One Hundred and Forty-Four: The Correct Posture of Brushing Favor (2)

Thinking of all the despair and despair his wife and daughter had encountered before they died, Meng Hun felt his body was burned, his eyes were stained with blood, and his eyes were tearing apart!

His anger was raging, and it gradually infected other people, and the delicious hot soup he was drinking in his mouth lost its taste.

"Captain, we have plenty of opportunities to take revenge. Next time we see that little bastard Meng Hun, we will definitely chop him up to commemorate his sister-in-law and niece's spirit in heaven." The man on the side raised his left hand and patted Meng Hun's shoulder, making a dull moan. snap,

His right hand was injured. He had just cleaned the wound with clean water, applied medicine, and hung it around his neck with a white cloth. It was a bit inconvenient to move.

"Yes, my sister-in-law and niece are alive in the sky, and they will definitely bless us to kill that little beast Meng Qu smoothly. Good people should be rewarded with good rewards." The other person said in a low voice. What to say, comforting people is not a strong point.

Meng Hun was awakened by the force on his shoulders, his face was still gloomy, but he finally didn't continue to indulge in hatred and couldn't extricate himself.

Seeing Meng Hun's reaction like this, the rest of the people couldn't help showing distressed and worried expressions.

The person who led them through life and death was this burly seven-foot man in front of them, and the person who stepped forward to save their lives in times of crisis was also this person. Even though he was living in poverty, he was also the one who took care of them from time to time!

On the contrary, what did Mengshi do?

Part of their current glory and wealth is due to the shadow of their ancestors, and the other part is the blood, sweat and flesh of ordinary people!

Therefore, when Meng Hun suppressed his emotions and directly said "I want to rebel", they all followed him to rebel against the Meng family without hesitation.

Compared with the Meng family who relied on the shadow of their ancestors, they were more convinced by Meng Hun.

"Good people are rewarded with good rewards?" Meng Hun murmured and repeated these words, as if he had lost his soul, and buried his face covered with dried blood into his palms.

If good people are rewarded with good things, how could his virtuous wife and shrewd daughter be reduced to such a fate?

In the hidden cave, several big men looked at each other silently, each with their own thoughts, and they tacitly agreed not to disturb Meng Hun.

The farm was shrouded in moonlight, silent.

Today's Xu Ke can be regarded as the confidant of the master's family. He can be regarded as the top leader in the farm. Sub-History Collection.

Today, after finishing the calculation, he did not take out the letter. Instead, he took off his cloak and put it over his shoulders, and picked up the oil lamp on the table.

Squeak——

Raising your hand to block the wind, lest the night wind blow out the oil lamp, you came to the compartment next to the kitchen where sundries and ingredients were piled up.

Lifting up the lamp and taking a closer look, the things that had been prepared had indeed disappeared, and even the footprints on the ground had been deliberately erased.

"The courtesy is light and the affection is heavy. It's good that this gift... can be delivered to the heart." Xu Ke looked around the cubicle, with a faint smile on his face, and then a little sad look, "Tsk, even though it's so Said, but this time it cost six, two or seven dollars..."

More than half of it was spent at one time, and if I knew it, I would have withdrawn more from Mr. Lang.

Xu Ke frowned, closed the door of the compartment while protecting the oil lamp, and went back to the room step by step.

These days, ordinary people eat meat only once a year, and those two packs of pork belly are precious.

Besides, he bought those medicinal materials and white cloth from the pharmacy specially.

Those brand new quilts, warm clothes, pottery bowls and chopsticks, all the odds and ends, cost six or seven dollars!

I just hope that I don't miss this time, if I end up with a meat bun and beat a dog with no return... Hehe, he feels that his lord who loves to be a monster may be difficult to appease, and it will not be himself who will face the other party's anger. ?

Close the door to block the cold outside.

Xu Ke moved the charcoal basin slightly closer to him, and the coldness all over his body was reduced by half, and his stiff and cold hands and feet gradually warmed up.

"We'll see how that group of people react tomorrow... then we'll know..." Xu Ke muttered, looking at a scroll of bamboo slips borrowed from Jiang Pengji's study with the help of lamp oil for a while, sometimes frowning, sometimes suddenly enlightened, looking at it Get mesmerized and completely forget myself.

In the early morning of the second day, the concierge of Liu's Mansion yawned and left the corner gate. At this time, a simple and low-key carriage drove up from the alley.

With a cry, the horse stopped, and the carriage stopped directly in front of the gate of Liu Mansion.

The concierge rubbed his sleepy eyes, fixed his eyes on the decorations painted on the carriage, and the corresponding family immediately appeared in his mind.

Isn't this the driver of Mr. Erlang's Xixi——Mr. Wei Gongcao's house?

Mr. Wei is really dedicated. He came to teach Mr. Lang after his condition improved?

The concierge secretly guessed in his heart, while asking the butler to come over, he stepped forward to greet him.

However, the person who got out of the car was not Wei Gongcao, but a young man of about the same age.

The man was tall, wearing an obviously newly made Confucian shirt, with a cloak covering his head, and his black hair was tied neatly with a hair crown.

According to his attire, this should be a scholar who studies literature, not to mention the aura of his whole body, just his height alone gives people a natural sense of oppression. If you look closely, that face is deeper than others, not like Zhongyuan. People, more like those in northern Xinjiang.

The young man got down on the sedan chair, and turned to lift the curtain of the car. The one who came out behind was Mr. Wei Gongcao, Mr. Wei Gongcao, Mr. Lang Jun's teacher.

"Mr. Gongcao, the Liu residence has arrived."

Qi Guanrang still maintained a stern expression, perhaps due to the influence of the light during the day, the coldness in his eyes was far less intense than at night.

Wei Gongcao looked up at the sky, and then at the still closed gate of Liu Mansion, only the corner gate was slightly open.

When the servants saw Wei Yuan, they thought he was here to teach Lang Jun. Who would have thought that he came here to resign in person today?

Hearing the intention of Wei Yuan's visit, Liu She immediately lost all the sleepiness left behind, and her face became solemn.

"But my son is stubborn, how did he offend brother Cao?"

Although he had acquiesced in Jiang Pengji's going to study in Langya, he never thought that Wei Yuan would personally come to the door to resign.

After thinking about it, his heart skipped a beat, probably because Jiang Pengji didn't know what was going on, and said something to Wei Yuan in private.

Offending people is still the second thing. The important thing is that Wei Yuan's status and reputation among Dongqing Confucian scholars are not low!

If there is no reasonable explanation for this matter, in terms of the current trend, my daughter's public opinion does not take any reason.

To be a teacher for a day is to be a father for life, and the way of teaching is also filial piety.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Zhongqing doesn't have to be like this, this matter is also the result of my deliberation, it's not that there is something wrong with Lanting."

Qi Guanrang, regardless of his status or age, was not enough to intervene in the conversation between the two, so he simply sat behind Wei Yuan as the background board.

Wei Yuan brought him to the Liu Mansion, Qi Guan made himself extremely surprised.

He knew in his heart that Wei Yuan regarded him as his future son-in-law, but he treated him so favorably before even writing his horoscope, which was beyond his expectation.

"Since it's not that Lan Ting is stubborn, how can Brother Gong Cao resign?" (To be continued.)