Chapter 24 twenty three

Mr. Qian gradually recovered.Although he still sleeps more than he wakes up day and night, he already knows his hunger and thirst, and he eats quite a lot.Ruixuan secretly sent the fur robe to the pawn shop, and bought some hens for the patient, specially for making soup.He didn't know if he could redeem the fur robe in winter, but for Mr. Qian's recovery, he was willing to wear it even if he didn't have a fur robe in winter. Young Mistress Qian, although her face was still pale, she resolutely refused the care of Big Mama Li, and struggled to serve her father-in-law. Mr. Jin, anyway, has to go out to sit in the teahouse every day, so he must visit his daughter and in-laws in the morning and evening.Although Mr. Qian can eat and drink, he doesn't know many people.Therefore, every time Mr. Jin came, no matter whether his in-laws were asleep or awake, he would go to the sick bed first and click his square head, and he didn't want to have a heart-to-heart talk with his in-laws.After nodding, he twisted on a bag of leaf cigarettes and puffed a few times, as if to say: "Come on, my in-laws, I will take care of your affairs! As long as you live, my heart is not in vain!" Then, there would be a little joy on his red face, and he felt that he had something worth remembering in his life--sending off his son-in-law, his mother-in-law, and saving his in-laws!

He didn't have much to say about his daughter.He thinks that being a widow is being a widow, just like selling a house is selling a house, and there is no need for extra grief and crying.Yue felt that she had no money in her hands, so he put two or three yuan on the bed of his in-laws, and told the girl loudly, as if broadcasting to the whole world: "The money is on the bed!" When he came in or went out, he would stand outside the gate for a while to show that he was not afraid of meeting the Guan family.If he couldn't meet them, he would cough loudly once or twice as a demonstration.Soon, all the children in the alley learned his fake cough and often practiced it behind Mr. Guan.

Mr. Guan did not dare to go out because of this.He had his own plan and could hold his breath. "Little bastards!" He cursed secretly: "Waiting for you Grandpa Crown, once I get it, I'll kill you like a smear bug!" His running, these days, is more serious than before Be active a lot.Recently, because of his diligence in running around, he has figured out a little bit of the ins and outs of the political situation.He heard it from a little politician who was many times smarter than him: At the beginning, the Japanese warlords were willing to take all the rights in North China into their own hands, so they kept the broken and incomplete North China Political Affairs Commission.At the same time, in order to maintain the law and order of the whole city of Beiping, they picked out a few old traitors from the coffin to organize a maintenance meeting.In fact, the maintenance association is just a disreputable antique shop without any real power.It is the city government that really cleans the streets and maintains order for the enemy.In the municipal government, the Tianjin Gang occupies the largest force.Now, in Shandong, Hebei, Henan, and Shanxi, the enemy army has made rapid progress: the enemy army cannot follow every Chinese with bayonets, and it is bound to replace the "Government Committee" by Japanese politicians and Chinese traitors. Something so that the five-color flag can be hung to rule the whole of North China, and the traitors can be taught to use military tickets for the "imperial army", search for supplies, and issue orders.This institution is difficult to produce, because the Japanese soldiers hate politics at all, and they are not willing to teach something similar to politics to restrain their wanton burning and killing.Until they find someone who completely listens to them and at the same time is able to deal with the Chinese people, they are not willing to lightly put up a government until they are traitors.In Tianjin, after the enemy occupied the schools, they had no intention of burning the books in the libraries, not to cherish them, but thinking that the books could be exchanged for some money.However, until their consul in Tianjin advised them to ship all the books back to China.They immediately cremated the libraries.They hate the talk of diplomats.They are willing to rule North China and all the conquered places as the governor ruled North Korea, and reduce the power of civil servants to zero.However, the activities of the army cannot rely on a few orders; the army needs food, clothing, means of transportation, and how to achieve the greatest victory with the fewest number of soldiers.This made it impossible for the warlords who hated civil servants and politics not to think of organizing a government, and had no choice but to rely on politicians and traitors.The warlord's worry is always "to get it right away, but not to cure it right away".

