After sending the unconscious farmers home one by one and calming the panic of the villagers, it was already evening.
It's just that the few people who went to the orphan's grave haven't come back yet.
Looking at the golden-armored corpse standing in the yard like an iron tower, the deaf mother-in-law, grandma Mai and others didn't have any good way to deal with it for a while.
But since he can be controlled by Zhang Chao, he should be kept at home according to the "old rules".
Anyway, a sheep is being driven, and a group of sheep is being herded...
Before dinner, Chen Fu, who had gone out to work for a day, came back with several big bags in his hands.
The most eye-catching thing among them is the golden cigarette stick promised to be given to Grandma Mai.
But instead of one, there are two.
Of course, it's not made of pure gold.
Heaven and earth conscience, this is not because Chen Fu is stingy or short of money, but because the tobacco stem made of pure gold will affect the taste of smoking.
Even the best cut tobacco can't bring out the original flavor.
The two sticks bought by Chen Fu are much more particular:
The total length is nine inches and nine, taking the nine and nine into one, which means infinite perfection.
Cigarette holder made of jade, carefully crafted;
The red gold sandalwood carved tobacco stem has undulating water patterns;
The jade pipe is emerald green, and is paired with a light blue gem pendant.
Generally speaking, it is more magnificent than the sentence "Emerald cigarette holder and jade bucket, bamboo pole inlaid with gold and silver".
As soon as Chen Fu entered the door, Hua Jiunan and other children naturally came to greet him.
Those who picked up things picked up things, and those who helped take off their coats kept saying: "Uncle Chen, thank you for your hard work."
After all, it was this benevolent businessman who single-handedly ensured that the whole family had enough food and clothing.
Except for Chen Daji, Chen Fu greeted everyone with a smile.
He pointed at the big and small bags.
"Inside, I bought a change of clothes for you guys. There are five sets for each of you. They are complete from inside to outside."
"It's your personal size. It has your name written on it. Don't get it wrong."
"Girls, I'm a big old man and I don't dare to buy it. I'll give the money to Lao Zhao's sister-in-law later. She has good taste and let her help Fei'er and Ruyu choose them in the city."
Fairy Hu and Chan Ruyu are both well-behaved people, so they naturally thanked them profusely after hearing this.
Zhang Chao looked at Hua Jiunan, Chen Daji, and Zhao Fei with envy on his face.
However, when I found that one of the three bags actually had my name written on it, I couldn't help but be surprised.
"Chen, Uncle Chen, how, how, how could it be mine?!"
Chen Fu was dumbfounded when he was asked: "Nephew of the Zhang family, why can't I have you?!"
This time it was Zhang Chao's turn to be asked. He was stunned for a moment and then understood.
The benevolent businessman in front of me has considered himself a family member from the bottom of his heart.
Poor Zhang Chao has never worn new clothes since his father passed away.
While looking down at the clothes, I secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
Choking with sobs, he whispered softly: "Thank you, Uncle Chen!"
Chen Fu's face was full of reason.
"You silly boy, why are you so polite to me?"
"This is the first time I buy you clothes, and I don't know if they will fit you. If they don't fit, my uncle will change them for you tomorrow."
In this situation, it was Zhao Fei's turn to be stupid:
Because there are only three bags of clothes in total, and now Hua Jiunan, Chen Daji, and Zhang Chao have them, which only means that they don’t have their own.
Zhao Fei cried with his big face as big as a basin and couldn't help but ask.
"Uncle Chen, you are partial! Why don't you have mine?!"
Chen Fu looked Zhao Fei up and down, shook his head and said helplessly.
"Uncle also wants to buy it for you, but I have gone everywhere and nothing of this size is available..."
Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this, except Zhao Fei...
After some fun, Chen Fu walked a few steps quickly and came to the deaf mother-in-law and grandma Mai.
He respectfully handed over the two dry tobacco sticks.
"Two old aunts, I specially asked someone to bring this back to you from the province."
"Let's see if you like it, old man."
The two old men smiled like flowers and kept stroking them with their hands after taking them.
"We like it, Chen Fu, we all like what you give us!"
Chen Fu felt relieved and said goodbye to his two elders while yawning.
"Two old ladies, I don't know what's going on today. I'm very sleepy."
"I won't have dinner with you two. I'll go back to the house and lie down for a while."
At the same time, the little god "Chen Erfu" in Guanghua Mansion also showed signs of depression.
Even the old man Jing Ada stopped giving him a bath and lay listlessly on the incense table.
Xue Zhi looked worried, picked him up with both hands, and hurriedly ran towards the inner courtyard.