Afterwards, Wu Yongshou always felt something was wrong, so he took back all the silver ingots and hid them under the bed, not allowing a single one to move.

But seven or eight days passed, and the two men seemed to have never appeared before, and there was no news at all.

On that day, Wu Yongshou sat by the bed, looking at his three sons. The number of times they came to find him during this period was afraid that even they could not count them.

"Dad, we all married a wife, but we never built a new house. We are always crowded with you and want others to make jokes."

"Yes, your stilt house is only that big, and it's so inconvenient for a dozen people to squeeze in."

"Since that box is a gift from a distinguished guest, you can spend it with peace of mind, why don't you let a single one move..."

Since the box appeared at home, the three sons did not farm the land, did not do business, and did not do business. They both pestered themselves all day long and insisted on taking out the money to share.

Listening to these clichés, Wu Yongshou was angry and scolded his sons for being ignorant. After hearing this, his youngest son who was most distressed, turned around and went downstairs.

"No matter how poor we are, I have raised you three to such an old age? I have arranged a wife for you again. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with? Humph, the third brother dares to throw a tantrum with me and rebel against him... Get out! Get out!" Wu Yongshou cursed and drove away his two sons, but the two sons were unmoved.

"You!" Wu Yongshou widened his eyes, but heard the sound of "dongdongdongdong" coming from the door.

The youngest son is back and is holding his beloved grandson.

"What are you doing!" Wu Yongshou shouted.

But the youngest son ignored it, but instead weighed the youngest grandson and leaned into the doll's ear and said:

"Axing, Axing... your clay man, candied haws, and crickets are not there."

The little grandson slapped:

"Dad, why? I want to make clay men, I want crickets! You give it to me, you buy it for me..."

"No buy!" The younger son was so stern.

Where can the little grandson accept it? He said:

"I don't! I don't! Daddy, buy it for me, buy it for me!"

"Shut up!" The slap on his butt, and the little grandson felt in pain and burst into tears.

"Cry!" the youngest son cursed:

"Don't talk about clay candied haws, there are no ones! You said you wanted to go to a private school when you grew up? Bah! Now you can't even afford to eat. You still want to starve you to death... "

When the young grandson heard that he was about to starve to death, he was so scared that he was so scared that he burst into tears.

The child cried endlessly, but the three brothers watched coldly at the same time, and none of them came forward to comfort him.

Wu Yongshou knew what his sons meant, so he turned his head and ignored him.

The little grandson cried gradually, and the little son pulled him over, whispered a few words in his ear, and then pointed at Wu Yongshou on the bed.

Wu Yongshou felt that his back was poked, and then the voice of his grandson came:

"Grandpa..."

Wu Yongshou only pretended to be asleep and ignored him, but the younger grandson was getting heavier and heavier. The "grandfather" in his mouth screamed so hard that people's hearts were melting. Where could Wu Yongshou suffer?

Finally, he turned over:

"explain!"

"Grandpa, Axing wants to study, and he will have a future. I will respect you very much... Grandpa, Axing doesn't want to be starved to death, wuwu..."

Wu Yongshou stood up, slapped his three sons in the faces, and stomped his feet out of the door.

"Three little beasts! Get out of here if you take it!"

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A few days later, the Wu family built three new stilt buildings, and each one was rarely four-storey, extremely spacious.

From then on, the villagers of Qianhuzhai often saw a strange scene - the Wu family, before dawn, they were all stuck in the entrance of the village, looking up, and seeing foreign merchants, they tried their best to collect the wine and food at home, just presenting them with great wine and food, for fear that others would run away...

"What should I eat if I don't go to work?" asked a villager.

"This is making contributions to Qianhuzhai. Do you know what to do?" The third brother of the Wu family rolled his eyes.

"Elder Wu doesn't care..." So someone asked Wu Yongshou, but only got a scolding:

"Get out! Come and ask me what the purpose of those three bastards are? Let them keep it! It has nothing to do with my old man if he starves to death."

