Guardian Chapter 37: Chen Qiuchen’s daily life
The welfare house is a small yard with a single gate, and there is a jujube tree that is dying.
The original owner is a pair of bookstore pens, you can call the editor, you can also be popular.
Before, Yuqian Alley was violent, but it frightened people. When it was dark, the house was entrusted to Yafang. After hanging up for a long time, no one dared to buy it.
Whoever buys this land is not too long.
The Secretary of the Soul of the Town does not have this taboo. The yamen who can get oil and water from the underworld are so poor that they only have money left, and there is nowhere to spend it. He bought a house for welfare.
There is nothing missing in the small courtyard, so you can move in with your bags properly.
It's just that I haven't seen people for a long time, and I have lost a lot of dust.
Chen Feng had a good meal to tidy up, and threw away bits and pieces, not old or young.
This is the way to clean up the house, you can always dig out some useless things, and when you clean it up next time, it's still the same, and still throw a lot of it.
Chen Feng threw it away, and in a blink of an eye he went back and threw it again, only to find that there were fewer things on the ground.
He is still wondering, why? Has the trouble hit the head of Master Qiuchen, the soul of the town? Don’t take the village official as a cadre, right?
"Do you still want the dustpan?" A small head was probed outside the courtyard wall, and with timid eyes, he stared at the dustpan that was missing a corner in Chen Feng's hand.
"Little Sister Yan?" Chen Feng yelled softly, almost revealing his mouth.
The little girl in front of me, about ten years old, with coarse braids and tying her hair with a raised pigskin rope, is wearing a shabby patch and a Baijia clothing with gray and black as the main tone.
She has a sallow complexion, slightly sunken cheeks, thin body, and looks a little malnourished, but her eyes are very clear. If she can keep up with her nutrition, she will dress up again. She is a pure and pleasant girl next door.
"Uncle knows me?" Yan Xiaomei looked at Chen Feng's eyes timidly, cautiously with curiosity.
"For...Is it." Chen Feng thought for a while, and added: "I know your father."
"Uncle is also from the Caravan?" Little Sister Yan's eyes lit up, huh, she turned around and ran to her yard, yelling, "Mother, mother, I asked, she is also from the Caravan. You still know my dad."
No one was seen in the courtyard, only the sound was heard, "The ghost girl who is horrified to death, what do you shout, don't you be ashamed, mother didn't ask you to inquire about others."
Chen Feng carried the dustpan, turned back to the house, and picked some small items that were not available for the time being but needed to be bought, such as wooden combs, clay pots, cups, thread ends, and half a thin quilt.
Thinking about it, Chen Feng used scissors to cut out a few holes in the thin sheet and rubbed it into a wrinkle. Then he stuffed the dustpan into the dustpan again.
Chen Feng returned to the original place, waiting left and right for Miss Yan to come, so he had to put the dustpan back in the house to continue tidying up.
The sky is getting dark, and there is a dazzling smoke rising from the alley in front of the rain.
The lights of Wanjia are sparsely lit, and they light up slowly. It is not dark enough to touch the door. Many people don't light the lights, which saves money.
Chen Feng was busy for a while, and there was a place to live under the secret road, so let's talk about it later.
However, there must be a ceremony, which is to burn the stove to worship the stove king. This is a custom left over from a previous life.
Whenever you move, you must have this stove burning ceremony.
Chen Feng lit the straw, floated a few times in the stove, and worshipped all over the stove. Then, the fire was extinguished, and the stove hole was used to extinguish the sparks.
"Uncle, are you at home?" Little Sister Yan's voice sounded outside the courtyard, and Chen Feng responded "Eh, eh, where am I" and ran out to open the door.
Open the door and look at it. The entrance is one big and one small.
The younger one is Yan Xiaomei, and the big one is the thin and thin boss Yan.
Boss Yan is thirteen or fourteen years old, and there are openings made by the wind and frost on his face.
He wore an out-of-season short jacket, his pants were several sizes smaller, his ankles were exposed, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet were much shabby than the ripped cloth shoes worn by his sister.
He looked reluctant, holding a bowl in his hand, and looking at Chen Feng with complaining and defensive eyes.
