"I can't think of it and think about it slowly. Sometimes it's like this. The more I think about it, the less I can think of it."
Wen Chen was heartless and anxious to see Wen Yao.
Feng Junan shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.
When Yuan Rui went out, Wen Yao took care of some of the palace's internal affairs. Yuan Rui was right. Neither Princess Jing nor the old princess liked to deal with such chores. They were handed over to her as the housekeeper on the first day they entered the house.
Other families were fighting over the power of the housekeeper, but in the palace, the housekeeper was like a hot potato, and no one wanted to take care of it.
Wen Yao was already good at this, so she took it over without any hesitation. She spent several days sorting out these properties, as well as the human relations in the palace, and had no time to go out.
As soon as things were settled, Yuanhua and the other two came in with a serious look on their faces: "Wen Chen, Feng Junan, you two kneel down!"
Two people: "..."
Wen Chen was very used to kneeling down. He had knelt down often when he was a child, so he was used to it. Sometimes, when Wen Yao's face sank, he would kneel down subconsciously.
Feng Junan hesitated for a while and said: "Kneel down to the sky and kneel to your parents, why should I kneel to you?"
Wen Yao didn't force it: "That's right, you are no one like me. It's my fault. I taught you a lesson like Wen Chen, so you don't have to kneel down."
"Plop!"
Feng Jun Anli knelt down: "Okay, sister, I will call you sister, and I will also be your brother from now on. Don't go back on your word, dear."
Wen Yao: "..."
"Then you have to ask Su Qiuyue if she is willing to give birth to you once. Stop talking so much. Do you know why you are being punished?"
Wen Chen rolled his eyes: "Because of Sister Huahua's matter, eldest sister, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken Sister Huahua to that place and put her in danger."
Wen Yao's face became darker: "You took Huahua to the land of fireworks? Wen Chen, you are looking for death. Why don't I beat you for a few days? If this gets out, will Huahua still have a good reputation?"
Yuanhua advised: "Yaoyao, don't be angry. I have to go. It has nothing to do with them. Stop scolding, calm down, and have a cup of tea."
"Okay, I won't scold you anymore. Let's give each of you twenty blows."
Yuanhua: "..."
"Then you continue to scold me. A few curse words won't make you lose any weight."
Wen Chen said honestly, "Okay, let's accept the punishment. Big sister, I will go and receive the punishment myself later. Now I want to talk to you about business."
Wen Chen sat down cross-legged, moved to her side, and told her about the recent events. Wen Yao clenched her fists several times and wanted to hit someone. They really didn't know how high the level of heaven and earth was!
In the end, I didn't interrupt him. The matter was over and there was no point in fighting anymore.
"Sister, what should we do now? We have no idea."
Wen Yao sighed: "You are so stupid. The underworld matters are solved by the underworld people, why do you need to take risks yourself? Have you forgotten Mr. Cao? If you ask him to investigate, it will not be more effective than you?"
"
"Yes, why did I forget?"
When Wen Chen was kicked out of his home and was living outside, he established a small gang, and Cao Peiran was in charge of it. He was considered a member of the public, and had a wide network of contacts, so he was the most suitable person to investigate this kind of thing.
Wen Yao warned: "You are from Dali Temple now, so be careful when you see him. You can ask him to help you get information, but you can't let others know that he is yours, otherwise Mr. Cao will also be in danger.
There is also the matter of Prince Cheng, just treat it as if you don’t know anything about it, we can’t get involved in this kind of thing, the further away the better.”
Feng Junan asked: "But won't that Hu Wantong be arrested?"
"Alien spies can't be caught in a moment. There is no Hu Wantong who can find a way to find the next clue. Maybe Hu Wantong has been silenced. Can he wait for you to catch him?"
The three people's hearts sank. It was really possible that Hu Wantong was exposed. Can the aliens keep him?
"Be careful lately. There are many things that you can't get involved in. You are all too young."
The three people had strange faces. Wen Yao was about the same age as them, but much more experienced than them.
"Don't be too fussy. You guys are still not in the mainstream, and the bosses won't deal with you. Just don't step on other people's taboos."
Wen Yao was afraid of scaring them, so she comforted them and said, "It's lunch time soon. I'll ask the kitchen to cook more, so let's eat here."
"Okay, big sister, I want to eat sweet and sour fish."
Wen Chen got up, sat down with his legs crossed, took a sip of tea, and took his order.
Wen Yao didn't reprimand him. He had this kind of morality since he was a child and couldn't change it.
Seeing Feng Junan, he asked, "I asked you to take more care of Wen Ze. How is he doing lately? He has been weak since he was a child and is most afraid of the cold. Don't let him freeze."
Feng Junan slapped his forehead and said with a bitter face: "I, I forgot."
Wen Yao was speechless, "How long has it been since you last visited him?"
"Ten days? Half a month? It seems like more than a month."
Wen Yao: "..."
Don't pretend to be dead and become real dead, he said angrily: "Stop eating, why don't you go and see him, and you, Wen Chen, how can you be my brother?"
Come on, stop eating the sweet and sour fish. Feng Junan and Wen Chen hurried to the farmhouse in the suburbs, hoping that Wen Ze could resist.
Wen Ze has stayed in his own yard since he was a child. It is easy for the Wen family to ignore this fifth young master. Now that he has not shown up for many days, no one cares about him, as if he does not exist.
Su Qiuyue only cared about warmth, thinking that her youngest son was dead, and couldn't even remember it.
Poor Wen Ze, although he is alive, he feels as if he is dead.
The two arrived and secretly peeked into the yard. They saw a thin young man sorting firewood. The empty body under his coarse cotton clothes showed that he was not in good health.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, just be alive.
Wenze coughed a few times, threw the firewood into a round earthen kiln-like thing, then lit a fire, stretched out his hand to warm the fire, and sat outside to wait.
The face was still fair and handsome, and still sickly pale, but it was better than before when it was difficult to walk.
I was busy making a living all day long, worrying about food and clothing, forcing myself to move, and was not in the mood to think about my illness, but slowly I got better.
A middle-aged woman walked out of the room and said, "Ah Wu, you can go to the village chief's house later to help write letters. You can earn five cents."
"okay, I get it."
"Also, I'm going to town tomorrow to sell charcoal. Your Uncle Zhang has to work hard in the mountains to chop wood. Can you go by yourself?"
"I'll give it a try, it should work."
Wen Ze smiled bitterly in his heart, he had to do it even if he didn't. If he didn't sell the charcoal, he wouldn't even be able to celebrate the New Year.
He didn't expect that the fifth young master who was so pampered in the past would actually make a living by selling charcoal.
For so many days, no one came to see him. He thought that he was just a burden picked up by the family. If he wanted to have enough to eat, he had to work hard to make money, otherwise he would have to become a beggar.
He learned about the charcoal selling business from books, including the earthen kiln, which he built himself. The charcoal produced has less smoke and is more resistant to burning. It is very popular among residents in the town.