When the Japanese army entered Peiping, the first new organization that appeared in front of the people of Peiping was the Xinminhui, a propaganda organization that emerged from the smoke of artillery fire.Guan Xiaohe heard that there was such an organization, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't think highly of propaganda work.The "errands" in his mind are the tax bureau and the salt affairs; the titles in his mind are the county magistrate, section chief, and director... He thinks that a "will" has neither the income of the tax bureau or the salt bureau, nor the county. The title of chief, director, must have no luxuries and prospects.Only now did he realize that this "meeting" has a bright future, because he is a close attendant who closely follows the army and promotes "Dulwich" for the army.With it, the Japanese army could bury the blood after the massacre; with it, the Japanese army could deceive themselves that they did have a "peaceful" solution to the conquered people.It doesn't compete with the warlords, but honestly sings "Taiping Lyrics" behind the soldiers.Soldiers paralyzed a city with artillery fire, and Xinmin would rush over and gently give some painkillers.

The little politician told Guan Xiaohe: "If you want to find a high official, you have to go directly to the Japanese military officer. Will you have a long lifespan? If you want to find a job in the city government, you have to follow the route of the Tianjin Gang It will be easier for Xinmin to get in, because it is the No. 1 obedient citizen in Tianzi, and it does not want anything from the Japanese soldiers—except a bowl of rice and a few money—but it follows the Japanese soldiers at gunpoint to recruit more Therefore, the Japanese soldiers are willing to take in more such people. As long as you have skills, such as running a newspaper, acting, singing, drawing pictures, or even speaking cross talk, you can qualify for admission. In addition, There is a force that must not be ignored—please pay attention to the local old men! The old men are their influence caused by the bad social order and the lack of legal protection. They do not understand politics, but only seek practical benefits for themselves and the party members They may know that they hate the enemy, but if the enemy can give them a little face, they will cooperate with the enemy without leaving because of their own safety. They may not come out to be officials, but they are willing to be the enemy's advisers in the selection of personnel. This is the most stable and long-lasting force!"

This analysis and report made Guan Xiaohe unheard of.Although he has been in officialdom and society for twenty or thirty years, he has never paid attention to observing and analyzing his environment.He is a very respectable fly, and wherever there is dung, he will huddle with other flies to join in the fun; when he can't find dung, he will play with his wings with his legs, or lightly bump his head Playing with the window paper, it seems that he is the number one fly in the world.He never uses his heart, but only joins in the fun with his skills in drinking, playing cards and so on.From joining in the fun, he thought he would scoop up the oil and water into his own bowl.

Hearing what others said, he closed his eyes, feeling that he was very thoughtful and profound, as if he had thought it all by himself.After a while, he told others this set of words everywhere, and announced that he was going to Tianjin soon to see his old friends.After finishing this set, he humbly admitted his previous superficiality: "I said before: Art has no borders, and... those nonsense words. That's too superficial! People live to be old, learn How old! Now, I have finally grasped the root of the problem, and I have finally made progress! I have made progress!" He did not dare to go to Tianjin.It is true that he has done things in various places; however, in the depths of his heart, there is a common problem of Peking people-afraid to move, too lazy to move.He felt that going to Tianjin—even though it was only a three-hour train ride—was "going out," and going out was both risky and uncomfortable.Besides, in Tianjin, he had no real friends.So, wouldn't it be worthwhile to spend some money for nothing if you still can't find a job?

He didn't know any of the important Japanese soldiers.He struggled to memorize a dozen Xiangyue, Dajiao, Itagaki, this Lang, that Tian, ​​and "reprinted" their actions recorded in the newspaper in his mouth at any time, but he himself knew that they were different from him. And the tiger was as far away as he was.As for the "old men", he was even more inaccessible, and he was not very happy to be approached.Although he doesn't have much real estate and his bank balance doesn't exceed ten thousand, he always thinks he's a gentleman.He is afraid of the Communist Party and the old men.He felt that the old man was Dou Erdun, and Dou Erdun's robbing the rich and keeping the poor in peace was not good for him.

He thought he should go to Xinminhui.He didn't inquire carefully about what the Xinmin Society does, but only felt that he had the qualifications and confidence to be a first-class obedient citizen.At worst, he can also sing a few lines of Erhuang, one or two folds of Fengtian drums (learned by Tong Fang), and a few lines of cross talk!Besides, he also served as the county magistrate and bureau chief!He started down this path.After running around for several days, there was no clue, but not only was he not discouraged, but he thought that "knowing in his heart" that he would surely succeed one day.Flying around is the job of flies, and sooner or later they will encounter a dead mouse or a pile of cow dung.Mr. Crown is a very decent fly.

