Chapter 540: The remaining leaf that broke away from the treetop
Fei Qianren sat on the bench, combing his drying hair with a small ink brush. Huang Yueying was so eager to give it a try that she snatched Xiao Mo Dou''s comb and wanted to do it herself, but she used the wrong strength. Every time she combed it, she basically pulled Fei Qian''s scalp, and several dozen hairs were pulled down, which was painful. Defei Qian quickly shouted to stop, if he continued to comb his hair, he would probably become bald...
Even though she is a yellow-haired girl, she is probably tinkering with some equipment or something in the backyard. She is much stronger than the average girl, but she has basically never done this delicate job of serving people, and her hands are not heavy.
Seeing that Huang Yueying seemed to be shocked and stood aside pitifully, Fei Qian smiled and asked some related questions about making crossbows. Sure enough, Huang Yueying immediately forgot about her lack of combs and started talking about it. What kind of wood should be selected for this crossbow, how many times it needs to be processed, what kind of paint and glue should be applied, and what kind of processing needs to be done before it can be combined with the bronze components.
Fei Qian nodded cooperatively, but his mind had already turned to other things.
The Huang family held this promotion banquet. Although it was said that it was in the name of Fei Qian being promoted to an official rank of more than two thousand stones, it was actually more to consolidate the Huang family''s position in Jingxiang, especially in the Cai family. There was a time when Cai Mao and others held important positions under Liu Biao.
Although the Pang, Huang, and Cai families have many relationships such as marriage, if one of them remains in a low position for a long time without some outstanding young talents emerging, then this family will be slowly marginalized. Until the original circle is launched.
As long as Pang Shanmin and Pang Shiyuan don''t commit suicide, there is no problem that the Pang family can maintain its peak reputation for at least one or two generations. However, after Huang Chengyan, the Huang family seems to have no successors, which was Huang Chengyan''s biggest worry. , and now, Fei Qian has made up for half of Huang''s shortcomings in this area.
Because he is still a son-in-law after all.
??But no matter what, from now on, no one in the Huang family, big or small, dares to question Huang Chengyan''s words and deeds. In addition, from another aspect, the Huang family''s reputation in Jingxiang is also maintained.
Fashion is a very interesting thing. Personal reputation can often control public opinion and the right to speak, and family reputation can often control the distribution and control of local interests.
As for the interpretation and writing of classics, etc., it is a more high-end theoretical and moral commanding point, which belongs to the struggle between ideologies. Only with this commanding height can the gentry dare to call themselves aristocratic families...
The relationship between the aristocratic families is complicated, like a huge spider web, covering the entire Han Dynasty. But now, whether it is for myself or for the Huang family, there is still a little distance from the word aristocratic family. It only occupies a small space, not to mention that there are really not many relatives around me. Apart from people like the Huang family, there are not many people in the Fei family who can use it...
The only person who really follows me is Uncle Fu, who can be regarded as a family member.
“By the way, how is Uncle Fu now?” Fei Qian asked. Uncle Fu is not used to living in Huangjiayinyuan. He must still be under Lushan Mountain now...
"Ah...this..." Huang Yueying was stunned for a moment.
The movements of the little Mo Dou behind him also slowly stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Fei Qian’s heart suddenly sank.
??Huang Yueying stretched her neck, as if swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and said with a sip: "...Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu...passed away ten days ago..."
Fei Qian suddenly stood up, causing Xiao Mo Dou, who was holding Fei Qian''s hair, to almost fall down.
?Fei Qian could hardly believe his ears...
Uncle Fu, so quietly...
Gone?
??When I opened my eyes, I saw the old man kneeling beside the bed, shaking with excitement, wiping tears and thanking God...
The old man who thought I was wearing the wrong side of my clothes and hurriedly stepped forward to help, explaining in a low voice while still looking at my face, for fear that I would be angry because of it... The old man who was frightened when I shouted that I wanted to be a first-rate gourmet among men. Standing by the kitchen, I was worried and couldn''t bear to see my old man whose dreams were shattered...
??The old man who treats me like a treasure, holding it in his hands for fear of getting damaged. Even some of my inconspicuous little inventions and improvements will be regarded as amazing works...
That old man who always worried that I didn’t have enough to eat and didn’t have enough clothes to wear when I was a child, always felt that I was losing weight, but never knew that I was gradually losing weight and getting older...
Fei Qian turned his back and raised his head, so as to prevent tears from pouring out of his eyes.
Huang Yueying moved a few steps, stood behind Fei Qian, timidly grabbed the corner of Fei Qian''s clothes, put her little head on Fei Qian''s back, and whispered incoherently: "I...I also I don’t know... Some time ago, you sent a letter... I even went to Lushan to read it to Uncle Fu in person. At that time, Uncle Fu was still fine..."
Fei Qian held back the sourness in his nose and said, "...At that time, Uncle Fu, what did he say?"
??Huang Yueying said in a low voice: "Uncle Fu asked you how you were eating...and how you were wearing...and then he said that he had packed some clothes. The weather was getting colder, so he asked me to send them to you..."
?Fei Qian couldn''t hold it back after all, tears dripped down his cheeks.
?This is Uncle Fu, an Uncle Fu who values ??Fei Qian more than anything else, an Uncle Fu who has never said anything about himself, but only thinks about it when asked, and his whole mind is filled with Fei Qian!
Old Uncle Fu...
I never thought that the last time I left Jingxiang, it would be a farewell forever.
Fei burst into tears.
?That rough, calloused, thick and warm hand can never be held now...
?That lonely, forced smile, kind and kind person, now, I will never see again...
“How did Old Uncle Fu walk away?” Fei Qian’s voice was choked and trembling.
Huang Yueying was also crying and said: "... Uncle Fu, I heard Shi Yuan say... I woke up in the morning and didn''t see it, so I went to look for it... and found... Shi Yuan said that Uncle Fu passed away peacefully... "
After Huang Yueying finished speaking, she threw herself on Fei Qian''s back and burst into tears: "...why, Uncle Fu is the same, mother is the same...why are they all leaving...wuwu, why...wuwu, mother..."
Fei Qian was speechless and looked up at the sky.
The bleak autumn wind roared from afar, pushing the clouds to roll and relax, blowing the tears on Fei Qian''s face, and tearing off the remaining leaves on the treetops, falling into dust one by one...
I wish all parents in the world good health...
For those of you who are out there and haven’t called home this week, please give one a try later...
(End of this chapter)