Chapter 231 Small Old House

The houses there are fairly tidy, but they are not as spacious and luxurious as those in Dongcheng, and they are still a bit old from a distance. Zhan Qingcheng groped to the small house according to the path he remembered, took out the key and opened it in front of the house. The two parts of the door worked together for a while, and then the door was opened, and a smell of dust rushed in. Zhan Qingcheng stood outside the door for a long time, and he entered the room only after the smell of dust in the room dissipated. , the house is very small, only as big as the small yard of Yunxiufang, with a back room, a living room, and a small kitchen. There are cobwebs everywhere in the house, and dust falls everywhere.

Zhan Qingcheng went to a well not far away to pick up a few barrels of water and came back, filled the stone tank with water, looked at the already gloomy sky outside, it was spring now, the snow had just melted, and then came It was raining continuously, but fortunately Zhan Qingcheng felt like he was on fire, so he didn't feel the cold. He took off his outer robe, revealing his dirty clothes, took a broom and swept the room inside and out. I also sprinkled water while sweeping, and it was a drizzle outside, but it didn't prevent dust from flying everywhere.

Zhan Qingcheng swept the room and it has been night for a long time. When he opened the cabinet, he saw that all the clothes and quilts in the cabinet had been bitten by mice, but there were still some high-quality tables and chairs. Can stand the charge.

He tidied up those things, and burned them all, thinking that he might spend the whole night suffocated in this small kitchen tonight.

It’s just that he’s been busy for so long, and he’s already hungry. Zhan Qingcheng is penniless. He turned the house from the inside to the outside, but he only found a small copper coin. It's a copper plate.

It used to be the place where Zhan Qingcheng's grandfather lived before he entered the imperial court. At that time, Zhan Qingcheng's grandfather was still young and lived by blacksmithing in Chang'an City. Zhan Qingcheng gave the key to Zhan Qingcheng. At that time, Zhan Qingcheng saw the tiles on the roof of the upper house, and was afraid of falling, so he put it on the beam of the east room. I never thought about it now, and all this has returned to the original point. , It’s just that Zhan Qingcheng was a general for three generations. He knew how to fight, but he didn’t learn his grandfather’s skill in blacksmithing.

Zhan Qingcheng went out with only a few pennies, the rain outside the door was not heavy, but it was mixed with the cold wind and it was very freezing.

He hurried through the alley, it was already late at night, there were no people selling anything, Zhan Qingcheng walked around for a long time but couldn't find any place to sell food, thinking to himself, he was afraid that he would be hungry all night Alright, I'll think about it tomorrow.

Zhan Qingcheng had no choice but to go back to the house in the rain, the figure in the corner of the room was still huddled there, Zhan Qingcheng didn't pay attention, and hurried into the house, after a while, he suddenly opened the door again, staring suspiciously at the The sloppy figure, with disheveled hair and ragged clothes, really doesn't look like Su Fengjin, but Zhan Qingcheng is a little worried, he always vaguely feels that Su Fengjin seems to be following him.

"Go home." Zhan Qingcheng stood in front of this small figure, his long eyebrows furrowed.

Su Fengjin raised her head slowly and said tremblingly, "I...don't drive me away."

Zhan Qingcheng sighed: "Go back to Yunxiufang, this is not a good place."

Su Fengjin took the bun out of her arms, and held it to him with both hands: "I bought it on the way here, it's still warm."

Zhan Qingcheng sighed, a little helpless: "I'll take you back."

"Otherwise, would you like to live in Yunxiufang with me? Even... even if I can't use my hands anymore, I can still make snacks and support you." Su Fengjin looked at Zhan Qingcheng eagerly, I'm afraid Zhan Qingcheng won't want her in the blink of an eye, and she's not stupid, if Zhan Qingcheng is really ruthless, why has he been keeping her purse all these years, why don't she stop early and late, but at that time she will She retired, Su Fengjin was just angry, and now that anger has dissipated completely.

Zhan Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm a man, how can I let you support me!"

Su Fengjin gently grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's robe with both hands and sneezed.

Zhan Qingcheng hastily brought her into the room, there was a smell of dust in the room, and the smell became even weirder with the fire in the room.

The inside of the room was swept clean, and Zhan Qingcheng was also a work-loving person, so he picked up several large buckets of water and washed the place hard. He washed all the dust in the corners, but the room It was difficult to wash off the top of the beam, and a few drops of rain fell beside Su Fengjin. Su Fengjin looked up at the spots where the rain leaked, and was startled.

Zhan Qingcheng helped Fu's forehead: "I came here in a hurry today, I don't have time to clean it up, I will make it up tomorrow."

Su Fengjin smiled mischievously: "Otherwise, let's go back to Yunxiufang..."

Zhan Qingcheng threw some firewood into the iron basin. The firewood was dry and had been eaten away by termites. Now it burned very quickly. Su Fengjin was chilled by the wind and rain, squatting in front of the charcoal basin to bake, She was wearing Zhan Qingcheng's thick fox fur cloak, and her heart felt warm.

"I'll take you back tomorrow." Zhan Qingcheng warmed up the steamed stuffed bun, and handed the warm one to Su Fengjin.

Zhan Qingcheng is so busy, he usually eats three or four bowls for a meal, and now he has nothing to eat, and the first bun is handed to Su Fengjin, and the smell of meat radiates from afar, making people so greedy tight.

There are no delicacies from mountains and seas on weekdays, but now that he is down and out, even a meal of meat buns is a luxury.