I don't know what happened to others, but Ruifeng was "fooled" by him anyway.That set of analysis, when Mr. Guan calmly explained it to Ruifeng, made Ruifeng's little dry face darken.He—Ruifeng—didn't expect Mr. Guan to be so insightful and thoughtful!He was deeply afraid that his talent was too small to flatter Mr. Guan! Mr. Guan didn't mention the Xinminhui to Ruifeng, because he was on the run, so it was inconvenient to teach Ruifeng to go and compete with him. What should be publicized boldly, and where should be kept secret, Mr. Guan's heart It is well-proportioned.

Twenty or thirty years of warlord melee, "education" has become a large group of flies like Xiaohe.They are boring, ignorant, heartless, and shameless, because warlords don't know how to employ people, but only know how to feed slaves.In the absence of foreign aggression, they rot society.When foreign troubles come, they make the country fall faster. Ruifeng, who was educated only to collect tuition fees and issue diplomas, naturally envied Xiaohe.He himself has never been an official, and he has never been close to a warlord, but since his diploma is a license for living expenses, he can't help but envy Mr. Guan's comfort and style of clothing, food, housing and transportation.He thought that Mr. Guan was a "character" who had seen the world, while he himself was still a "younger" who had not lost his temper. Ruifeng decided to move to the small house on the 3rd as soon as possible.The hut was only big enough for a bed, with only a small door and no windows.When Ruifeng went to take a look, he saw nothing - because it was so dark - but smelled some damp that smelled like cat poop.He is willing to live in this hut, and his tone shows it: as long as he can live with the Guan family, even teaching him to sleep standing up is all right! At this time, a large white balloon rose from the building of Xinmin Newspaper on West Chang'an Avenue so that everyone in the city could see it when they looked up. A large flag was drawn under the ball, and the big characters on the flag read "Celebrate the Fall of Baoding"!Baoding is almost a geographical term in the hearts of Peking people.It seems to be less important than Tongzhou, let alone Tianjin or Shijiazhuang.They only know that Baoding produces pickles and big iron balls with noise.In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer people rubbing iron balls, and the relationship between Baoding and Peking people has become more and more blurred.Now, "Baoding has fallen" under the white balloon pierces everyone's eyes, and everyone suddenly thinks of it, as if thinking of a long-lost friend or relative.Everyone bowed their heads.No matter what kind of city Baoding is, it is a Chinese place!Losing one more city would reduce any hope of recovering Peiping.They thought they should show filial piety to Baoding, but what they saw were "balloons" and "celebration"!Subjugation is the most painful and shameful, but they have to celebrate!Celebrate subjugation yourself! Japan's "China hand" does not work.They don't know how to save face for Peking people.If they accepted the victory without saying a word, as if nothing had happened, the Peiping people would pretend not to know and reduce their aversion to the conqueror.However, in the eyes of the "little" Japanese, neither viciousness nor pride can be hidden.Like cats, they catch mice and don't eat them right away, but play with them for a long time; teasing the conquered with their minions is their only "calmness".They used balloons to hoist the banner of Baoding's fall! Xinmin will seize the opportunity to show merit.Even if the Japanese want to calm down, the first-class obedient citizens of the Xinminhui will not refuse to show extravagance.In their hearts, they don't know which is China and which is Japan.They can be anyone's servant as long as someone feeds them.They are as stateless as flies and bugs. They decided to hold a parade to celebrate the subjugation of the country.No group is easy to promote and convene. They have spotted the students—decided to use all the middle school and primary school students in the city to make the parade a success. Ruifeng likes to be lively.On weekdays, he naturally has to join in the excitement of happy events at relatives and friends' homes; even at funerals, he still "scrambles" to eat, watch, and entertain.It is inconvenient for him to put himself in the place of the mourner and think about the grief of the bereaved; otherwise, he will "ask for boredom".He was going to see the women in white filial piety, whose eyes were red from crying; he thought they looked better this way.He noticed whether the food and drink were good or not, and whether the voices of the monks were clear and clear. Chanting scriptures sounded better than singing ditties;Funerals belong to others, but enjoyment belongs to him. He draws a clear line between the two very objectively.Really, even he felt a little embarrassed about celebrating subjugation.But when he saw the five-color flags of the shops on the street, the pine branches and colored silk on the trams, and the small paper flags on the rickshaws, his heart was attracted by the colorful colors, and he felt that the funeral of the country was just an extension of the funeral of the family. As long as it is objective, it can still be pleasing to the heart and lively to the ears.He is