The welfare room is a unique courtyard with a jujube tree with hairs almost dead.

The original owner was a pair of bookstore pens. You can call it a proofreader, or it can be popular.

The alley in front of the rain was a fierce incident, but it scared people. I entrusted the house to my teeth when it was dark. I had been hanging for a long time but no one dared to buy it.

Who buys this place? It doesn’t matter if you have a long life.

The Soul-Suppressing Department has no such taboo. The yamen that can make money from the underworld is so poor that they only have money left. They have nowhere to spend it, so they bought a house as a benefit.

There is nothing short of the courtyard, and you can move in with your bag.

It’s just that I haven’t seen anyone for a long time and a lot of dust has fallen.

Chen Feng cleaned up his clothes and threw them away in pieces.

This is how you clean up your house. You can always find some useless things. When you clean up next time, you will still throw away a lot of them.

Chen Feng threw it out, and when he went back and threw it again, he found that there were fewer things on the ground.

He was wondering, why? The troubles were overwhelming with the head of the Grand Minister of the Soul-Secretarius? He didn't treat the village officials as cadres, right?

"Why are you going to be the dustpan?" The head looked out of the courtyard wall and stared at the dustpan that was missing in Chen Feng's hand with a timid look.

"Sister Yan?" Chen Feng exclaimed lightly, almost revealing his mouth.

The girl in front of me, who was about ten years old, had thick braids and tied her hair with a fluffy pigskin rope, was wearing a scattered patch with a large gray and black color.

Her face turned pale, her cheeks were slightly sunken, her figure was thin, she looked a little malnourished, but her eyes were very clear. If the nutrition could keep up, she would dress up and be a pure and lovely girl next door.

"Uncle knows me?" Yan Xiaomei looked at Chen Feng's eyes timidly, cautiously and curious.

"That's right." Chen Feng thought for a while and added: "It's considered to know your father."

"Uncle is also a horse gang?" Yan Xiaomei's eyes lit up, she laughed, turned around and ran to her yard, shouting, "Mom, mom, I asked, she is also a horse gang, and she knows my father."

There was no one in the courtyard, and only the sound was heard, "What are you calling for by a ghost girl who is so embarrassed? I didn't ask you to inquire about it."

Chen Feng held the dustpan and turned back to the house. He picked some small items that he had not used for the time being, but had to use, such as wooden combs, clay pots, cups, thread tips, and half a thin quilt.

After thinking about it, Chen Feng cut out a few holes in the thin quilt with scissors, rubbing it randomly, and then stuffed it into the dustpan again.

Chen Feng returned to his original place, and waited for nowhere to see Yan Xiaomei coming, so he had to put the dustpan back into the house and continue to clean up.

It was getting dark, and smoke from cooking was rising in the alley before the rain.

The lights of thousands of houses are sparse and lit up slowly. They are so dark that they can’t touch the door. Many people don’t light the lights, saving money.

Chen Feng worked hard for a while and thought to himself that he had a place to live, so he would talk about it later on.

However, there must be a ceremony, which is to burn the stove and worship the Kitchen God. This is a custom left in the previous life.

Whenever you move, you must have this stove burning ceremony.

Chen Feng lit the straw handle, stuffed it into the stove for a few times, and then bowed around the stove. Then he put out the torch, plugged the stove hole and wiped out the sparks.

"Uncle, are you at home?" Yan Xiaomei's voice sounded outside the yard. Chen Feng responded, "Hey, hey, I'm here", and ran out to open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw that the door was big and small.

The younger one is Yan Xiaomei, and the older one is Yan Xiaomei, who is thin and thin.

Boss Yan was thirteen or fourteen years old, and there was a hole in his face caused by wind and frost.

He was wearing a short jacket that was not in line with the season, his pants were several sizes smaller, his ankles were exposed, and his feet were a pair of straw sandals, which was much colder than the ripped cloth shoes his sister wore.

He looked reluctant, held a bowl in his hand, and looked at Chen Feng with a complaining and defensive look.

"Hey, my mother said, my neighbors, congratulations on your happiness in moving forward. This is a gift for you." Boss Yan stretched out the bowl in his hand and shrank slightly in his arms, looking a little heartbroken.

