do you want to force your mother to death? What kind of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are there at home?"  Spending money? Everyone is silent and waiting for you to borrow money? "

    Fengjiao slowly walked out of her mother's main room holding Lai Bao. Grandma Xu San's cries could still be heard in her ears. Yi thought dizzily: God won't give us two a way to survive?

    The lead-black sky descended heavily, and heavy goose-feather snow fell on Yi's patched jacket. Her blank brows and eyes covered the way forward.

    Liu Simazi came out of Chenji half-drunk. He walked awkwardly and bumped into Fengjiao. He stood up straight with Yi's thin shoulders. He came closer and exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, and smiled: "  Isn't this sister Fengjiao? But she's in trouble?"

    Fengjiao was desperate and said mechanically: "Lend me two silver dollars."

    Liu Simazi took Yi's hand and said, "Follow Brother Four. Brother Four will give you two silver dollars."

    Feng Jiao held the child in her arms and was pulled by Liu Simazi and stumbled forward. It was as if she was walking in an unconscious nightmare. The streets on both sides had been walked countless times since childhood, but now they felt strange, as if they were walking in a strange foreign land.  ¡­

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    Huang Duo of "Shen Shen" probably had a strong preference for Mr. Rongcheng, so he devoted half of his page to serializing "The Stranger".

    It was extremely quiet in the bathroom. Feng Qu read about the desperate Xu Fengjiao, and unexpectedly thought of the person who wrote the book. Was she also desperate at the beginning?

    This thought made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he raised his head and took a big sip of wine.

    Tang Ping knocked on the door outside: "Young Marshal, it's almost time."

    Feng Qu put away his complicated thoughts and prepared to get dressed.

    During his trip, he not only shouldered the important task of purchasing arms, but also prepared to spend a lot of money to recruit a group of scholars and professors from Shanghai to set up a school in Rongcheng.

    ?Although Rongcheng has maritime trade that can prosper the economy, it does not have a university with excellent teaching quality and cannot retain talents.

    Feng Boxiang repeatedly discussed with military government officials that instead of introducing talents and trying their best to retain them, it is better to cultivate talents himself.

    Rongcheng University is already in the process of selecting a site for construction. The chairman of the preparatory committee is Feng Qu. He is responsible for the preliminary budget, hiring people to plan and design the school buildings, hiring experts and scholars with large sums of money to teach, drafting enrollment brochures and arsenals and military facilities to be built.  There are a lot of things going on in Zhongyu City, and they have been so busy lately that even Feng Chen, who was idle at home, was assigned to the Rongcheng University Preparatory Committee to run errands.

    Feng Chen made an excited suggestion: "Brother, have you considered opening a medical department at Rongcheng University in the future? Do you need me to go abroad to purchase medical equipment?"

    Feng Qu has been having a bad temper recently, so he poured a basin of ice water on him: "There is a special person to go abroad to purchase medical equipment. I was afraid that you would run away abroad and there would be no way to explain it to my father!"

    Feng Chen: ""

    He is long past the age of running away from home, and he is not a teenager in his teens. He clamored for freedom, ran out penniless, and came back disgraced, taught by reality how to behave.

    After he left the bathroom, he found Feng Chen actually sitting on the sofa. Probably because he was afraid that he would be angry, he put his feet together and put his hands neatly on his knees, looking honest and obedient.

    "Why are you here?" Feng Qu was unhappy.

    Feng Chen had already done some psychological preparation before coming, and the reasons were all ready: "Brother, I heard from my father that you came to Shanghai to hire scholars and professors. Professor Zhan, whom I met at Jinling University, resigned two years ago. I heard that he would settle in Shanghai."  .You can contact your classmates to find Professor Zhan and ask him to run a school in Rongcheng."

    "He is a medical professor?"

    "Brother, what are you thinking about? It's my father's wish to open a university. Even if I want to study medicine again, I can't make fun of this matter and recommend you a medical professor. Professor Zhan is from the Department of Civil Engineering. I invited him to Rongcheng  We can even discuss the establishment of a school with him." He praised himself: "I think about my eldest brother so much, why can't my eldest brother say a nice word for me in front of my father?"

    Feng Qu really couldn¡¯t understand Feng Chen¡¯s obsession with the medical profession. Moreover, this younger brother was quite easy to use, responsive and attentive to work. He didn¡¯t want to let go just yet.

    Feng Chen¡¯s few words led to the addition of one more professor to Feng Qu¡¯s list of professors hired with huge sums of money, and the two brothers went their separate ways.

    There was a Mr. Song whose grandfathers had served in the Qing court, and Song Yue also studied abroad at public expense.  After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, Song Yue returned to China and worked at a university in Peking. He resigned and stayed at home for the past two years. I heard that he is now writing some articles in newspapers and periodicals.

    Mr. Song has a profound knowledge of Chinese literature and has experience studying abroad. He was recommended by Feng Boxiang¡¯s staff who had studied abroad and wanted to hire him to teach Chinese language and history in Rongcheng.

    Feng Qu personally came to visit. The Song family's servant pointed out that Mr. Song had a habit of drinking tea. He did not drink tea at home, but drank tea listening to Suzhou tunes in the new-style bookstore outside.

    Mr. Song is quite elegant.

    Feng Qu and his personal guards caught Mr. Song waiting in the new-style bookstore pointed out by the Song family's servants. There was a plate of peanuts and dried nuts on his table. The waiter came to make tea. He asked: "Everything is available today."  What book list? Is there "Crying and Laughing Marriage"?"

    The waiter made tea and reported the bibliography: "Mr. Song, please use it slowly." Then he withdrew.

    Feng Qu came to his table and said, "Sir, are you the Duke of Song?"

    Song Yue was bored while waiting, when he saw someone coming to his door, he immediately became interested: "Exactly, I wonder what the young master wants to do with me?"

    Feng Qu sat down and was explaining his purpose when he suddenly heard someone making a loud noise downstairs. A woman said, "Am Ming, what's there to listen to in Suzhou Pingtan? Why don't we go play tennis?"

    A group of people were shouting, and a young man said: "Shang Jixiang, A Ming has her own reasons for bringing us to listen to Pingtan. When can we not play tennis? Besides Pingtan is pretty good."

    Shang Jixiang laughed: "Zhang Qiyue, who doesn't know that if you want to agree with what A Ming said, how can you be willing to refute it?"

    The young men and women laughed, and Zhang Qiyue said firmly: "Otherwise, how can Ah Ming be a gentleman and write good articles, while you can only be a reader? Of course I will listen to Ah Ming."

    A group of people came upstairs talking and laughing.

    Among countless complicated sounds, including the waiter's call, the chatter of guests, and the shouts of vendors outside the bookstore, Feng Qu only heard that familiar voice. She seemed to be in a good mood, and there was a smile in her voice.  Meaning: "Stop arguing! It's you who said you wanted to come out to play, and it's you who agreed to listen to my arrangements. You started shouting when you arrived at the bookstore. This is the Feng Shui treasure land I dug up a few days ago, and the people who can sing the ditty will have bones.  Okay, the Pingtan lectures are magnificent and the tea is delicious. This is part of the culture. Please listen to it with me and then go play tennis, okay?"

    Zhang Qiyue took the lead in responding: "Okay! We will listen with you!" There was endless accommodation in the young man's voice.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?The bones of those who sing the ditty are going to be crispy, the Pingtan lectures are magnificent, and the tea is delicious. This is part of the culture. Please listen to it with me honestly, and then go play tennis, okay?  "

    Zhang Qiyue took the lead in responding: "Okay! We will listen with you!" There was endless accommodation in the young man's voice.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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