?February 11, 1979, Lantern Festival, avoid marrying and making a stove, but should receive wealth and enter the house.
Because the furnishings in the mansion were too extravagant, Song Fengchen and the two of them had no plans to make a fuss, whether it was to avoid talking or just being troublesome. Needless to say, the old men of Zheng Dehui, together with Cheng Hanfei and Xu Shujian's young and old friends, they only set up three tables.
Even so, the house was still full of excitement for a day.
In the evening, the guests dispersed.
Thinking of living in the house for nearly a year, less than 60 square meters, which was full of sundries, and looking at the mansion with an area of ??more than 1,500 square meters, Song Fengchen couldn't bear it because of the environment. I can't help but open up.
"Where do you plan to put this potted flower?" Xu Shujian rolled up her sleeves, preparing to arrange everything on the ground.
Song Fengchen turned around, "Move to the balcony on the third floor first, and then transplant it to the vegetable field outside when you have time someday."
Before taking complete protection measures, he would not dare to plant this treasure outside.
"Yes." Xu Shujian agreed.
There are a lot of things moved from the hut, most of which are the pile of books and antiques in Xu Shujian's study room. Xu Shujian has to organize these, and Song Fengchen can't get involved.
It was easy to pack up the rest of the things. More than 30 bottles of various wines were sent to the wine cellar for preservation. Some precious food and medicinal materials, such as sea cucumber, abalone, isinglass, saffron, bird's nest, dendrobium, gastrodia elata, etc., were all thrown into the special storage room by him.
There are also some miscellaneous things, such as cigarettes, cigars, tea leaves, etc. Song Fengchen thought about it and planned to stuff them all into the drawer of the bedroom cabinet, so that they can be easily used in the future. It's just that I didn't expect that none of the three drawers could hold these things, so I had to separate them and put some in various places.
In addition, there is the set of rosewood furniture in the original hut. Of course, it is impossible for Song Fengchen to leave them in the hut. After all, after the two of them didn't live together, Xu Shidao planned to rent out the hut.
Song Fengchen thought, anyway, those furniture were the first batch he made. At that time, his craftsmanship was not very familiar, and the finished products were naturally not very good. Unlike now, he can carve some simple furniture on the stool. tricks.
But no matter what, they are all made of wood with a size of several thousand yuan. He is a little reluctant to just throw these furniture in the utility room to eat ashes.
Just when he was thinking about how to deal with these old furniture better, Song Fengchen's peripheral vision fell on a pile of cultural objects and antiques in front of Xu Shujian. How many boxes can I make for you?"
Waste utilization, just right.
"Okay." Xu Shujian naturally replied.
As soon as the Lantern Festival is over, it will be the start of school at Capital University, and life will return to normal. Xu Shujian's birthday is less than one and a half months away. Song Fengchen is thinking about the ancient ink prescription of "Baohan Ningxiang". Cheng Hanfei helped find a master who could make ink, and started running to the ink factory every now and then.
The hard work paid off, and after a month, Song Fengchen finally learned a lot about ink-making techniques.
?Because the ink he made for the first time got a moderate evaluation from the master craftsman, Song Fengchen was in a really good mood that day, and then he ran into an acquaintance at the door of his house.
"Miss Du?"
Could it be Du Baoli who was regarded as a geomantic treasure by her husband's family at the beginning, and who was also the object of his father-in-law Xu Shidao's crush.
It is said that Xu Shidao is having a hot fight with Du Baoli recently, and the Xu family's happy event is imminent.
"What are you?"
Facing her fianc¨¦'s son-in-law, Du Baoli was shy for a moment, but when she remembered her purpose of coming here, she instantly straightened her body, her brows were full of worry: "I'm here to see you, Master Song!" .¡±
Hearing the title 'Master Song', Song Fengchen knew it in his heart, "Let's go into the room and talk."
Holding the water glass, Du Baoli only said: "The accident happened to my uncle's cousin. She has been married for seven or eight years and has never been able to conceive a child Fortunately, her husband is open-minded and never made things difficult for her! "
These words sound a bit familiar. At the beginning, Du Baoli was also infertile, which was in line with the Lu family's fate, and then was hired by the Lu family to be a daughter-in-law. Lu Jiaming didn't mind that Du Baoli couldn't bear children for Lu Gongzhi, which made Du Baoli very grateful. Secretly, he only regards her as a feng shui treasure, and when life and death are at stake, he pushes her out to ward off disasters without hesitation.