"Hey, my mother said, neighbors and folks, congratulations on your housewarming. This is a gift for you." Boss Yan stretched out the bowl in his hand and slightly retracted his hand, looking a little heartbroken.
The small black petals in the bowl do not pull a few, and I don't know what it is.
"This is Sophora japonica, dried in the sun. You can drink it with water, or cook porridge. It's sweet." Yan Xiaomei hid half of her body behind her elder brother, and explained with a probe in the corner of his clothes.
"Oh, thank you then." Chen Feng stretched out his hand to pick it up, feeling the strength in Boss Yan's hand, and found that he was unhappy, his mouth pouted.
This child has a reluctant face, but has to give up, saying something against his will, "Remember, if you put too much **** at a time, otherwise you will suffer."
The face of this two-sided sword is the same as the expression of Uncle Five who is heartbroken but pretends not to care.
It's a real hammer, uncle, this is your son who hasn't run away.
"You are waiting." Chen Feng accepted the gift, thinking about the things in the dustpan he had prepared, and turned back to the house and took it to the two children.
"It can't be taken, it's too expensive." Seeing the things in the dustpan, especially the thin quilt that was deliberately worn by Chen Feng, Boss Yan took his sister and waved his hand back.
Little sister Yan also kept shook her head, muttering, "Don't don't."
Here they insisted on giving it away, but the other side refused, pushed around, and the dustpan dropped to the ground in bits and pieces as soon as the dustpan was let go.
"Oh, you two dead children, don't you want to apologize soon." Qin Shufen, who stopped in the dark to pay attention to the movement here, rushed from under the big locust tree, his calf was so fast, not to mention how fast it was.
Qin Shufen looks mediocre, with traces of time on her face. It is not black, but she can't talk about her face being white and ruddy, her fingers thick, her palms with calluses, she looks like a housewife who is accustomed to a lot of farm work.
She rushed over, first glared at the two children, then turned around to smile at Chen Fengdian, squatted down to pick up things, "Children's family, I'm used to it, don't care, I'll pick it up. "
Chen Feng said that it was okay, so he squatted down and picked it up by himself. The two children also helped. After squatting down, they talked a lot.
It turns out that Uncle No. 5 is called Yan Ziwang, um, it's very modern.
A pair of sons and daughters, the eldest son is Yan Mubai and the younger daughter is Yan Wenji. Chen Feng wonders if Uncle No. 5 has taken the level of this name.
"Uncle Chen, heard from the second sister, do you know the head of the house?"
Oh, no wonder we sent two little guys to give gifts. The relationship is to build a good relationship and to inquire about the husband.
Also, a housewife who has no man in a feudal society, if there is no excuse, she would take the liberty to talk to a stranger's house, and the neighbour's saliva would be an arrow.
Qin Shufen saw that the child was in trouble, and she was even more arrogant. Not to mention, she was a little clever.
"Well, not only do I know it, but I'm quite familiar. I almost forgot to say it. Look at my mind. This is the four taels of silver and family letters that my uncle asked me to bring back."
You guys may have to ask, isn’t Mingchao a big head? Why are there only four taels of silver?
The silver itself is only two and two, this is still added to Chen Feng's local master's Yang salary.
Ming banknotes are even worse. They can be circulated in the Soul Town Division, but they can be converted into silver and can be used in the world bank of the Life and Death Market. You have to give this Ming banknotes to Qin Shufen. People can't jump up and scratch your face. Ah, this is a dead person in Shuren's house.
Qin Shufen couldn't wait to take the family letter, staring at the silver, hesitating, winked secretly and instructed Yan Mubai to take it.
Huh, still embarrassed?
Chen Feng threw the silver to the twisted Yan Mubai, and greeted the more twisted Qin Shufen.
Qin Shufen opened the letter and fumbled for a long time. The tears in his eyes were rolling, and he said, "You are horrified, you can get it outside. Come with a family letter, it will be fine if you come back."
"Mother, mother, show me." Yan Wenji craned her neck and stretched out to Qin Shufen's hand happily.
Qin Shufen took it into his arms and cursed: "You are illiterate, you are so big, let Uncle Chen read it."
Chen Feng took a look and felt strange.