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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 283 Flirting

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    After thanking his old servant and his family, Fang Bingsheng walked towards the wooden building he rented with his wine in hand.

    Turning around the crooked courtyard wall of Zhou Hengfu's house, there is a row of crooked wooden buildings nearly a hundred meters long. It is a British real estate. In order to utilize the land, it was built on a small river beach, so the bottom floor  A platform is supported by rotten wood. You can walk up to the four or five wooden steps that have become soft and decayed before you can reach the living quarters on the platform. There are just wooden boards and reed mats, scrawledly built like a naughty boy building blocks.  When the wooden houses came out, the entire row of wooden buildings were shoddily built. They looked like a group of drunkards who were forced to stand in a row by an officer, trying not to stagger and collapse into a ball of mud.

    Behind this row of wooden buildings is another row of the same wooden buildings. The distance between the two rows of buildings is very narrow. The bamboo poles stretched out to dry clothes can be easily set up from the window sill of the house on the opposite doorpost. Under the bamboo poles is a half-dry  The small river channel has become a toilet and sewer where residents on both sides discharge garbage. It is full of black sesame paste-like smelly stuff, and even rats will not feed in it.

    This is the dry season. If there is a heavy rain, the river will be resurrected. However, the goddess who nurtured the frogs in the wilderness in the past has died long ago. What is resurrected is a zombie, and the rotten skin is the garbage floating on the river.  , the stinky abscess is the smell of the river water;

    ¡°And at that time, the black and smelly water will overflow the riverbed under the platform and reach half of the wooden ladder. Residents have to wade through the black water to get out of their accommodation.

    When Fang Bingsheng walked up the wooden steps, he lifted his robe and walked lightly because he was afraid that he would step through the wooden board.  Being stuck in this wooden ladder, "I have to pick up a few pieces of strong wood to replace it. It can't always be like this." He muttered and got on the platform made of wooden boards, removed a board blocking the road and put it aside.  , a hole was exposed, and he bent down and got in through the "door hole". This was the front door of his home.

    There is nothing in the house, just translucent walls and an empty floor full of holes. The south door is the main door.  On the north wall there is a square wall panel with a bamboo frame and a reed mat as the lining.  That's the back door; there are no windows, because this place with air leakage does not need ventilation; opening another hole will only make the residents who are suffering from petty thieves more miserable.

    Because there is a lot of rain in the south, it rains.  Residents who have not built a shed can only live and cook on the platform or even in the house.  The building that Fang Bingsheng took over to rent was old.  So the whole house is darkened, which is of course beneficial. When you are cooking and the wind direction is suitable, you can observe the direction of the smoke above your head.  You can prepare for a rainy day and repair the leaking tiles and reed mats.

    The furniture is a wooden horizontal board with an oil lamp and a pile of matchboxes on it. Books, bowls and chopsticks are placed on the floor. It is a dining table and a desk where my son works overtime at night to study;

    Behind it is a shabby padded door-sized board with two large boards, which is where the couple sleeps;

    The roof beam above the head is half-covered, but this is not the ceiling that the Fang family was familiar with, but the so-called ceiling attic.

    A small ladder pokes into the middle of the room to set up a ceiling. At night, his son Fang Bowen has to climb from here to the "attic" to rest - in fact, he sleeps on the roof beams. Of course there is no bed there, but there are mats, mice and  If it leaks when it rains, of course you have to be careful when sleeping, otherwise it will fall into the room.

    But that¡¯s okay, this wooden building is so short that even if you fall down, it won¡¯t be a big deal: the soft floor will protect you, and if you break through the floor and fall under the wooden building, you will be covered with wet mud and garbage.

    In addition, it is a large vat. Because of the texture of the natural pottery and the owner who takes great care of it and wipes it every day, it seems to be the most magnificent and clean object in the house.

    In addition to the smell of garbage outside, there was also a pungent smell of oil smoke in the house. That was because there was a portrait of the Virgin Mary hanging on the wall next to the vat, and two oil lamps and a small mat were placed on the ground below.  , this is naturally the belief of the hostess; because it turns out that the Virgin Elephant at home is either gold or silver, when the house was ransacked by the railroad gang, no one could follow the poor family, and the hostess wasted many whale oil candles and  Incense.