"But her mother-in-law?? is a good friend, and every once in a while, she would get her some folk remedies and tonics for a child, which made her miserable, but she didn't even have the qualifications to refuse. "
"At the beginning of last year, her mother-in-law got her a bottle of dark, fishy-smelling pills from somewhere, and forced her to take one every day. As a result, two months later, she Really conceived a baby."
"This was originally a good thing. I didn't expect my cousin to have a difficult labor when she gave birth and passed out in the delivery room. Fortunately, the doctor made a decisive decision and cut the baby out, saving the lives of the two mothers."
Song Fengchen looked at her, isn't this a happy thing for everyone?
Du Baoli frowns: "The key is that the baby has been born for almost a week now, and my cousin still hasn't woken up. Although the doctor said that there have been such cases before, I still feel that something is not right."
Once bitten, twice shy.
Ever since Song Fengchen exposed the Lu family's tricks, she couldn't help but think about the evil ways whenever she saw a little bit of unreasonable things, especially when her cousin and her experiences were similar. Under the premise.
Song Fengchen can understand her mood, whether it's for Xu Shidao's face or the intention to do good things. He thought, since he is free now, it's okay to go and have a look, so he said, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look with you."
Du Baoli stood up immediately, and said excitedly: "Then I will leave it to Master Song."
Du Baoli's cousin's surname is Chen, and her full name is Chen Yinian. Chen Yinian's husband's family name is Gu, and the head of the Gu family, Gu Weimin, is the current mayor of Beijing City. Gu Weimin has only one son, Chen Yinian's husband, Gu Qifeng.
Gu Qifeng is currently working in the Ministry of Civil Affairs/Administration, but at the age of 30, he is already a national cadre at the thirteenth level, with a bright future.
Du Baoli took Song Fengchen directly to the hospital. As soon as he entered the ward, a strong sense of death came over his face.
"Baoli?" Seeing the person coming, Gu Qifeng was a little puzzled. Didn't Du Baoli just come here in the morning?
Du Baoli closed the door directly, looked up at the haggard Gu Qifeng, and tried to keep calm: "Brother-in-law, I brought a master over to show my cousin."
Before the conclusion was reached, in her opinion, anyone could be the murderer of her cousin, especially Gu Qifeng, who was the most suspected.
After all, Lu Gongzhi taught her a lesson before, so she couldn't let her not think too much.
"Master?" Gu Qifeng frowned slightly, he has never been too cold about these weird things. Just thinking of some well-organized topics that have been circulated in the circle recently, and seeing his wife who was dying on the hospital bed and had been given a death notice by the doctor, he was a little moved for a moment.
Gu Qifeng looked hesitantly at Song Fengchen beside Du Baoli: "I don't know, what is the name of this master?"
"Song Fengchen."
The name sounds familiar.
Gu Qifeng tried hard to recall, and suddenly his eyes lit up, isn't he the protagonist of those topics circulating in the circle?
Gu Qifeng swept away the hesitation on his face, and he also had the thought of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and he hurriedly said: "It turns out that it is Master Song¡ª¡ª"
Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait: "Then you see my wife?"
Gu Qifeng's worried expression did not seem to be fake, Song Fengchen thought about it, he walked to the hospital bed, and with just one glance, he saw the reason why Chen Yinian was unconscious.
"She lost her soul."
"What?"
Gu Qifeng's expression was shocked.
Du Baoli looked like she really did.
"If you're right, she should be the soul that was lost on the day of giving birth." Song Fengchen asked as if remembering something, "Is today the day since she gave birth?"
"The first and seventh days." Gu Qifeng replied.
Song Fengchen didn't care about thinking too much, and just said: "Her soul must be retrieved immediately, otherwise, once the first seven passes, the vitality of the body will be cut off, and she will not be able to come back."
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Regarding Du Baoli's age, she was around twenty-seven or eighty-eight. According to Xu Shidao, she was in her early forties. After all, men and women got married early at that time. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com