Yin Jinhua held his grandfather's body and cried bitterly. Looking at the people pointing and pointing, he felt extremely confused and desperate.
Grandpa died in a foreign country with only a few trivial coins left on him. What should she do? At least, she had to bury her grandfather first... maybe she could find a place to sell herself?
In the blurry field of vision, a short woman suddenly appeared. The woman squatted down and asked in a voice like an oriole: "What's your name?"
Yin Jinhua sniffed and said honestly: "Yin Jinhua."
"How old?"
"Eight years old."
"Where are you from?"
"Northern Anhui."
"Oh... are there any other relatives at home?"
Yin Jinhua cried: "No more. Grandma passed away early. As soon as my father died, my mother ran away, leaving only me and grandpa."
She sniffed, wiped her tears, and her vision became clear. In front of her was a woman not much older than herself, with bright eyes and white teeth.
The woman smiled and suddenly said: "In that case, how about you follow me?"
She was obviously very sad and desperate, but the smile of the woman in front of her was clear and pure, as comfortable as the breeze on this summer night.
Yin Jinhua instinctively trusted the woman in front of him and nodded: "Okay."
The woman was Fu Yunzhao. She stood up and waved to Fei Jingting behind her: "Brother Jingting, come and help."
Fei Jingting sighed, walked up to him and whispered: "Too troublesome... just give me some Da Yang, take them with you and take care of them?"
He is a grown man, and raising seventeen-year-old Fu Yunzhao is like raising a daughter. This time there is a younger one. He also has to practice Taoism and do some chores. How can he have time to take care of a little girl?
Fu Yunzhao smiled nonchalantly and said, "Just do one good deed that day."
Now that the matter has come to this, Fei Jingting will naturally not refute Fu Yunzhao's face. He cupped his hands and said, "Does anyone know where there is a coffin shop nearby? Please let me know. At least the old man can be accommodated first."
The enthusiastic man said something and immediately volunteered to find the coffin shop. After a while, he led a rich old man back.
Behind the old man was a donkey cart, which was pulling a coffin.
The old man took a look at the situation, cupped his hands and said, "Hey, that's pitiful... I am the owner of Zhou Ji's coffin shop. After hearing about this, he prepared a coffin first. If the guest is not satisfied, he can choose again later."
Fei Jingting greeted his boss, exchanged greetings, and then said: "Boss, I have just arrived in Jinmen and I don't have a place to stay yet. I need to ask my boss for help."
It was the first time Fei Jingting had encountered this kind of thing, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
The boss said: "This is easy to do. If you choose a coffin, you can put it in a yizhuang outside the city. If the guest is too far away, you can also find a ruined temple."
"Oh, then I'll ask the boss to help me with this." As he said that, Fei Jingting shook his hand and stuffed ten yuan in his hand.
The boss suddenly became happy and suppressed his joy and said: "Don't worry, sir, no one knows better than me. I promise to do it honorably when I turn around."
"That's good."
After this incident, he was not in a hurry to go to the hotel to stay. Fei Jingting took the girls, one old and one young, to the coffin shop first, selected a suitable coffin, and hired a mule cart to deliver it to the funeral home.
There was still some money left in the village, so the boss suggested inviting monks and Taoists to perform rituals.
Fei Jingting followed the good deeds, but he didn't care about being a monk. It happened that the Taoist priests in the Tianfei Palace were having a hard time, so he just handed over the task of fasting to them.
After everything was done at this time, Fei Jingting took the two little girls back to the hotel.
Unexpectedly, Yin Jinhua shook his head and said: "I, I won't go... I want to guard grandpa."
Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao looked at each other. There was nothing wrong with their granddaughter keeping vigil for her grandfather. The problem was that Yin Jinhua was only eight years old. Who could safely leave her alone in the yizhuang? What would happen if something went wrong?
If you don’t worry, you will naturally have to keep someone with you. Do you want to keep Fei Jingting or Fu Yunzhao?
Fei Jingting was in a dilemma when he saw Fu Yunzhao's eyes rolling around and said, "I'll go out first." Then he ran out.
After a while, she came back again, her face was cold, she didn't say anything, she just nodded towards Fei Jingting.
Is this a little white snake?
Fei Jingting became more and more envious. Why did Fu Yunzhao take all the good things? Why didn't he have such good luck?
Well, the matter was settled. Fei Jingting gave a few instructions, left the little white snake to look after Yin Jinhua, and took Fu Yunzhao to the hotel.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, the two discussed it over breakfast and split into two groups. Fu Yunzhao went to take care of the little girl, while Fei Jingting hurriedly found a house to stay.
After practicing the Heavenly Eye Technique, Fei Jingting's memory greatly improved and he could recall many knowledge from textbooks. For example, he now knows that it won't be long before the city gate of Jinmen will change into the King's Flag, Wan Clan, Zhi Clan, Feng Clan.
Warlords take turns to appear.
Therefore, this house cannot be chosen between the old city and Nanshi. If you have to choose, it must be chosen in the concession. Otherwise, if you go through wars and bandits, you don't know how many troubles will be caused.
Fei Jingting took out his bicycle and rode to the concession on familiar roads. Unexpectedly, he met an acquaintance halfway.
