The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 8 Grandpa Guo's Request (1)

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The second child, Mi Zhi'an, didn't come home drunk until midnight, and when he heard that the Jiang family had given birth to another girl, it was as if someone had poured cold water on his head, cooling him from head to toe.

"Why is he a money loser again?!" Mi Zhian cursed with an ugly face, he didn't even want to enter the room, turned around and went out again.

Ever since Jiang shi was pregnant with this child, Mi Zhian had been looking forward to it day and night, hoping that Jiang shi would give him a son, but unexpectedly it was another girl.

Although Mrs. Ye didn't like Mrs. Jiang, she still cleaned the child, fed the child some water, and made Jiang Mrs. Jiang a bowl of brown sugar and ginger water before leaving, but there would be no more.

Jiang was cowardly and cowardly. She was neglected by her mother-in-law and her husband just after giving birth, and she could only cry alone while holding her newborn daughter.

Seeing Jiang Shi like this, Milan Lan felt very uncomfortable, so she sniffed and said in relief: "Mother, don't be sad, the next child will definitely be my brother's, and grandma and dad will definitely be happy."

Mi Congcong, who was leaning against the door of the house, felt itchy when he heard this, and wished he could go in and slap Milan Lan.

Is there any advice like this?
Jiang's is not a pig, he just gave birth and gave birth to another child!
What's wrong with the girl, isn't the girl a human?Isn't she a girl herself?
You can't even look down on yourself, and you expect others to look up to you?

Mi Zhi'an was unreliable, and Mi Zhi'an was unreliable, so Mi Congcong had no choice but to go into the kitchen in the dark, her stomach was already flattened by hunger, let alone Jiang who had to feed the child.

But a quarter of an hour later, Mi Congcong ran out of the kitchen in disgrace, and shouted into the main room, "Milan Lan, come out!"

Milan Lan wiped his eyes and came out from the inside, and said angrily: "What is the name of the ghost, is it to wake up my sister on purpose?"

"If you really care about your sister, hurry up and make food for your mother!" Mi Congcong snapped back confidently.

In modern times, she doesn't know how to cook, but she can cook noodles in boiling water or stew tofu, but in this ancient times, she can't even light a fire, and Mi Congcong feels so frustrated.

After being reminded by Mi Congcong, Milan Lan suddenly remembered that he bought meat today, and rushed into the kitchen with an "ah".

"Mi Congcong, why don't you come in and light the fire?!" Milan Lan didn't want Mi Congcong to be idle for a moment.

Mi Congcong walked into the kitchen and said slowly, "I don't know how to light a fire, but I know how to marinate meat."

"Mi Congcong, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open? Your cooking skills are even praised by your uncle. You say you can't make a fire?" Milan Lan almost vomited blood.

This damn girl became more and more lazy after being ill for a while!

"Believe it or not is up to you." Mi Congcong shrugged, picked out the big bone and a piece of lean meat and put them on the stove: "This big bone makes half a pot of soup, mince the lean meat and mix it with a little water and put it in a big bowl Stew it in water, so that the stewed meat is more tender, and your mother can't eat too hard food after giving birth."

Mi Congcong doesn't know how to cook, but she is very good at eating, and knows a little bit about some eating methods. Of course, it's another matter to practice this cooking skill.

Milan Lan is a bad-tempered and willful girl, but her biggest advantage is filial piety. She almost exploded when she heard what Mi Congcong said earlier, but all her anger disappeared after hearing Mi Congcong's last words. Put the big bones into the pot, add water, light the fire and set up a few pieces of dry firewood, then pick up the lean meat and put it on the board to chop it up.

My mother has no milk to feed my younger sister. At this time, I really need to eat some nutritious food.

Mi Congcong took a big pot, put the remaining pork belly and lean meat into the pot, added salt and marinated it like this, and hung the meat under the ventilated eaves after the meal, and it will not be eaten until tomorrow. will break.

Mi Congcong drank two bowls of big bone soup, tasted a few more mouthfuls of meat, and went back to the house. Mi Zhian never came back, so Milan Lan had to go to the main room to guard his mother and sister.

This night, the original owner's soul haunted Mi Congcong in his dreams without exception. Unlike before, Mi Congcong found some strange images in his memory after waking up.

Mi Congcong remembered that today he was going to go out with his uncle disguised as a man, and quickly put this dream behind him.

I don't know if it's because I'm too frightened and I'm not afraid, or because I'm used to it. Even though Mi Congcong wakes up in suffocation every morning, he's not as frightened as he was at the beginning.

As soon as Mi Congcong put on the men's clothes prepared for her by her uncle, a carriage came to the door.

After getting into the carriage, Mi Congcong found out that an old man surnamed Guo in Feiyu County had passed away a few days ago, and his uncle had gone to choose a treasured location for the old man. After the funeral was over, he would be buried tomorrow morning.

"Uncle, aren't we going to stay in Feiyu County tonight?" Mi Congcong was a little excited, but also a little worried.

The uncle took her to practice, and she could learn something secretly, but she was afraid that she would see some weird things again.

"That's right." It wasn't the first time Mi Zhiqing took Mi Congcong to spend the night outside, and he didn't explain much.

The Guo family is a big family and has a high reputation in Feiyu County. The funeral of Mrs. Guo is very grand, and the funeral will not be completed until after the first seven days. At that time, they will reward a lot.

It took more than half a day to ride a carriage from Damo Village to the county seat. It was already afternoon when they arrived at the county seat. The steward of the Guo family ordered his servants to arrange a sumptuous fast meal for the two of them, and took them to the mourning hall after eating.

Mi Congcong had already put on Daotong's robe, and followed Mi Zhiqing with his head down, not daring to look around, thinking that he wouldn't see anything he shouldn't.

"Master Mi." The elder Guo and his brothers from the mourning hall brought all the dutiful sons together to salute Mi Zhiqing.

Mi Zhiqing returned the gift, and Master Guo stepped forward and asked hesitantly: "Master Mi, today is my father's first seven days, you see tonight..."

Mi Zhiqing raised his eyes to Elder Guo, and said calmly, "Master, we will save Mrs. Guo tonight, so you can leave someone to watch over in the side hall of the mourning hall."

The first seven is the day when the soul of the deceased returns home. The soul of the deceased should not be allowed to see his family, otherwise it will make the deceased miss the reincarnation of the deceased, so the person who guards the spirit can only guard in the side hall tonight. This is a well-known fact. , Mi Zhiqing didn't say any more.

Mr. Guo showed hesitation on his face, and turned his head to glance at the filial sons: "Master Mi, what do you pay attention to those who stay behind in the side hall?"

As soon as Mr. Guo said this, the filial sons in the mourning hall either showed repulsion or buried their heads in their chests, apparently unwilling to stay behind.

Seeing this scene, the fifth young master of the Guo family, Guo Hongyuan, the only son of the second master Guo, walked out of the crowd with grief and indignation: "Master Mi, can I stay in the mourning hall tonight?"

In just a few days after the grandfather passed away, from the uncle to the five-year-old cousin, he changed his old appearance as a filial son and grandson, and even refused to guard the mourning hall. Guo Hongyuan was angry and chilled.

As soon as Guo Hongyuan said this, everyone felt relieved, except Guo Hongyuan's father, Mr. Guo Er.

No matter how slow Mi Congcong was, he could sense the turbulence among the filial sons in the mourning hall, but this was the Guo family's housework, and they couldn't take care of it.

Mi Congcong thought that the Guo family's housework had nothing to do with them, so he continued to hang his head and pretended to be dead, but in the blink of an eye, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the blue hem fluttering in the wind.

(End of this chapter)