Chapter 8 good man

Mrs. Wang dislikes being called Mrs. Wang; she calls herself Ms. Mu Fengzhen, and she would like to be called that.Her husband is very rich, and she spends it honestly; after spending his money, and being called Ms. Mu, she feels that she is an independent woman, and she doesn't just point out her husband for dinner. Not to mention how busy Ms. Mu is all day long, and wearing a long futai, she is so busy that she can hardly breathe.Needless to say, just take the car and say, Ms. Mu—that is, Ms. Mu! ——How many times a day do you have to go up and down.Which gathering does not have her, which public welfare event does not have her?If it were someone else, then two fat legs would be exhausting enough.Ms. Mu is not afraid, she dedicated her life to the society; no matter how fat her legs were, she had to try to carry them into the car.She loves herself forever, but loves others more. She is here to save the world.

Before Ms. Mu got up, the maid came in to answer the question.She has told the free people more than once: she didn't get up, and she was not allowed to come in and answer.A maid is a maid, calling her "free" is useless, she is born with no idea what is good or bad.She really wanted to pick up the small table lamp beside the bed and throw it at Liberty, but she felt that Liberty was not as valuable as the table lamp, so she didn't throw it. "Freedom, how many times have I told you!" Ms. Mu looked at the clock, and it was almost nine o'clock. She calmed down a little, not for anything else, but because she liked that she could sleep until nine o'clock, and her health must be good; She has to feel sorry for herself for society, she needs long sleep.

"No, ma'am, ma'am!" Liberty wanted to explain. "Say, what's the matter! Don't dawdle!" "Mr. Fang wants to see Ma'am." "Which Mr. Fang? There are so many Mr. Fang, you can still talk!" "Teacher, Mr. Fang." "What about him?" "He said his wife died!" Liberty seemed very sad for Mr. Fang. "Needless to say, I want money again!" Ms. Mu took out a small wallet from under the pillow: "Go, give him the twenty and tell him to leave quickly; tell me, I won't see anyone before breakfast."

Freedom took the money and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the master again: "Ask Boai to put away the bath water; when you come back, you open the window of this room. I have to tell you everything right now, it's really exhausting! Where's the young master?" "It's time for school, ma'am." "You didn't even give me a kiss, just leave, okay," Ms. Mu nodded again and again, the fat on her cheeks moved. "Young Master said, I'll give you a kiss after lunch after school." Freedom knows what kiss, pie and bath are. "Go, don't talk nonsense; it's a lot of work!"

Walking out freely and briskly, Ms. Mu thought: Mr. Fang's family has a funeral, what should the second young master do?What kind of person died for no reason, and made the young master waste several days of study!Ms. Mu pays great attention to the education of her children.Bo Ai knocked on the door, "The water is ready, ma'am." Ms. Mu went to the bathroom in her pajamas.The snow-white bathtub was filled with mostly lukewarm water.Convex glass, white tile walls, surrounded by some heat and perfume.A big mirror, a few big white towels; a soap box, a bottle of bath salts, all well polished.She felt better.Putting her fat legs in the water, she froze for a while; the slight irritation of the water to the skin made her a little dazed in comfort.She remembered something she had long forgotten.Sitting in the basin, she looked at her white and fat legs; the legs were obviously fatter in the water, and she felt more confused.With a little water, she gently washed her neck; after two washes, she remembered the long-forgotten thing—her own youth: how slender and beautiful her body was twenty years ago!She seemed not to know herself.Thinking of her husband and children, they are obviously not very clear, they seem to be strangers.She picked up a lot of water and washed vigorously, watching her skin turn red.She felt better and was no longer dazed.She is not just a wife, a mother; she is the mother of all, the mentor of all female compatriots.She has studied in a foreign country and knows the general trend of the world. Her bounden duty is to save the world.

But saving the world is not easy!Two years ago, when she remembered, she advocated bathing and publicized everywhere: "Without a bathtub, it's not a family!" What was the result?The stupidity of human beings, the tongue is spoken, and they don't understand!Touching her neck and legs, she thought she should be discouraged, allowing the world to become a kennel, without a bathtub and sanitation!But she couldn't be discouraged, and if she wanted to sacrifice, she had to sacrifice to the end.She shouted for freedom: "Just open the window for five minutes!" "It's all locked up, ma'am!" replied Liberty.

Ms. Mu returned to the bedroom.In five minutes, the room was completely filled with fresh air.She has to take a deep breath every morning.The air in the courtyard was too cool, and opening the windows for five minutes was enough for her to breathe.Bending down first, she was proud that her hands could still reach her toes. Although her legs were bent a lot, the tips of her hands touched her toes.Pitched three times, she then fed her lungs five or six times upright.She immediately felt the color of the blood all over her body changed, it was bright red, as hot and bright as the morning sun. "Freedom, let's eat!"