The small petals in the bowl are so dark that they don’t know what they are.

"This is a locust flower. It's dried. You can drink it with water or cook porridge. It's sweet." Yan Xiaomei hid half of her body behind her brother, holding the corner of her clothes and poking her head to explain.

"Oh, thank you then." Chen Feng reached out to take it, felt the strength in Boss Yan's hand, and found that the person was unhappy, and his mouth pouted.

The child, with a reluctant face, had to give up, and said something against his will, "Remember, put too much gender at once, otherwise it will be painful."

The two-faced sword face was the same as the expression of uncle No. 5's heartache in Yinzi but pretending to be indifferent.

It's a truth, uncle, this is your own son who has no choice but to run away.

"You guys wait." Chen Feng accepted the gift, thinking about the things in the dustpan he had prepared early, so he turned around and went back to the house and took it to the two children.

"This cannot be taken, it's too expensive." Seeing the things in the dustpan, especially the thin quilt that Chen Feng deliberately made old, Boss Yan held his sister and waved his hand and retreated.

Little Sister Yan also kept shook her head and muttered, "No, no."

This place insists on sending it, but there is a forced refusal, pushing it around, and the dustpan is thrown away, and it falls into pieces all over the floor.

"Oh, you two dead children, why don't you apologize quickly." Qin Shufen, who was hiding in the dark, stopped to pay attention to the movements here, rushed over under the big locust tree. Her calf was tucked, not to mention how fast it was.

Qin Shufen looks average and has traces of time on her face. She is not considered black, but she is not as white and rosy, with thick fingers and a calloused hand. She looks like a housewife who is used to doing a lot of farm work.

She rushed over, glared at the two children first, then turned to smile at Chen Feng, and squatted down to pick up things, "Every child is used to being frivolous, don't care, I'll pick it up now."

Chen Feng said it was okay, and he squatted down and picked it up by himself. The two children also helped him. After squatting down, the chat started.

It turns out that Uncle No. 5 is called Yan Ziwang, well, it has a very contemporary atmosphere.

A pair of children, the eldest son is Yan Mubai and the younger daughter is Yan Wenji. Chen Feng complained in his heart whether Uncle No. 5 is cheating.

"Uncle Chen, I heard from the second sister, do you know the head of the family?"

Oh, no wonder I sent two little guys to give gifts. The relationship is to build a good relationship and ask about my husband.

Yes, if a housewife with no men in a family in feudal society takes the liberty to talk to a stranger's house, the neighbor's spit is used as an arrow envoy.

Qin Shufen saw that the child had caused trouble, and she had a more insult. Not to mention, she was a little clever.

"Well, not only do you know each other, but you're also quite familiar with each other. I almost forgot to say it. Look at my brain, this is the four taels of silver and letters from my uncle who asked me to bring back."

You may be asking, isn’t the dark money big? Why is it only four taels of silver?

The silver itself is only two taels, so it is added to Chen Feng's native master Yang's salary.

The dark banknote is even worse. It can be circulated within the Soul-Superior Division, but it can be exchanged into the world of the world money house that can be as good as the life and death ruins. If you want to give this dark banknote to Qin Shufen, you will not be able to jump up and catch your face. This is a curse of the dead people in the family.

Qin Shufen couldn't wait to take the letter from home, stared at the silver, hesitated, and secretly winked and instructed Yan Mubai to get it.

Wow, I'm sorry?

Chen Feng threw the silver to the twisted Yan Mubai and met the even more twisted Qin Shufen.

Qin Shufen dismantled the letter and touched for a long time. Tears in her eyes were spinning, and she scolded, "I'm going to die if I'm going to die outside. What kind of letters are there for home? Isn't it better for you to come back?"

"Mom, mom, let me see." Yan Wenji stretched her neck and stretched her heart happily into Qin Shufen's hand.

Qin Shufen held it in her arms and cursed: "You are illiterate, so you are so smart that you can't even think about your uncle Chen."

Chen Feng took it and saw it, feeling strange.
Chapter completed!