People are like autumn geese and trust, and things are like spring dreams without trace.

Fan Yu was stunned, his pupils spread, and after a long time, he muttered to himself: "Is that over?"

My head was in chaos and I couldn't remember how it came back.

He blinked his eyes and stared at the bed tent.

Before dawn, the light in the house was dim and he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. This series of strange stories left him at a loss and mentally prepared.

He was confused, afraid, and particularly exciting. He was a dull life in his previous life, going to school, taking exams, entering the research institute, pleasing the leadership, and finally taking over the research institute.

It's not a success, but life is too mechanical.

If you think about it carefully, it may be a good thing to do it again.

Since you are, be at ease, and everything should be based on stability first.

He sighed, but could not fall asleep anyway, so he simply put on his clothes and got up, opened the door and creaked, and the cold air came to his face.

He shivered, tightened his clothes, looked up at the sky, and the faint morning light shone through the clouds.

It should be around five o'clock in the morning.

The yard was silent, and the sound of low voices came from the middle courtyard. When I listened carefully, the sound immediately narrowed.

It's sparse, it's the sound of wearing clothes.

Bang!

A woman was angry: "The hands were as cold as dead, and she was still so strong that she was going to die."

The man smiled silly: "It's winter coming soon. Today, you go and measure some cloth and make clothes for your parents and a few kids."

"I just know how to smile. Why do I ask my family to buy new clothes for the two elders? Why doesn't the eldest and second families pay? It's like this every year, what's going on?"

The woman was angry and her voice was a little loud: "Dad is still partial and only leaves good things to my second family. I never thought about our family. I just said that last time I ate meat, did you let you get some oil and water? But the second family's wife has two chubby lips and her words smell like meat."

The man was startled: "You can make a low voice... and don't let your parents hear it..."

"You hear it when you hear it. Could it be that you can drive me out of the house?" The woman snorted coldly, and her voice lowered: "You said that since you married you, good days have not passed for a few days, and you have suffered and suffered every day. Have I ever complained that I saw you suffering outside, and you are not sure what delicious food is tight to you."

The man was nervous, muttered and couldn't speak, and said bitterly: "Xiulian, it's all my fault for being incompetent..."

After saying that, he went out.

Then there was another surprise: "Dad, are you getting up?"

An old voice 'um' and coughed: "Have you arguing with your wife again?"

"No... Dad, we didn't make a noise."

"Okay, go do your job."

...

Fan Yu touched his chin and spoke to the third wife of the Second Master Qin family, and the other man was naturally the third brother of the Second Master Qin family. As for the later old man, that was Mr. Qin.

The third brother of the Qin family unloads and loads goods at the Caoyun Wharf, but they don’t have to cover food or housing. They can earn eight cents a day. When it comes to windy and rainy days, they can earn more.

His wife, like the ladies in the yard, wash clothes for others, or take some patched shoes for the family as a subsidy.

Mr. Qin is old and exhausted when he was young. He can't do heavy work. He shows people the stove in a teahouse and can earn seven or eight centimeters a month.

The Qin family also has two sons, the eldest son Qin Huaisheng, who followed the horse and started a business trip. He has never met for a year or two.

However, Qin Huaiyun, the second child, works as a chef in a restaurant in the city, and can earn 100 cents a month for food and accommodation. If he is a chef, he will be the leader of a restaurant, and he will be prosperous and become rich.

It is also the pride of Qin Erye. He always tells everyone that he has a son and has been a chef for three or four years. Why didn’t he learn some skills and become a chef?

There are only one or two streets near the left and a hundred or ten households who don’t know about it.

Fan Yu grinned and said that Cao Cao was here. Mr. Qin took 28 big steps, carrying a cigarette stick in his hand, and was stunned when he entered the backyard: "Oh, Mr. Fan, why did you get up early? I heard Ergouzi say last night, your head is normal?"

How do you speak?

Fan Yu rolled his eyelids: "It was early in the morning, before dawn, and the chickens didn't even yell. Why are you running to the backyard?"

Mr. Qin grinned: "It's okay, it's okay, let's take a look."

As he said that, he wondered why Fan Yu had become a different person. He used to be like an old man who was pedantic and pedantic, and he was sloppy in his work, and he was very vain in his face. He spoke sternly and never joked with you.

I rarely say a few words to them, such as the "neighbor" tenants, except for festivals throughout the year.

"Ter, go busy. I'm very good, I won't let you worry about it."

"Hey, it looks so good."

Mr. Qin looked around and saw that the person was still the same person, but his spirit changed and he squirted: "That, why don't you sleep for a while?"

Fan Yu didn't respond. Do you want me to keep you for breakfast?

Mr. Qin pinched his beard, left with a smile, passed the arch, and said to himself: "This Fan Xiucai seems to have become smarter. It's really strange. Could it be that he has been possessed by evil spirits?"

"What a pity. I can't go to his study to get some waste paper back today. This thing is much more useful than wooden cloth."

Fan Yu's face turned dark and he almost chased after him and smashed the old man's cigarette stick.

Suddenly, when did my ear become so effective? I could distinguish human voices from thirty or forty meters away, as if I were in my ears.

...

In the afternoon, the front intermediate yard was in chaos, and a yamen runner rushed in and went straight into the backyard, kicking down the already dilapidated study door.

"Fan Yu, you've been in trouble..."

Several people stepped forward and only held Fan Yu, pressed him to the ground and couldn't move. The leader raised the corner of his eyes and stared at him. Within a few breaths, the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's almost dead, I'm wasting a few time."

"Walk."

Come and go in a hurry.

These yamen runners were filled with blood and energy. In his eyes, they looked like a stove in winter, with a hint of glorious momentum. Like a lonely ghost approached the body and immediately disappeared.

Fan Yu was stunned and came back to his senses and became anxious: "What does it mean to die? You should make it clear."

After chasing for a few steps, he was pulled by several old ladies: "Master Fan, don't chase after me. How could the police in the yamen be so furious?"

The rest of the world was panicked.

Fan Yu was relieved, waved his hand, turned around and returned to the study room, sat down, looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and was stunned.

What do these yamen runners mean?

I really don't understand it after thinking about it, and I feel so uncomfortable that I can't even walk carefully, for fear of falling to death or being hit by bricks and tiles.

There are even ghosts and gods in this world, which really makes people feel worried.
Chapter completed!