The rear frame of the car was pulled, and the body of the car was shaken for a moment. Fei Jingting hurriedly stretched out his legs to support him. When he looked back, he saw Editor Pang staring at him with surprise and joy.
"Jing Ting? It's really you!"
Fei Jingting secretly complained in his heart, thinking that if you don't dare to confirm your love, why don't you hold the bicycle first, are you afraid of being scolded by a bad-tempered person? But then he thought about it, Editor Pang's words were mean and mean,
Even if he is scolded, few people will be his opponents.
Fei Jingting smiled and said: "Editor Pang, how are you after I haven't seen you for a long time?"
"Anhao Anhao," Chief Editor Pang complained after he was overjoyed, frowning and scolding: "Tell me about you, you left without saying a word, how do you calculate the monthly royalties? Besides, Tian Long Ba Bu has already
After finishing the book, several bookstores approached me to publish it, and I can’t make the decision on my own without you."
Fei Jingting doesn't care about the manuscript fee, how much is it? Fei Jingting doesn't even care about publishing.
He then said: "I will ask Editor Pang to collect the manuscript fee on his behalf. You can make the final decision on the publication. We will write the book together. I think Editor Pang will not just find an unreliable bookstore."
"You are really the boss." Editor Pang said: "Okay, I will help you collect the manuscript fee and deliver it to your door later. I will consider the publication... But, Jing Ting, this Tian Long Ba Bu is
The book has been finished, do you have any new ideas recently?"
Looking at Editor Pang's hopeful eyes, Fei Jingting suddenly understood that this editor was probably addicted to writing.
Fei Jingting thought about it for a while, but he just wanted to write an outline of more than 10,000 words. He could complete it in a week by taking some time every day. It seemed that it would not take much effort. Then he said: "To be honest with Editor Pang, I really have some ideas."
"Oh?" Pang Shibi was happy: "I know Jing Ting can't sit still, tell me quickly, what's your idea this time?"
Fei Jingting looked around with a wry smile and said, "It doesn't look good on the street, right? Besides, I just returned to Jinmen and I haven't found a house to stay yet. Otherwise..."
"Oh, it's me, Meng Lang. In this case, Jingting will be busy first and then go back and make an outline. Let's talk about it again?"
"good."
"Then it's a deal. When you go back to look for a house, you must tell me. I'll give you the phone number of the newspaper office. You can just call me and tell me."
After finally getting rid of Editor Pang, Fei Jingting just got on his bicycle and was stopped by an acquaintance before he could ride out.
"Mr. Fei!"
A greeting came from across the street. I turned around and saw Bai Zhenyong running over in a few steps. He said with the same surprise: "It's really you. When did Mr. Fei come back?"
"Chief Bai, it's been a long time. I just arrived last night."
"Oh, Mr. Fei didn't know that you left in a hurry. By the time Director Yang received the letter, you had already been gone for a whole day."
The post office these days is not very timely. It can deliver the letter without losing it in the process. So it took more than two days for Fei Jingting's letter to be delivered to Yang Jinglin.
Fei Jingting smiled and said nothing. He just wrote to inform him because he was afraid of trouble, otherwise he would not know when he would be able to escape from Jinmen.
Bai Zhenyong said again: "But Mr. Fei's step of going out to hide from the limelight is excellent!" He looked around, lowered his voice and came over and said: "As soon as you left, there were many Japanese people asking for news about you. I guess it was from Japan.
You are unwilling to do so and plan to do evil things to you."
Fei Jingting knew very well how aggressive the Japanese were, so he planned to find a house in the concession. As long as the Japanese did not send troops to besiege him with firearms, Fei Jingting was confident that few people could threaten him these days.
After chatting, Bai Zhenyong asked: "Mr. Fei, are you going?"
"I just returned to Jinmen and plan to find a house to stay."
Bai Zhenyong slapped his thigh and said, "You should ask me for this matter. Director Yang has a lot of houses in his hands, what kind do you want?"
"Aren't you afraid of trouble?"
Fei Jingting was not short of money and didn't want to waste favors for three melons and two dates. Repaying a debt of favor was much more troublesome than a shining ocean.
"What's the trouble? Do you choose the public concession or the French Concession? Oh, the house you were interested in in the concession is still vacant. How about you move there again?"
A house in the Italian Concession?
It is a small two-story building with a total height of more than 300 square meters. The front yard is not big and the back yard is not small.
Seeing Fei Jingting's hesitation, Bai Zhenyong said again: "I won't hide it from you, Mr. Fei, if you want to rent a house here in Jinmen, I dare not say 80%, but there is at least a 50% chance that the house you rent will be our director Yang's house.
"
Ouch! This is not a small tone.
Fei Jingting asked further: "Director Yang...has a lot of real estate in his hands?"
"Not much, just over three thousand sets."
Fei Jingting pondered for a while and thought that it would be better to live back in the small second floor of the Italian Concession. Then he said, "Then I'll live in the apartment in the Italian Concession. Let's make an agreement first and I'll pay the rent."
, otherwise I would rather find another house.”
Bai Zhenyong agreed: "It's all up to you. Just wait, I'll ask someone to bring the key."