Su Fengjin gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, and stared at Zhan Qingcheng: "I won't make trouble for you. You said before, if you have nothing, I will follow you or not. If I follow, you can't drive me out. I am Your wife, though you have divorced me, I am also your wife, and I want to be with you."

Zhan Qingcheng took a bite of half of the bun: "You have injuries, and you are near Zhang's residence in Yunxiufang."

"Then you go to Yunxiufang with me." Su Fengjin ate the steamed stuffed buns in small bites. Looking at Zhan Qingcheng's appearance, he thought that Zhan Qingcheng was a meal. His appetite has always been big, and Su Fengjin only bought four. , only to find out that she bought less, what a mistake.

"I still have some money here. Let's buy some vegetables tomorrow, shall we?" Su Fengjin pointed to the purse at her waist. She hid it in her clothes, but no one came to steal it.

Zhan Qingcheng's face was pale: "No need, although I've been demoted to a commoner, I'm still not short of money."

"Well. I knew it. Even if you are not a general, you will not die of hunger. I am full, you should eat all of these." Su Fengjin handed the half-eaten bun to Zhan Qingcheng, blinking , so cute.

Zhan Qingcheng stared at the bun for a while, then took the bun and stuffed it into her mouth: "Go back if you can't finish eating."

Su Fengjin was so angry that she bit down, stuffing her mouth full of buns!
Su Fengjin was forced by Zhan Qingcheng to eat two bites, Zhan Qingcheng ate one and kept one.

In the middle of the night, Su Fengjin was sleeping soundly on Zhan Qingcheng's lap. If Zhan Qingcheng's hand hadn't been quick to turn over, he would have fallen into the brazier.

Seeing her smacking her mouth as if nothing had happened, she sighed, she was confident, but she really fell asleep.

There is also a small yard outside the house, which occupies about half the size of the house. There used to be a well outside the yard, but the well never produced water, because it was getting dark quickly and it was raining again and again. , so Zhan Qingcheng had no time to pay attention to that well.

When Su Fengjin woke up from the soft bed, he saw that Zhan Qingcheng was fetching water from the shaker outside. He was only wearing a thin top, his wheat-colored skin was half exposed in the air, and his strong and strong figure stood out against Su Fengjin's body. Her eyes widened, her complexion was dark, she stared at Zhan Qingcheng who picked up water and poured it into the water tank as if nothing had happened, and coughed twice.

Zhan Qingcheng only said indifferently: "The buns are in a small pot next to the fire, go back after you finish eating."

As soon as Su Fengjin opened it, she saw a bun steaming in the pot: "Huh? It's still early, have you gone to buy buns?"

Zhan Qingcheng glanced at her, but did not answer, Su Fengjin said to herself: "Could it be that you left it yesterday? Have you eaten it?"

Zhan Qingcheng poured the last two large buckets of water, straightened his robes, changed into a set of coarse clothes and propped up an old umbrella, and said lightly, "I'll take you back."

Su Fengjin's face darkened: "I won't go back! You said you wouldn't drive me away."

Zhan Qingcheng turned his head and thought for a while: "I never said that."

"I've said it! I've said it, what you said last night, you're going to stop talking again, aren't you!" Su Fengjin almost jumped up.

Zhan Qingcheng frowned and frowned in pain: "Good boy, don't mess around, if I have time, I will go to see you."

"No, we are husband and wife, we should live together." Su Fengjin hugged the pillar, refusing to leave. Because of her hand injury, Zhan Qingcheng couldn't force her, so she had to put down the umbrella, with a heavy face.

Su Fengjin turned around and rushed into the house, Zhan Qingcheng sighed: "I'll take you to Zhang's mansion for medicine. Come out."

Su Fengjin let out a cry, and then went out obediently. Zhan Qingcheng's footsteps are very big, one step is enough for Zhan Qingcheng to take two or three steps, but now he is walking fast, Su Fengjin has to trot to catch up, passing Yipin Pavilion, Su Fengjin said to Zhan Qingcheng: "The fried millet seeds in Yipin Pavilion are delicious."

Zhan Qingcheng touched his pocket subconsciously, feeling a little embarrassed.He didn't have a penny in his pocket.

Yun Yi, who was leaning against Yipin Geya, held his folding fan and his eyes were gloomy. He snapped his fingers at Luhua: "You have to do something in a while. Put this money into his purse, don't let him find out. "

Lu Hua's expression froze slightly: "Master, why don't you just give it to him?"

Yun Yi poured a glass of wine and smiled lightly: "He has a strong temper and wants to save face. If you give him this way, it will be different from slapping him in the face. The old lady has already ordered the chambers of commerce not to cooperate with him. No one dares to help him, but it doesn't matter if this group doesn't help, he is now in decline, and most of them are worshiping the high and trampling the low, you just send it off."

This is very worrying for Luhua.

The waiter on the first floor of Yipin Pavilion saw Su Fengjin and said with a smile, "Madam, what would you like?"

Su Fengjin swallowed her saliva: "I want one catty, no, two catties of fried millet seeds!"

The little girl poured a cup of tea for Su Fengjin with a smile on her face: "I'll weigh you right away, please sit down first."

Su Fengjin turned her head and saw Zhan Qingcheng standing at the door of Yipin Pavilion, and Wei Lanxin was also talking about something, Zhan Qingcheng's face was livid and forbearing.

Su Fengjin hurried over: "Husband, why are you outside, come in quickly."

Wei Lanxin's face darkened slightly: "Heh, a disused general who stole his home still has money to come to Yipin Pavilion? Just a dish here costs a few taels of silver. I'm afraid he doesn't have that money?"

(End of this chapter)

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