very excited.In any case, he had to watch this excitement. At the same time, among his colleagues, a man surnamed Lan and named Xu and named Ziyang rewarded him with a smiling face and two kind words—"Old Qi, you can be of great help in the parade!" can't do it.His admiration for Lan Ziyang is no less than his admiration for Guan Xiaohe. Mr. Ziyang is the director of academic affairs and a Chinese teacher, and his influence in the school is almost greater than that of the principal.However, he is not proud of it.His greatest glory is that he can write essays and new poems.He likes to be called a man of letters.Both his essays and new poems have the same style as his stature and appearance: he is very short, with a thin face, his nose is tilted to the left, and his right eye hangs to the upper right; It seems that he is always tearing his face into pieces; his poems are always very short, like his stature; in a few short lines, he makes good use of several "however" and "but" , messing up his thoughts and making others unpredictable, just like his facial features.His poems and essays were always returned not long or long after they were sent out, so he had to degrade and publish them on the school wall newspaper.After publishing it on the poster, he earnestly asked the students to read it as a model essay.At the same time, he hated those writers who became famous.Thinking of the famous writer, his nose and right eye were tilted to the left and right, and he didn't relax for a while until the facial features were out of place.He thought that a writer's fame depends on currying favor with publishers and each other.He believes that writers who are occasionally invited to give lectures or where they travel or visit are announced in newspapers are all intentional publicity and advertisements for themselves.He did not read their works, but only felt that having their works deprived him of the opportunity to publish his own works.His own mind is a stinking piece of dung, so he always uses his own smell to stink others in his thinking.Because his heart is stinky, his world is also stinky, only himself—he thinks—poor, lovely, and fragrant like a flower. He is thirty-two years old and still unmarried.With women, he can think only of sexual desire.His face is as unfavorable to women as his poetry, so he also hates women because he can't get close to them.Seeing other people walking with women, he immediately remembered some of the dirtiest and ugliest scenes, and wrote a few poems or essays that he thought were the most vicious but were actually unreasonable, to vent his grievances.His poems seem to be designed for scolding, and he thinks he has the most sense of justice. His mouth is very bad, because he is weak and angry, and he doesn't like brushing his teeth very much.His words are even more stinky, no matter in his so-called articles or in his mouth, he will never hesitate to spit blood.Therefore, his colleagues in the school were unwilling to provoke him, and he became more and more rampant, and gradually became a bully in the school.If someone was willing to kick him out of the school gate, he would not even dare to go back to pack his luggage, so he would find another place to eat.However, people from Peking and those who are used to the air of Peking—his colleagues—did not reach out to anyone or anything.They perfunctory him, and he becomes a hero. Mr. Lan does not admire any sages and great men in the history of the world, so he does not try to imitate their noble character.When he thinks of a sage, he always thinks first whether the sage's stool stinks.When he thought about it, the sage's stool would inevitably stink, and he told the students as if he had discovered some truth, showing that he was the most thoughtful person.To his colleagues, unless he is threatened by his mouth, he will always act independently, say the most annoying things, and do the most annoying things.He calls himself a "stranger".To Ruifeng, he has always been quite polite.Ruifeng is common affairs.Whenever he was entrusted by Mr. Lan to buy some personal things, such as towels and manuscript paper, he always bought the best things without mentioning the price.Every time Mr. Lan asks the price, and then sends out a whole set of comments—corruption is absolutely a must!Even though it is a piece of grass from the public, we can't take it casually!Ruifeng listened to the "teaching" with a smile.After listening, he just said: "Let's talk about it another day, what are you busy with?" So, "Let's talk about it another day" gradually changed to "Don't mention it again", and Mr. Lan felt that Ruifeng was a reasonable person, more important than sages and great men. A little more gratifying! When the Japanese entered the city, Mr. Lan changed "Ziyang" to "Dongyang" and began to contribute to newspapers run by the enemy or traitors.These newspapers are short of manuscripts, and Mr. Lan's poems, although unreasonable, happen to attack those writers who escaped from Beiping and went to the front or rear to find work, so the pseudonym "Dongyang" almost looks like two small moles every day. It seems to be found on the newspaper's ass.He hated those writers, and now he can criticize them wantonly, because they have all left Peiping.He is good at killing tigers.Seeing his manuscripts being published, he carefully cut them out, framed them with school