Ms. Mu hates that most people eat too much, so her breakfast is very simple: a large plate of ham and eggs, two pieces of buttered bread, grass fruit jam, and a cup of coffee with milk.She once advocated frugal food: don't eat five or six corn buns, or four big bowls of black noodles, but eat more milk and butter.No response; good things go unanswered.She had no choice but to implement this idea by herself, and hired a cook who could cook Western food.Eating ham and eggs, she thought of Mr. Fang.Mr. Fang gets 20 yuan a month for teaching the second young master to read, which is not a small amount.She was afraid that poor people would have more opportunities to earn money; money in her hands was money, but in the hands of the poor it was a disaster.It's not that she can't give Mr. Fang a few more yuan, but she refuses, firstly because she is afraid of being wronged, and secondly because she is afraid of getting Mr. Fang into trouble.Even with this, I have just taught for a few months and killed my wife.However, Mr. Fang is pitiful after all.She had to try to comfort Mr. Fang: "Freedom, ask the cook to send ten of 'my' eggs to Mr. Fang; tell Mr. Fang not to overcook them, but to eat them tender!"

Ms. Mu sipped the aftertaste of the coffee, imagining that Mr. Fang would become healthy after eating tender eggs, enough to withstand the grief of losing his wife.Then I thought about it, since Mr. Fang lost his wife and had no one to cook for him, it would be best for her to provide him with two meals in the future.She's always been so considerate to others; she can't help it, she's used to it.To provide him with two meals, but he has to give him a few dollars less.He has a few dollars less, but he can eat comfortably.Mr. Fang should thank her for her understanding and love.She is always considerate and sympathetic to others, but who is sympathetic to her and sympathetic to her?Thinking of this, she felt that life was nothing but an empty thing; she could no longer fall in love with anyone, and could no longer bring back her youth; she could only serve others, but who would appreciate her and sympathize with her?

She dared not think any more of the dreadful thing, which was enough to drive her mad.She went to the study to see the day's work; work, only work enriched her, made her tired, made her sleep soundly, made her feel happy and her own value. Her secretary, Ms. Feng, has been waiting in the study for more than one hour.Ms. Feng is only twenty-three years old, not ugly, and earns twelve yuan a month.Ms. Mu gave her the title of secretary. It is said that with such a name, she can get by without money.Ms. Mu has such a wide range of contacts. As her secretary, of course she will have the opportunity to meet a rich man; if you marry a rich man and have food and drink for the rest of your life, wouldn't it be better than earning fifty or sixty yuan now?Ms. Mu is always so thoughtful and far-sighted in planning for others.Seeing Ms. Feng, Ms. Mu sighed: "Hey! What's the matter today? Tell me!" She fell down on a big chair.

Ms. Feng has already prepared the notebook: "This morning is, Ms. Mu, the school exhibition for the blind and dumb. The meeting will start at 10:20: 11:10, the Women's Association, your chairman; at 12:00, Zhang home wedding; afternoon," "Wait a minute," Ms. Mu sighed again, "Have the Zhang family's congratulatory gifts been delivered?" "It's been delivered, a pair of flower baskets, twenty-eight dollars, very decent." "Ah, the gift of twenty-eight dollars is not too thin——" "Last time when Mr. Wang celebrated his birthday, the Zhang family gave him a birthday scroll, not—" "It's different now, Mr. Zhang's status is higher than before; forget it, and I'll make up for it later. There are a few pieces in the afternoon thing?" "Five meetings!" "Hmph! Don't tell me, I can't remember. Let's talk about it when I come back from the Zhang family." Ms. Mu lit a cigarette and smoked, thinking that the gift from the Zhang family seemed too thin. "Ms. Feng, please write it down and treat Zhang Jiaxin and his wife to dinner next Friday or Saturday, and remind me again on Wednesday." Ms. Feng quickly wrote it down. "Don't forget to ask me what banquet the Zhang family has set up, don't forget." "Yes, Ms. Mu." Ms. Mu didn't want to go to a school for the blind and dumb, but she was afraid that the photo in the exhibition would not be suitable for her if she wasn't included in the photo.She decided to go a little later, at best just in time to take pictures.Having decided so, she wanted to have a few more words with Ms. Feng, not because there was anything cute about Ms. Feng, but because she felt empty and wanted to say something...to relieve boredom.She thought of Mr. Fang: "Feng, Mr. Fang's wife has passed away. I sent him twenty yuan and ten chickens. I blame poor Mr. Fang!" Ms. Mu's eyes were really wet. Ms. Feng knew that Mr. Fang came to see Mrs. Wang by herself, but she didn't see her, so she gave him twenty yuan, but she knew the master's temper: "Mr. Fang is so pitiful! But I also met someone like Ms. Wang and rushed to give him a gift. Take the money and go!" Ms. Mu had a little smile on her face, "I will always treat people like this; even if I do this, I can't get anything good. The world is ruthless!" "Who doesn't know the charity and enthusiasm of the lady!" "Hey! Maybe!" The smile on Ms. Mu's face expanded a little more reassuringly. "Second Young Master's book will go to waste for a few more days!" Ms. Feng seemed very concerned. "No, don't tell me to calm down for a while!" "How about I teach him first? I'm not very good at it!" "Why can't you! I really forgot this method! You teach him first, I can't help you!" "Don't pay me again, anyway, it's just a matter of a few days, and Mr. Fang will ask Mr. Fang to teach after the work is over." Ms. Mu thought for a while, "Feng, is it okay to do it this way? You just keep teaching, and I will give you a total of twenty-five yuan a month. Wouldn't it be a big deal?" "I'm just a little sorry, Mr. Fang!" "That's nothing, anyway, he lost his wife, and the family's chewing grain is small; when I get a chance, I'll give him another ten-eight yuan thing; that's nothing! I should go, hey! Day after day, it's really exhausting !"