Jiang Men Daughter-in-law

The dead Young Master Wen told Wen Xian that there were still a few calligraphy and paintings in his room, all of which were authentic and could not be sold. Although he didn't know why Wen Xian needed money so urgently, he still urged him not to touch it. His mother's jade bracelet, don't touch his calligraphy and painting!

Wen Xian repeatedly assured that the calligraphy and paintings were only temporarily mortgaged, and he would redeem them later.

"I don't understand, you, how can you be so greedy for money? Those calligraphy and paintings are priceless treasures, how can you sell them? This is simply an insult to him!"

Wen Xiandao: "So what about the priceless treasure? Why don't you bring it with you when you are born, and don't take it with you when you die?"

"you!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Wen Xian said helplessly, "I didn't say I sold it, I just mortgaged it to the pawn shop temporarily, and I will redeem it later."

"In that case, why did you sell him?"

Wen Xian said kindly: "Think about it, your stepmother is so harsh on you. When you get married, will she let you take these things away? It's better to mortgage them to the pawn shop first. Money is better than these things. When I go back to Su's house, I'll go to the pawn shop to redeem him."

"...Speaking of which, my second brother has indeed coveted my calligraphy and paintings for a long time."

"Look, maybe when the time comes, your stepmother will just snatch them away and give them to your second brother."

"...Are you really going to redeem them again?"

"Of course," Wen Xiandao, "Besides, aren't you still here? When the time comes, you will make me suffer from angina, and I will die of pain. Naturally, I will find a way to redeem it for you."

"You're right, then...then I'll believe you again!"

Wen Xian said with a smile: "OK."

On the second day, Wen Xian woke up, looked in the mirror, and found that First Young Master Wen was no longer there, and it was himself in the mirror.

"Could it be that because it's essentially a ghost, it can only come out in the middle of the night?"

Wen Xian murmured, frightening himself into a chill. Speaking of which, he was a materialist before, but since he died and was reborn once, he inexplicably began to fear ghosts and gods in his heart.

Wen Xian hurriedly coughed dryly, turned around and called out: "Hongguo."

The door was pushed open, but what came in was not the red fruit, but the green cockroach.

"Master is awake? I'm going to prepare you to wash up now."

Wen Xian glanced at her and said, "Did you cry last night?"

Lu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, sir, what am I crying for?"

Wen Xiandao: "I see that your complexion is not very good, I thought you were crying."

Lu Qiao pressed the back of her hand to her cheek, and explained: "Perhaps it's because I didn't sleep well last night, and my face looks a bit haggard... Lord, let me get you some face wash first and come over to wash up."

Wen Xian nodded: "Go."

After Wen Xian washed up, he saw Hongguo came back happily carrying a food box.

"Young master, are you awake? I just brought back breakfast. You can eat it while it's hot, young master."

Wen Xian couldn't help speeding up his pace, walked to the table and sat down, watching Hongguo bring breakfast out of the food box.

Soup buns in chicken sauce, duck pancakes, sweet taro seedlings, duck gizzard siu mai, champion beans, spiced eggs, plus a bowl of firewood wontons, the aroma is tangy.

Wen Xian couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and taste a siu mai. The skin of the siu mai was thin, and the soft glutinous rice was fried with duck juice. Fragrance.

Wen Xian's eyes lit up, and he praised: "Sure enough, you should eat duck when you come to Nanjing."

Hongguo said: "Master, what did you say?"

"It's nothing." Wen Xian greeted Hongguo and Luqiao as usual, "You two eat too."

"Yes, Master!"

The first time the red fruit was born and the second time it was ripe, she sat down immediately, while the green bird always seemed preoccupied, and sat down after hesitation.