letterhead, and hung them on the wall one by one.He didn't laugh easily, but when he looked at the little framed papers, he laughed aloud.He was grateful to the Japanese for giving him the opportunity to "become famous", and what fascinated him most was the manuscript fee of eight cents.Looking at the eight cents, he imagined eight yuan, eighty yuan, eight hundred yuan!He didn't want to tear his face apart, so he used his right hand to press his eyes that were hanging upwards, and his left hand to move his nose to close it together, while whispering his new pseudonym: "Dongyang! Dongyang! You used to suffer from it all the time." Oppression, now you can create the world by yourself! You can also combine a group of people, lead a group of people, and take the highest manuscript fee into your own hands! Don’t crook your nose! You, nose, should point to a bright future impartially Yo!" He joined the Xinminhui. In the past two days, he was busy preparing for the celebration meeting and rushing to produce the promotional text.In his writings, he did not mention the Sino-Japanese war and national affairs, but only satirized the writers he hated in a few words: "Writers, Baoding has fallen, where are you? You are in Shanghai again. Let's go up to drink coffee and dance?" Such a short essay is not very difficult to write, after a long day of work, he can write forty or fifty paragraphs; titled as the general title: "Dagger essay".The preparations for the celebration meeting were not so easy.He can only place his hopes on his colleagues and students.He notified all the staff and all the students, and said many threatening words, but he was not very relieved.As usual, when students leave school in groups, they are always led by the physical education teacher.He didn't dare to press the physical education teacher tightly, because he was afraid of pushing him hard so he raised his fist.The other teachers, although their fists are not so powerful, their words are not very sure.So he caught Ruifeng. "Old Qi!" He took a lot of effort to mobilize his eyebrows and eyes into a smile. "If they don't go, let's go! I'll be the leader—no, Commander-in-Chief, you'll be Deputy Commander!" Ruifeng's Xiaogan's face glowed.He not only loves to watch the excitement, but also likes the title of deputy commander. "I will definitely help! However, what if the students are disobedient?" "That's very simple!" Dongyang's nose and eyes were pulled in the opposite direction again. "Whoever doesn't go will be fired! It's very simple!" Back home, Ruifeng first expressed his merits to the fat lady: "Lan Dongyang joined the Xinminhui. He asked me for help and led the students to march. He is the commander-in-chief, and I am the deputy commander! I see, as long as we can curry favor with him, we will Don't worry about not having something good to do!" After finishing speaking, he still felt dissatisfied, because he only stated the facts, but did not come up with reasons enough to glorify himself.He thought for a while, and then added: "Why didn't he find someone else, but only us?" He waited for the fat lady to answer.She ignored him.He had no choice but to say automatically: "It's all because we know how to do things on weekdays! You see, whenever he asks me to buy something, I always buy him the best, without mentioning the price. A towel or two dollars for manuscript paper? Yes, doesn’t he know how to buy it himself, and must entrust me to do it? There are articles here! But we can also write articles! A towel or a two-knife manuscript paper, do we have no place to get it? Bring it and give it to him , This is called a free gift! If I don't even know how to do this little trick, why should I be a commoner?" The fat lady nodded slightly, and didn't particularly praise him.He was not very satisfied, so he asked his sister-in-law to say it again, hoping to get the expected praise. "Sister-in-law, just wait and see this excitement!" "Hey! What's the fun in this year?" The sister-in-law's eyes, which are always clear and bright, are a little dizzy recently, and there are always some yellow and dark shadows on the white eyes-the old man's discomfort, the mother-in-law's illness, the husband's depression, the old man San's departure and family financial difficulties all added to her concern and work.She still doesn't quite understand why the Japanese wanted to fight us and why they occupied Beiping, but she seemed to feel that all these misfortunes and sufferings were brought to her by the Japanese from the difficulties and toils.She felt that it was predestined to suffer greater and more suffering, and she couldn't imagine that there would be any excitement to watch; even if there was, she didn't have the heart to watch it! "The most lively parade! I lead the parade at the school! Not bragging, sister-in-law, my second child finally has a way! How many times have you seen a commoner as the leader?" "Really!" This word, which has over a hundred interpretations, signifies her kindness. The second brother interpreted his sister-in-law's "reality" as: the leader of the general affairs team is really "excellent".So, I recounted what happened and the hope for the future in a very emphatic way. "Your brother has to go, too?" Yunmei heard something not very interesting from the second child's narration.She knows that the city that produces good pickles is also Chinese, and