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"So, you just found yourself a grandfather?" The corner of Xu Shujian's mouth twitched.
"Yes!" Song Fengchen shrugged and sighed.
"I didn't even know you were so easy to talk to." Xu Shujian blinked, her face full of contempt.
"It's just that everyone gets what they need." Song Fengchen stopped adding firewood to the charcoal kiln, straightened his waist, and concluded.
"Hey." Xu Shujian was slightly taken aback.
"He is wholeheartedly planning for his son. Although he is suspected of buying and selling by force, but from his point of view, his father's love is as strong as a mountain, and his heart can be expressed. His strength is above mine, and I have to thank him for being a decent man. The revenge of killing a son is not shared, otherwise it will be aimed at me for killing his son, if he intends to kill me, it is not difficult." Song Fengchen is quite open.
"As for me, I might covet his family's power." Song Fengchen said frankly.
? Even if Cai Jinming became his father in name, how much blessing can he receive from him?
On the contrary, with the platform of the Cai family, he can do a lot more things. At least he doesn't have to run all over the world in order to expand his network. .
What's more, no matter how you look at this deal, he took advantage of it.
It's not too early to be profitable, but that's it.
To put it bluntly, Song Fengchen is just an ordinary person among all living beings in the world.
Having said that, he turned his head to look at Xu Shujian, and smiled lightly: "What do you think of the name Changning Guan Shao Guanzhu?"
He is more worthy of your Mr. Xu's family than a country boy with all kinds of bad deeds.
Xu Shujian always felt that there was something in Song Fengchen's words, but before he could figure it out, the other party had already looked away.
Song Fengchen patted the dust on his hands, and said: "Okay, this charcoal kiln has been finished, and it should be ready in the morning of the day after tomorrow at the latest, and then we'll come back to get charcoal."
His thoughts were interrupted, Xu Shujian came back to his senses, just as it was getting dark, he nodded: "Okay, then let's go back first!"
As he spoke, he picked up two bamboo baskets on the ground and handed one of them to Song Fengchen.
Song Fengchen took the bamboo basket with one hand, sent it to his back, and held Xu Shujian's hand with the other hand.
Xu Shujian has long been used to Song Fengchen's various intimate movements, so he naturally held Song Fengchen's hand back, stepped forward and walked side by side with him.
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a layer of light on the two of them, as if they were telling something elusive but natural.
The time was drawn to the end of January 1978. At this time, in Dongxian County, the dry winter wind was blowing. Because of its special geographical location, the temperature is relatively high during the day, and when the sun is out, it is enough to wear a thin coat. But at night, it is normal for the temperature to suddenly drop to a few degrees below zero, and thick quilts have become standard equipment.
Fortunately, Song Fengchen had fired thousands of catties of charcoal in advance. This winter, the small life in the cowshed was quite leisurely, and even Xu Shujian's stomach softened.
This was discovered when Song Fengchen came to say goodbye to Xu Shujian and hugged each other.
According to the agreement between him and the old Taoist, he must arrive at Changning Temple before the new year's day. On the first day of the new year, the old Taoist will arrange for him to enter the Cai family ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, and write his name into the genealogy by the way, which is regarded as his identity Have a clear road.
After the new year, Song Fengchen packed up his luggage and officially embarked on the journey north.
According to the address given by the old Taoist, he changed transportation all the way, and finally arrived at a small town at the foot of Yanshan Mountain on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
But when he got to the place, Song Fengchen knocked on the door for a long time, until finally the neighbors couldn't help yelling, and the person who picked him up as the old man said didn't open the door for him.
Song Fengchen calmed down, he put down his hands, and probed around with his consciousness.
There is no one in the yard.
He frowned slightly, the old man was unlikely to lie to him
Thinking of this, Song Fengchen rubbed his temples and ran all the way. The physical and mental exhaustion already made him depressed, and it was already late at night, so he couldn't afford to think about it anymore. He just wanted to find a place to rest first. one two.
It's just that the guest house in the town has already closed at this time.
Song Fengchen frowned, and at this moment, a strange sound came from not far away, as if someone was reciting a spell.
Song Fengchen's expression vibrated slightly, and he followed the sound and walked forward.
In a small courtyard on the edge of the town, the three-story small western-style building is brightly lit.
&nbnbsp; "Stop it," the old woman said bitterly, she calmed down, "How much more do you want?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and stretched out a finger.
"Okay." The old woman gritted her teeth: "This is the second time. If you still dare to make an inch, even if you risk my life, I will not let you go."
The middle-aged Taoist made a gesture of surrender, grinning and said: "Don't worry, old lady, I still understand the truth that things are only three things. I promise to leave here immediately after taking this money, and I won't pester you any more, otherwise I will be hit by five thunders." , not to die."
The old woman's straightened spine instantly relaxed a little.
The middle-aged Taoist immediately rubbed his fingers, licked his face and said, "Then, old lady, do you see?"
The old lady said with a straight face: "Wait."
After a while, the old woman turned around and came back, and threw a thicker stack of big unions to the middle-aged Taoist priest, "Remember what you said."
The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't even count, so he put the money into his arms directly, "Don't worry, old lady, I will ask Mr. He to resign early tomorrow morning, and I promise that I will never appear in front of you again in this life."
"hope so."
As soon as the voice fell, the footsteps sounded again, and then gradually weakened until they disappeared completely.
Song Fengchen in the toilet had black lines on his face, he obviously just wanted to find a place to sleep well.
Conan's physique is almost like this.
It's just this matter, does he care or not?
Forget it, once the matter is exposed, there is no guarantee that the He family will not fall apart.
Never mind, he has a bad conscience.
With such thoughts in mind, Song Fengchen, who returned to his room, didn't sleep well in the middle of the night.
Early the next morning, when Song Fengchen came down from upstairs, He Wei was sitting in a wheelchair reading the newspaper. He looked in good spirits and had a ruddy complexion. He didn't look like someone recovering from a serious illness at all.
No matter what, you have to take care of it!
Leaving aside the other things for the time being, Song Fengchen thought he couldn't do such a thing as covering up a murderer.
After sorting out his thoughts, Song Fengchen walked towards Hewei.
At this moment, He Wei covered his mouth and coughed violently twice, followed by a pale face.
All I saw was that he reached out tremblingly and grabbed the white porcelain bottle on the table beside him, poured a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
Smelling a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine diffused in the air, Song Fengchen's nose twitched and his complexion changed slightly.
He Wei looked up at Song Fengchen who was walking in front of him: "Song, Daoist Song?"
He remembered that He Zhengming called him that way yesterday.
Song Fengchen cupped his hands and bowed: "Mr. He."
His eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in He Wei's hand, and he said, "I wonder if the old man can let me take a look at this thing."
He Wei fixed his eyes on him, recalling the way Song Fengchen looked at him and frowned suddenly last night, he understood, and nodded: "President Dao, please go ahead."
Song Fengchen took the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, crushed it, put it under his nose and sniffed it.
Sure enough.
He looked at He Wei, "Mr. He, do you know what this thing is?"
Why didn't you speak.
Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "It's opium."
He paused, and then told He Wei what he heard last night.
"I see."
After a moment of distraction, He Wei suddenly smiled, and praised sincerely: "Only she can think of such a thorough plan."
Song Fengchen was taken aback.
The development of things seems to be different from what he imagined.
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