Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 540
Fei Qianren sat on the beard stool, combing his drying hair with the little ink fountain.It turned out that Huang Yueying was eager to try, so she snatched the comb from Xiao Mo Dou and had to do it herself, but she didn't use the right strength. Every time she combed, she basically pulled Fei Qian's scalp, and even a few strands of her hair were pulled down, which was painful. De Feiqian hurriedly called to stop, and if he combed it further, he would probably become bald...

Don't look at the yellow-haired girl, I guess she didn't miss a piece of equipment in the backyard. Her strength is much stronger than that of ordinary girls, but she has basically never done this delicate work of serving people, and she doesn't care about the weight in her hands.

Seeing that Huang Yueying seemed to be hit and stood pitifully aside, Fei Qian smiled, and asked some questions about making crossbows. As expected, Huang Yueying immediately forgot that she was not good at combs, and began to talk about it What kind of wood should be selected for this crossbow, several times of processing, what kind of paint and glue should be applied, and what kind of processing needs to be done before it can be combined with the bronze components.

Fei Qian nodded cooperatively, but in fact his mind was already on other things.

The Huang family held this promotion banquet, although it was said that it was in the name of Fei Qian being promoted to an official rank higher than two thousand stones, but in fact it was more to stabilize Huang's position in Jingxiang, especially when the Cai family had already There was a time when Cai Mao and others held important positions under Liu Biao.

Although the three families of Pang, Huang, and Cai have many relationships such as marriages, if one of them has been in a low position for a long time without some young outstanding talents emerging, then this family will be slowly marginalized. Until the original circle is launched.

Pang family, as long as Pang Shanmin and Pang Shiyuan don't die, basically there is no problem in maintaining a prosperous reputation for at least one or two generations, while Huang family, after Huang Chengyan, seems to have no successors, and it used to be Huang Chengyan's biggest heart disease , but now, Fei Qian made up for half of Huang's shortcomings in this area.

Because after all, he is still a son-in-law.

But no matter what, from now on, no one in the Huang family, big or small, would dare to jump out to question Huang Chengyan's words and deeds, and from another aspect, it also maintained Huang's reputation in Jingxiang.

Fame is very interesting. Personal fame can often control public opinion and the right to speak, and family fame can often control the distribution and control of local interests.

As for the interpretation and writing of Confucian classics, etc., it is the commanding height of higher-level theory and morality, which belongs to the struggle between ideologies. With this commanding height, the gentry dare to call themselves a family...

The aristocratic family, the relationship is intricate, like a huge spider web, covering the entire Han Dynasty, and now, whether it is for myself or for the Huang family, there is still a little distance from the word "family", It just occupies a small position, not to mention that there are not many relatives around me, except for people like Huang, there are not many people from the Fei family who can use it...

The ones who really follow him are like family members, but only Uncle Fu.

"By the way, how is Uncle Fu doing now?" Fei Qian asked.Uncle Fu is not used to living in the Huangjia Yinyuan, so he must be under the deer mountain now...

"Ah... this..." Huang Yueying was stunned for a moment.

The movements of the little ink fountain behind him also slowly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fei Qian's heart sank suddenly.

Huang Yueying stretched her neck, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and said with a sip, "...Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu... passed away... ten days ago..."

Fei Qian stood up abruptly, causing the little ink fountain who was holding Fei Qian's hair to almost fall down.

Fei Qian could hardly believe his ears...

Uncle Fu, just be so quiet...

gone?

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the old man kneeling beside the bed trembling with excitement, wiping his tears and thanking God at the same time...

That old man who hurried forward to help me when I was wearing the wrong clothes, explaining in a low voice while still looking at my face, for fear that I would get angry because of it...

The old man who stood by the kitchen in fear when I shouted to be a first-class gourmet, worried and couldn't bear to see my dreams shattered...

That old man who treats me like a baby, holding it in his hand for fear of breaking it, and even some of my inconspicuous little inventions and small improvements, will think it is a shocking old man...

When I was always a child, I was always worried that I would not have enough to eat, and I would not wear warm clothes. I always felt that I seemed to be thinner again, but I never knew that I was getting thinner and getting older...

Fei Qian turned his back and raised his head, because of this, the tears in his eyes would not gush out.

Huang Yueying moved a few steps, stood behind Fei Qian, timidly grabbed the corner of Fei Qian's clothes, put her little head on Fei Qian's back, and whispered incoherently, "I...I I don't know... Some time ago, you sent a letter... I went to Lushan to read it to Uncle Fu personally, and Uncle Fu was still fine at that time..."

Fei Qian held back the soreness in his nose and said, "...What did he say at that time, Uncle Fu?"

Huang Yueying said in a low voice: "Uncle Fu asked you how you ate... how you dressed... and then said that you had tidied up some clothes. The weather is getting colder, so I asked me to send them to you..."

After all, Fei Qian couldn't hold it back, tears dripped down his cheeks.

This is Uncle Fu, an Uncle Fu who regards Fei Qian as more important than anything else, an Uncle Fu who never talks about himself, asks questions, and is all about Fei Qian!
Uncle Fu...

I never thought that the last time I left Jingxiang, it became a farewell.

Fei Qian burst into tears.

That rough, calloused, thick and warm hand, now, can never be held...

The kind and kind person who was lonely, but forced to smile, is now gone forever...

"Old Uncle Fu...how...how did he get away?" Fei Qian's voice was choked and trembling.

Huang Yueying also cried while saying: "... Uncle Fu, I heard Shi Yuan say... I woke up in the morning, I didn't see it, and then I went to find... It turned out that... Shi Yuan said, old Uncle Fu Walking peacefully..."

After Huang Yueying finished speaking, she stuck her head on Fei Qian's back and burst into tears: "...why, Uncle Fu, and mother too...why do they all go... woo, why... woo, mother..."

Fei Qian was speechless, looking up at the sky.

The bleak autumn wind whizzes from afar, pushes the clouds to roll and shuffle, blows the tears on Fei Qian's face, and also tore off the residual leaves on the treetops, falling into the dust one by one...

　May the parents of the world be healthy...

　　Those who are away, haven't called home this week, so I'll make one later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)