it seems that the Chinese should not celebrate its fall.If she wasn't wrong, she thought that Ruixuan would be in a difficult situation again, and because of the difficulty, he might be angry with her again.She was afraid that her husband would be angry.Before she got married, she knew from the looks and whispers of her natal family that her fiancé didn't like her very much.Although she is opposed to free marriage in her heart, she has to admit that in the current world, she can indeed be "free" for a while, and her fiancé doesn't like her, or it is because she is not "free"!She decided that she was a miserable person without guilt.If Ruixuan insisted on not wanting her, she would be willing to end this miserable life.Fortunately, Ruixuan did not stick to his own opinion and married her.She is not grateful to him, because since the media is marrying, she has her own identity and status.However, she was always a little uneasy in her heart, and always felt that there was a layer of tulle between her husband and her. Although it was not very obstructive, the two of them were always unable to be completely bonded together because of this.There is no other way, she can only use "diligence" to protect her identity and status - she must teach her parents-in-law to recognize her as a capable daughter-in-law, her relatives and friends to recognize her as a very decent young mistress of the Qi family, and her husband to be helpless. Admit that she is indeed a good wife.She--even after marriage and children--couldn't emulate those "free" women who flirted with men.She can't turn his wife into a goblin like the second sister-in-law.She can only be passive so as not to make her husband angry, so that the couple can live in peace.In terms of thought, speech, and some actions, Ruixuan is simply an unsolvable mystery to her.She doesn't want to use her brain to solve the riddle, but only wants to fulfill her responsibility and slowly teach "mystery" to automatically tell the answer.Yes, sometimes she couldn't bear to quarrel with him, but after thinking about it, the more quarrels, the further the distance between them; quarreling will make the riddle more difficult to guess.She sees it clearly: if you don't rush or get angry, you can live a peaceful life. Lately, the husband has been more of an enigma.But she could see clearly that this mystery was no longer what it used to be.Now the mystery was given to her by the Japanese.The Japanese made her husband smile all day long, and his face was covered with a cloud of melancholy.She pitied her husband, but could not comfort him.She neither knew what ghosts the Japanese were carrying, nor did she know where the Japanese ghosts were affecting her husband.She didn't dare to ask him, but she panicked because of him.She could only put on a smiling face and control everything, and she didn't want to make him angry by talking too much.As long as he doesn't lose his temper with her, she can rest easy and blame the Japanese.Therefore, she also hoped that the war between China and Japan would end as soon as possible, and all the Japanese in Beiping would get out, so that Ruixuan would still be a mystery to her, but the head of the whole family, talking, laughing and having fun. Ruixuan just came back from Qian's house.He had heard about the student demonstrations and had made up his mind not to participate.His principal, who didn't come to school on the first day of school, is still asking for leave.Ruixuan conjectures: If the parade becomes a reality, the principal will probably resign nine out of ten.He wanted to go to the headmaster's house to have a talk. If the headmaster really wanted to resign, he should find another job as soon as possible; he knew that the headmaster was a person who could take responsibility and would not hurt his integrity.He would like to have a talk with such a person. As soon as he walked to the jujube tree, the second child greeted him from outside the door of the east room. "Brother, how are the preparations going in your school? I will lead the team there!" "Okay!" Rui Xuan didn't have the slightest expression on his face, the word "good" is an even more expressionless hard stone. Yunmei was at the door of the kitchen when she heard the sound of the stone.Her heart skipped a beat.If she was afraid of her husband getting angry with her, she was even more afraid of him losing his temper with others.She knew that her husband was very good at persuading everyone on weekdays, so that the dark tide in the family would not turn into a violent storm.Now, she didn't dare to guarantee that her husband could bear his anger, because the whole city of Beiping was in the wind and waves, how could a small wooden boat not shake? She spoke.She would rather not speak congenially and provoke her husband to be angry with her than watch their brothers quarrel. "Just came back from Qian's house? How is Mr. Qian? Can I eat something? I have to eat for bruises!" The answer taught Yunmei to understand, and he was relieved that he understood her intention. He went into his room.She is quite satisfied with herself.The second child smiled silently, laughing at the eldest's ignorance of current affairs. At this time, Mr. Guan came out wearing a half-worn silk robe.It can be seen from his half-worn clothes that the person he is visiting must not be some noble person.He went to number six.