After a few months of life, the villagers found that the three brothers of the Wu family had gained weight, and their wives stopped arguing with them. Instead, they were full of red all day long, as if they had encountered some great joy, and praised their husbands for being capable when they met everyone.

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It was Mid-Autumn Festival. Wu Yongshou washed up early and prepared to go to his three sons' house.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the traditions of Miaojiang are similar to those of the Central Plains. They not only need to be reunited, but also to sing and dance in the moon, which is called "moon jumping".

Not to mention, Miao Village has also started to eat a pasta from the Central Plains in recent years. The name Wu Yongshou is no longer remembered. I only remember that after this thing came, the Mid-Autumn Festival every year became more and more atmosphere.

Wu Yongshou's wife passed away a few years ago. After separating from her three sons, the family was even more empty. He felt lonely, but he couldn't bear to see his sons, so he had to live in silence and sulk alone.

It just so happened that today is Mid-Autumn Festival, so Wu Yongshou wanted to take this opportunity to get a good repair with his sons.

"I'm not for those three bastards. I miss my Axing... Axing, I don't know if you have grown taller, do you miss grandpa?" Wu Yongshou said to himself, not knowing who to say to, and then prepared to open the door.

"Elder Wu." A voice suddenly came from behind. Wu Yongshou was startled and turned his head. At some point, a young man in yellow sat on his bed.

"Who are you!" Wu Yongshou was shocked and couldn't help but question.

"Haha," the young man in yellow smiled faintly:

"Elder Wu has forgotten so much that I don't even remember it?"

"You?" Wu Yongshou looked at the young man in yellow carefully, and then suddenly realized:

"You are? The little Zhu from Lao Xiang's family! Hiss...what's name is? It's Zhu..."

"Zhu Yujin." The other party reminded.

"Yes, yes, yes, Zhu Yujin!" Wu Yongshou nodded repeatedly, then punched Zhu Yujin on the shoulder, and cursed with a smile:

"Boy! I have been learning for two years and I dare to tease me? I was shocked just now... How long did I come back?"

Zhu Yujin smiled:

"Just arrived, I'm back for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Wu Yongshou couldn't help but say:

"Although you are not Lao Xiang's own son, you are better than those of my family... Oh, let's not talk about it, are you anything else?"

Zhu Yujin nodded:

"some."

"Hmm? After that."

"Wu Yongshou got one thousand taels of silver in my teachings; the eldest son of the Wu family got eight hundred taels of gold and eighteen hundred taels of silver; the second son of the Wu family got one thousand taels of gold and four antiques; the third son of the Wu family got two thousand taels of silver, six antiques, and three pairs of calligraphy and paintings..."

After Zhu Yujin finished reading it, he looked at Wu Yongshou:

"According to verified, you have spent all this money."

It turns out that the person behind those "distinguished guests" is him!

Wu Yongshou frowned:

"What's the meaning?"

Zhu Yujin said:

"I want to ask Elder Wu for help and teach me something."

Wu Yongshou asked back:

"What teaching?"

"Three Pure Churches."

Wu Yongshou was shocked. He had heard of these three Puritans. He seemed to be a cult traitor and was as powerful as a Qin court. He must not be involved with them.

Looking at Wu Yongshou's eyes, Zhu Yujin nodded in a clear understanding:

"It seems that Elder Wu is unwilling to cooperate anymore?"

Wu Yongshou's face darkened:

"You want to threaten me?"

Zhu Yujin shook his head:

"Elder Wu said it to the Qianhuzhai. How dare I threaten you? You just need to give me the things you gave to you Wu's family. Xiao Zhu lifted his legs and left, and he would never be too verbose."

"No." Wu Yongshou answered simply:

"Since it's given, how can I take it back?"

Zhu Yujin smiled even brighter:

"Elder Wu must have taught me a lesson...what if you treat it as a reward for cooperation with me?"

Wu Yongshou refused without hesitation:
To be continued...