    "I'm back! He/she has a big happy event today!" Fang Bingsheng walked into the house, put the wine bottle on the ground against the wall, and said through gritted teeth.

    His wife, a woman who had enjoyed wealth for thirty-five years and had never experienced hardship, was lying on the bed in coarse clothes. She did not talk to her. She only waved her hands to drive away mosquitoes to show that she had not turned into a dead person.

    After taking off his outer robe and hanging it on the wall, he kicked away a big rat that was secretly drinking vegetable oil from the memorial lamp. Fang Bingsheng didn't seem to expect his wife to respond. He pushed open the back door of the reed mat and stood behind the wooden building.  If someone comes out, let him go.

    It¡¯s still bright now, and there is a smelly garbage soup below him. Three meters across and to the right are neighbors. Some are collecting clothes, and some are collecting clothes.You bitch!  "

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    The wall of his wooden building was just a palm's width away from the wall of Zhou's tiled roof. A minute later, Ah Hui hurriedly entered the house. She had just killed a chicken outside, and she still had a kitchen knife stained with chicken blood and feathers in her hand.  , looked at Zhou Hengfu and his son who were sitting at the Little Eight Immortals table drinking tea, pointed at the east wall and whispered: "In the master's house, there is a clanging, clanging, and fighting started again."

    "Huh?" Zhou Hengfu listened with his ears pricked up, put down his teacup, and said, "Ah Hui, in addition to chicken soup, let's make more dishes later and steam more rice, otherwise I won't have anything to eat for dinner."

    Zhou Lizai, who heard the beating and scolding over there, also turned around, stood up, walked to Ah Hui, and said with a rogue smile: "Little madam, do you hear that? You need to be more agile with your hands and feet in the future, otherwise if dad  , uncle and I, if you don't serve us well, I'll beat you with a stick. I'm much stronger than the master."

    After that, he patted Ah Hui's butt and said with a smile: "Go back to work quickly. When the master's house calms down, you can give them the side dishes to go with the wine first. No, wait until it gets dark before going, because you won't be able to see clearly.  My wife¡¯s face is so nice to me.¡±

    Seeing the young couple flirting, Zhou Hengfu couldn't stop laughing.

    In those days, threatening to beat a fianc¨¦e who was not married was considered flirting.

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    Over there, Fang Bingsheng was getting excited about fighting, when he heard someone shouting loudly outside:

    "Mr. Fang, are you at home? Mr. Fang?"

    Fang Bingsheng threw away his bruised and swollen wife, just like a kidnapper who heard the noise, instead of looking out of the doorway, he scurried into the shadows beside the door like a cat and peeked out from the cracks in the wooden wall.

    I saw two people in long robes standing in the open space in front of my wooden building, one old and one young. The old one looked about forty years old, wearing a pair of round myopia glasses, a long robe, a mandarin jacket, and leather shoes;  He looked twenty years old and had never seen him before. He still had pigtails. He was holding a stack of papers in his arms and holding a paper bag in his hand. He looked like an apprentice.

    After seeing who it was, Fang Bingsheng scurried back to the middle of the room like a leopard, wetted his hand in the residual water in the tank, combed his hair with wet hands, wiped his face, and then pulled his wife who was getting up.  He got up and whispered: "The money boss of the bookstore is here, looking for me. Go outside the back door and wait for us to finish talking before coming in! Don't show your face to me! Remember? Get out of here!"

    Outside the wooden building, Qian Jinyi heard that the sound of beatings and scolding in the building had stopped. He smiled at each other and his apprentice, lowered his head and straightened his robe, and heard a warm greeting coming from the dark inside of the wooden building.  Voice:

    "Oops! Mr. Qian, are you here? Rare visitor, rare visitor, please come quickly! Please come quickly!"

    The apprentice raised his head and looked at it curiously, and saw a gentle middle-aged man emerging from the door of the wooden building. When he came out, he first cupped his fists in salute, with a graceful demeanor and a calm demeanor.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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