Seeing the little maid leave angrily, Feng An looked at his husband with a somewhat speechless expression.
"Master, you shouldn't have thrown the book just now..."
Even if you don't like it, you can just put it away and ignore it. How can you throw it directly to the ground in front of the maid who delivered the letter? It is no different from provocation.
Feng An frowned and kept mumbling.
"I don't know if Miss Qingju will complain to Madam Shen when she goes back. Let's follow the Shen family's motorcade. If we offend Madam Shen, Master... ugh!"
Before he finished speaking, he sighed heavily, obviously feeling that his master had done something wrong.
Feng Yutang listened to him with a pale face, and clenched his hands so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.
He wanted to refute, but did he have to tell Mrs. Shen that he wanted to ask about the fragrance of pen and ink and what kind of fragrance she used?
But there is no way to explain the throwing of the book. Could it be that he threw the book away out of guilt because someone came in?
If he said this, his thoughts would be nakedly exposed in front of others, and the Shen family would definitely drive him out.
But if he didn't explain, he would be misunderstood by Madam Shen again. Feng Yutang's lips turned white when he thought that he had become a disgusting person in Madam Shen's heart.
When Feng An saw his master like this, he couldn't bear to talk to him anymore. If his master didn't like Mrs. Shen, then he didn't like her. As long as he avoided her on weekdays, there wouldn't be any disputes.
"If you don't want to see Mrs. Shen in the future, just avoid her, but you can't show your dislike anymore. Let's go to Qiongzhou, and the younger one will rent a house immediately. Then the master will be comfortable."
In the past, there was a young lady who wanted to pester Feng Yutang, and Feng An got a lot of love for him. This time, he also regarded Da Ya as someone who wanted to get close to Feng Yutang.#@$&
"I know what to do, just get out."
Feng Yutang's face became colder and colder after listening to the boy's words.
He didn't want Daya to misunderstand, nor did he want to stay away from her.
Feng Yutang stayed alone in the room for a long time. He also picked up the book that was thrown on the ground, carefully wiped off the dust on it, and placed it in the book box with great care.
……%&(&
Qing Ju came back angrily. Da Ya had just finished washing her hair. She dried her hair with a handkerchief, and her shiny black hair was spread behind her like satin.
Her face was flushed, and her lips were moist and red.
There is no ugly person in the Shen family, and Da Ya has become even more beautiful and charming after she has grown up in the past two years.
When Qingju saw how beautiful her wife was, and then thought about Feng Yutang, that abominable husband, who secretly threw away the book given by her wife, the fire in her heart started to rise.
"What's wrong? It's like a cockfight. Who made our little Qingju angry?"
Da Ya put the handkerchief on the screen, walked closer and tapped the tip of the little maid's nose, her eyes full of smiles.
Because the Shen family was halfway rich, Da Ya still remembered the hard times she had lived before, so she was very kind to the little maids and had no airs of being a master at all.
Qingju was already used to her wife's teasing. She was kind to her, so she felt even more sorry for her.
"Humph! It's all that Feng Langjun!"
"Oh? What's wrong with Feng Langjun?"
Da Ya's curiosity was aroused by her. Although she didn't have much contact with Feng Yutang, she could tell that he was a gentle gentleman. It was strange that Qing Ju was so angry.
The little maid puffed up her face and had no intention of hiding anything for Feng Yutang.
She hoped that her wife would recognize Feng Yutang's true identity as soon as possible, and she would not give him anything in the future, so as not to have it secretly thrown away behind his back, which would be a thankless task.
"Madam, I just went to deliver chicken soup to him. Guess what I bumped into? The book you gave him, he actually threw it away when he got home! Why is this person so over the top? Madam likes that book the most.
Miss Ling'er is reluctant to see you, but now she gives it to him, but he still dislikes it!"
Qingju became angry just thinking about it and wanted to snatch the book back.
Da Ya's expression froze, "Could it be a misunderstanding? Feng Xiaolang doesn't seem like this kind of person..."
When she delivered the book, she clearly saw the surprise in Feng Yutang's eyes, so how could she turn around and throw it away.
"Huh! You know people but don't know their hearts. Madam, you are too simple. You should stay away from him in the future, so as not to know what he is saying about you behind your back!"
Qing Ju is completely dissatisfied with Feng Yutang now. If she wasn't just a little maid who couldn't speak, she would have kicked out the Feng family long ago.
Da Ya pinched her fingers and nodded slightly.
"knew."
She felt a little disappointed. Feng Yutang was a rare elegant scholar she had ever seen. She didn't expect that his character was not worthy of scrutiny. Da Ya was a pity after all.
However, she and Feng Yutang were strangers after all. Although they had met a few times, they didn't have much interaction. Since Feng Yutang didn't like her, she could just stay away.
"Don't tell grandma about this matter. From now on, we will take a detour to Mr. Feng's house."
"Why."
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Qiongzhou.
This winter, all the strong laborers in Qiongzhou went to the coal mines to dig coal. They knew that other places had been hit by disasters and needed coal for heating, so everyone worked hard.
The excavated coal was sent to the disaster-stricken areas by Shen Yanqing. He did not send the coal for free. Zhao Jing exempted Qiongzhou from taxes for three years, which made the people extremely happy.
Without taxes, Shen Yanqing and Jiang Miao provided high-yielding crop seeds, and there was a lot of work to do in Qiongzhou City. As long as they worked hard, everyone could live a good life.
Now the people of Qiongzhou feel that they are full of energy and their days are going well.
The coal was first sent to Suzhou. It snowed heavily a few days ago. The houses on the streets were crushed and the livestock raised by the people were buried in the heavy snow.
The firewood has been burned out, and the mountains are blocked by heavy snow and it is impossible to go out. In addition, the people in Suzhou are no different from those in Qiongzhou before. They are too poor to even buy thick clothes. If they go out for a long time, they may freeze to death.
The people stayed at home, feeling the biting cold wind, and the streets were filled with hungry pedestrians.
The government provided porridge several times, but because too many people were affected by the disaster, the government was powerless.
"Sir, the government's food supply will soon be exhausted. What should we do next?"
Zhou Yuan, the prefect of Suzhou, was so worried that his hair turned white. He sighed heavily after hearing what his men said and asked.
"How much food is left and how long can it last? Have you got firewood?"
After several questions in a row, his subordinates also frowned.
"It's only enough to last for half a month. There are so many disaster victims in Suzhou. Even if they only drink one bowl of porridge every day, they need tens of thousands of kilograms of food every day. Sir, we don't have that much food!"
"There is also firewood. The mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and those dead trees have long been buried by the snow. My subordinates led people up the mountain before and almost fell into the cliff. It was too difficult to collect firewood."
Zhou Yuan didn't want to pay the price with his men's lives, but the situation in Suzhou was really critical now. Seeing so many victims on the street, he had nothing to do. This kind of pain kept him awake at night.
