Before Lu Fenghe could figure out the reason, Brother Bao ran over.
"Mom, have you finished talking to your eighth uncle?" Brother Lao asked, leaning his head at the door of the courtyard.
Brother Lao walked down the corridor, "How did you know I was here?"
"My uncle said it was time for me to go to bed and was sending me back. I saw Aunt Lufu from a distance and came over."
Lu Fenghe and Lu Balang walked to the entrance of the courtyard together, and then they saw Shen Ke standing outside under the wind lamp, with his back straight and his chin slightly raised, looking straight ahead.
Just looking at that shadow, Lu Fenghe thought for a moment that he saw Shen Nanxun.
Although Shen Nanxun and Shen Beirui were brothers from the same mother, apart from appearance, Lu Fenghe always felt that Shen Nanxun and Shen Ke were more similar in demeanor, and that kind of perseverance was something Lu Fenghe had never seen in others.
.
Only later did she realize that it was a kind of movement that was carried by the northwest wind and filled with the perseverance of soldiers and common people.
"Sister-in-law, Mr. Ba Lang." Shen Ke bowed and bowed when he saw the two people coming out.
Lu Balang returned the gift.
Lu Fenghe took Brother Bao'er and said, "I also forgot to ask someone to pick her up. Fortunately, Brother Bao saw Lu Fu, so I took Brother Bao in."
Shen Ke lowered his head again and responded, "Yes."
Brother Bao followed Lu Fenghe for two steps and turned around to tell Shen Ke worriedly, "Uncle, don't forget to take me to the horse race tomorrow."
Shen Ke nodded, "I'll remember it. I'll take you there when you get up from lunch tomorrow."
Brother Lao nodded solemnly before following Lu Fenghe and left.
Lu Balang and Shen Ke really had nothing to say, so they said good night to each other and went back to their respective courtyards.
The next day, people from the Zhao family came early in the morning, saying they were here to give Mid-Autumn Festival gifts.
It was only the beginning of August, so it was a bit early to give out gifts for this festival. The people who came in were Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dalang.
"Why did brother come to see you off so early?" Ms. Zhao asked Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao sighed, "Dalang and I are going to Kyoto. We're afraid we might be delayed on the way. Your second brother has gone south again and he may not be able to come back even during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Are you in such a hurry? There are still about ten days before the Mid-Autumn Festival." Ms. Zhao asked, "But something went wrong in the business?"
What made Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dalang have to make a trip was that apart from the business going wrong, it was also a big one. Mrs. Zhao really couldn't think of anything else.
Uncle Zhao sighed, "There is a silk and satin shop in Hangzhou. It means leaving the port from Hangzhou Bay. When leaving the port, you don't enter the Yangtze River and take the canal. You go directly from the sea, all the way to Nanjing Road. The silk and satin shops on this road have been opening up one after another for more than a month.
No more silk from us."
"This is just for one or two families. Even the silk and satin shops in Yishui will not accept it. I won't worry if I don't go there myself."
"Go directly to the open sea? How dangerous is that?"
"It's not dangerous at all. Just pass by the fishing ground."
Lu Fenghe heard this with two ears. Someone had robbed a lot of business in the north. Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dalang had to rush to make amends. Mr. Zhao had been running south, so he couldn't allow anyone to rob the business in the south.
Before Lu Fenghe could figure out the reason, Brother Bao ran over.
"Mom, have you finished talking to your eighth uncle?" Brother Lao asked, leaning his head at the door of the courtyard.
Brother Lao walked down the corridor, "How did you know I was here?"
"My uncle said it was time for me to go to bed and was sending me back. I saw Aunt Lufu from a distance and came over."
Lu Fenghe and Lu Balang walked to the entrance of the courtyard together, and then they saw Shen Ke standing outside under the wind lamp, with his back straight and his chin slightly raised, looking straight ahead.
Just looking at that shadow, Lu Fenghe thought for a moment that he saw Shen Nanxun.
Although Shen Nanxun and Shen Beirui were brothers from the same mother, apart from appearance, Lu Fenghe always felt that Shen Nanxun and Shen Ke were more similar in demeanor, and that kind of perseverance was something Lu Fenghe had never seen in others.
.
Only later did she realize that it was a kind of movement that was carried by the northwest wind and filled with the perseverance of soldiers and common people.
"Sister-in-law, Mr. Ba Lang." Shen Ke bowed and bowed when he saw the two people coming out.
Lu Balang returned the gift.
Lu Fenghe took Brother Bao'er and said, "I also forgot to ask someone to pick her up. Fortunately, Brother Bao saw Lu Fu, so I took Brother Bao in."
Shen Ke lowered his head again and responded, "Yes."
Brother Bao followed Lu Fenghe for two steps and turned around to tell Shen Ke worriedly, "Uncle, don't forget to take me to the horse race tomorrow."
Shen Ke nodded, "I'll remember it. I'll take you there when you get up from lunch tomorrow."
Brother Lao nodded solemnly before following Lu Fenghe and left.
Lu Balang and Shen Ke really had nothing to say, so they said good night to each other and went back to their respective courtyards.
The next day, people from the Zhao family came early in the morning, saying they were here to give Mid-Autumn Festival gifts.
It was only the beginning of August, so it was a bit early to give out gifts for this festival. The people who came in were Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dalang.
"Why did brother come to see you off so early?" Ms. Zhao asked Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao sighed, "Dalang and I are going to Kyoto. We're afraid we might be delayed on the way. Your second brother has gone south again and he may not be able to come back even during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Are you in such a hurry? There are still about ten days before the Mid-Autumn Festival." Ms. Zhao asked, "But something went wrong in the business?"
What made Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dalang have to make a trip was that apart from the business going wrong, it was also a big one. Mrs. Zhao really couldn't think of anything else.
Uncle Zhao sighed, "There is a silk and satin shop in Hangzhou. It means leaving the port from Hangzhou Bay. When leaving the port, you don't enter the Yangtze River and take the canal. You go directly from the sea, all the way to Nanjing Road. The silk and satin shops on this road have been opening up one after another for more than a month.
No more silk from us."
"This is just for one or two families. Even the silk and satin shops in Yishui will not accept it. I won't worry if I don't go there myself."
"Go directly to the open sea? How dangerous is that?"
"It's not dangerous at all. Just pass by the fishing ground."
Lu Fenghe heard this with two ears. Someone had robbed a lot of business in the north. Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dalang had to hurry up to make amends. Mr. Zhao had been running south, so he couldn't let others rob the business in the south. No.
When Lu Fenghe came up with an idea, Brother Bao ran over.
"Mom, have you finished talking to your eighth uncle?" Brother Lao asked, leaning his head at the door of the courtyard.
Brother Lao walked down the corridor, "How did you know I was here?"
"My uncle said it was time for me to go to bed and was sending me back. I saw Aunt Lufu from a distance and came over."
Lu Fenghe and Lu Balang walked to the entrance of the courtyard together, and then they saw Shen Ke standing outside under the wind lamp, with his back straight and his chin slightly raised, looking straight ahead.
Just looking at that shadow, Lu Fenghe thought for a moment that he saw Shen Nanxun.
Although Shen Nanxun and Shen Beirui were brothers from the same mother, apart from appearance, Lu Fenghe always felt that Shen Nanxun and Shen Ke were more similar in demeanor, and that kind of perseverance was something Lu Fenghe had never seen in others.
.
Only later did she realize that it was a kind of movement that was carried by the northwest wind and filled with the perseverance of soldiers and common people.
"Sister-in-law, Mr. Ba Lang." Shen Ke bowed and bowed when he saw the two people coming out.