The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 444

The typhoon in Yizhou was not as big as that in Yanhai, and the damage caused was not much. The house was built solidly from the beginning, and Uncle Gong handled it well, so there was no damage to the house.

After seeing it, Feng Huaying was greatly relieved, and awarded a sum of money to Uncle Gong to distribute it.

"This is what we should do, there is no need to do this." Uncle Gong declined.

Feng Huaying resolutely pushed Uncle Gong's hand back: "Take it, you have helped me so much when I was away, even if you just take it, I will count on you to help me more in the future."

"That's fine, I won't meet with you anymore, those boys will be so happy when they see this money, don't forget to find us if you have a job in the future."

The house was fine, and Feng Huaying let go of his worries, but he still remembered the gloomy things in his heart, so he didn't stay there too long, and hurried back at three or four in the afternoon.

She attaches great importance to how to deal with and use the dark wood, the amount is not small, and she can't handle it alone, and she is even more afraid of making a mistake, so she must find a trustworthy person to help, and she is the most important among them. The one who can be trusted does not belong to the master.

So if you want to find someone to help, the master must be one, so after finishing the matter of Donghuang Mountain, I went directly to Liao's house when I went back.

As for the matter of her daughter and Feng Huaying, she really didn't pay attention.

"Master, do me a favor..."

Feng Huaying didn't hesitate, and said directly when he came up, Liao Mingyuan didn't refuse, and his whole body was full of youthful vigor.

As for the gloomy wood, the ancient dignitaries may not have it, and those who have some status may have one or two pieces. He has only seen some old objects in half his life, and people he knows who have not been carved. Pan Hongqi was the only one among them, and he was greedy every time.

Now it's all right, the apprentice got so much at once, the excited Liao Mingyuan blushed violently, and the frightened Feng Huaying thought that the master was going to go over: "Master, calm down, don't get excited."

Liao Mingyuan held Feng Huaying's hand and looked at her firmly: "You can get one or two from your master, and you don't want it for nothing, just at the market price."

One or two at a time, Feng Huaying's heart aches, this gloomy wood is gone, it is gone, and I may not be able to meet again in this life.

Liao Mingyuan bluffed, and looked at Feng Huaying halefully: "Why, you are not willing?"

Under the naked accusation that if you dare not to give, you will be unfilial, Feng Huaying can say nothing, but agrees like cutting flesh: "How come, apprentices should pay their share of filial piety to their masters, how can they be bought with money."

Liao Mingyuan snorted coldly, with a smug expression on his face, but he had his own insistence on whether to spend money, no matter what Feng Huaying said, it was useless.

Without giving Feng Huaying a chance to refute, she went to Ji's house non-stop, wanting to see the whole gloomy tree.

Ji's mother was knitting sweaters in the yard, but she was absent-minded. She often looked up at the pile of wood, and then lowered her head to continue knitting when she saw that there was nothing wrong.

When Liao Mingyuan and Feng Huaying came back, she beckoned people to go in, but Liao Mingyuan waved his hand: "No, no, you can do your work. I'll take a look at Yin Shenmu."

Looking at the gloomy trees all over the yard, Liao Mingyuan was like a child seeing his favorite toy: "Now I'm going to be greedy for that old Pan Hongqi, hehe."

He was very glad that he didn't let go of his work during the two years of leisure, otherwise he could only watch with the gloomy wood in his hand now.

The jovial Liao Mingyuan couldn't even take care of his favorite disciples and grandchildren: "You play your game, the master has something to do, so I won't play with you."

Ji Zeying and the others don't understand what's so good about ugly black wood. You don't like to play with us, and we don't like to play with you.

But in the end, I couldn't help my curiosity. Just as I wanted to touch the dark wood, Feng Huaying grabbed my daughter's hand and said, "Don't touch these woods. If you lose a piece, I will beat you."

Among the small ones, the one with the strongest strength is the daughter, and the one with the most destructive power is also her. Usually, she would often ask her for some wood to play with, and the precious wood lobular red sandalwood would tell her in advance not to move. This time was no exception, and even more so. nervous.

Ji Zeying said angrily, "If there's something great, don't touch it if you don't touch it."

Withdrawing her hand, Ji Zeying took the two younger brothers and ran away.

I wanted to tell my mother about that annoying aunt looking for her, but now I won't tell you.

So Feng Huaying didn't know about Feng Huamei's private contact with her daughter.

On Saturday, Feng Huamei waited at the back door again, but she still didn't find anyone. She was so angry that she waited at the door of her house, and finally she was caught, and she went up to question her.

Ji Zeying innocently said: "I didn't find a chance, my mother has been watching, I dare not."

"Isn't it okay to let your brother lure your mother away? Do you still want money?" Feng Huamei wanted to hit someone violently.

"No, Master is here too, so I can't leave."

"Then when can you get it out?"

"I don't know either. Come and see tomorrow, maybe my mother will go out tomorrow?"

So Feng Huamei went again the next day, but she still couldn't wait for anyone, but she was not reconciled to letting her give up like this. As long as she got something, it would be the day when Feng Huamei turned around.

But unfortunately, Feng Huaying was at home for several days. Although the house was not left behind, she took all the things home and made them.

Although the gloomy wood doesn't need to be spent on it all day, the wood is fished out of the water, so it needs to be handled carefully and moved from time to time. She is the only one who can do this at home.

So Feng Huamei waited for many days in vain, waiting every day full of joy, and then returned disappointed and angry.

"What the hell is your mother doing at home?" Feng Huamei rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "Did your mother bring something good back home?"

"I don't know." Of course Ji Zeying knew, because she and her mother were angry for a while because of this, but why did she tell her?
"I don't know..." Feng Huamei couldn't help her temper: "Why don't you know anything, what else do you know?"

Ji Zeying's face changed: "Why are you talking like that, I won't help you anymore."

The very angry Ji Zeying turned her head and left, Feng Huamei hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go, it's my aunt's fault..."

No matter how coaxed it was, it was finally enough to coax her by taking out ten yuan, and reluctantly agreed to her: "Okay, come back tomorrow, and I will take it out for you if I have a chance."

"I don't know what's so good about that broken teapot. Auntie, you must have it. Just buy one yourself."

Feng Huamei was surprised: "Isn't this the case that I have never encountered that kind of shape? Your mother has been very busy recently, so just trouble us to be good."

Ji Zeying seemed to believe her words, and the two separated.

In private, Feng Huamei often cursed Ji Zeying and Feng Huaying.

"Do you stay at home every day and give birth to maggots? Ji Weihe doesn't even want to divorce this kind of lazy woman. She's a fool to die for having a daughter. She can't handle even a little thing well."

At the same time, when she called others stupid, Ji Zeying, who was innocent in front of her, also looked disdainful: "Idiot."

Turning around, he took the money and took his younger brothers to the store: "Let's go, I'll buy you delicious food."

"Sister, where did you get so much money? Why do you have so much pocket money?" Ji Zejun pinched the [-] cents in his pocket, feeling very dissatisfied.

Ji Zeying pressed his younger brother's head: "Some eat and talk so much, but fools don't want to send them to your door for nothing."

Ji Zecheng was thoughtful, and the moment he looked at his sister, the two reached a certain kind of unity.

(End of this chapter)