Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Early summer.

Lin Hua thanked the spring red, the catkins swaggered everywhere, and the sky was fluttering with snow-like catkins, arrogantly spreading her teeth and claws in the morning light and the morning breeze, everywhere.

Daming Shuntianfu North City, Rizhongfang, Gulou West Xiejie, Tianshui Alley, a house at the end of the alley.

The house sits west to east, facing Tianshui Lane, is a two-story brick and wood building with a small courtyard behind it.

Broker Chen brought a female guest to see the house.

Chen Jiazu worked as an intermediary in a brokerage firm, acting as an intermediary in the sale of houses and various goods, making a living. Three generations of people have eaten a bowl of brokerage. Others call him Broker Chen, whose real name is rarely known.

This house has been in his hands for almost half a year. If he can't rent it out again, the owner will definitely change to a broker, and he won't be able to eat.

Success or failure in one fell swoop.

Broker Chen gave a light cough and cleared his throat. He wanted to use all his abilities to talk about the house, and he was bound to persuade the guests to rent it.

As he spoke, a group of catkins burrowed into Agent Chen's left nostril, and a sourness gushed out of his nose like a mountain. He hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve and sneezed.

The female guest seemed to have some cleanliness, she immediately took three steps back when she heard the sneeze, and she held a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, frowning. Originally, the two had just entered the door. When the guest retreated, she immediately retreated to the threshold.

It's over!

You die before you leave the school!

Broker Chen yelled badly in his heart, and he bent down and said, "I'm really sorry for Chen's failure."

"It's okay." The female guest said so, but she continued to cover her mouth and nose with a veil in her hand very honestly, so her voice was a little irritating, "Take me to see the house."

At this time, a dead horse can only be a living horse doctor.

Broker Chen introduced it downstairs and upstairs, "...The bed, wardrobe, dining table, bench and other furniture are all ready-made. Madam, look at it. They are all made of good wood. Madam comes in with a salute and can live tonight. …"

The female guest looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, her face is still childish, but she is combing the woman’s head, and her bun is wrapped in white silk cloth into a filial piety bun. At first glance, she is not yet out of filial piety. Little widow.

So Broker Chen called her his wife.

But no matter how Broker Chen brags about how good the house is, the little widow who looks at the house is always faint, and she doesn't even respond with a sound of oh.

However, the little widow did not show any signs of impatience, and she shied away from leaving.

Therefore, with a glimmer of hope, Broker Chen took the little widow downstairs and went to the small yard at the back. The yard was covered with blue bricks. Because there was no one to live in for half a year, weeds emerged from the cracks in the bricks in spring. In order to rent out the house as soon as possible, the broker personally pulled it clean and looked very refreshing.

"... Madam, you see, kitchens, wood huts and huts are all available. In the summer, you can build a pergola in the yard with bamboo curtains and eat melons to cool off the heat. It is a fairy day!"

The brokerage firm relied on lip service, plus observance of words and expressions, but after looking at the whole house, the little widow remained silent, and it seemed that the city was extremely deep.

Do you like it or not?

Broker Chen couldn't figure it out, he took out a set of keys, "When does Madam plan to move in?"

Those who work as a brokerage firm are most taboo to hang on a tree. Broker Chen is urging the little widow to make a decision in disguise. If the little widow is not interested, let it go. Don't waste his time. He has other business to do.

The little widow ignored her. She walked to the backyard and opened the door. Outside the door was a narrow alley that could only accommodate two people walking side by side, and it was a dead end, opposite a high wall.

The high wall can't be seen at a glance, but it is the mansion of a big family.

The little widow pointed to the high wall and asked, "What kind of house is there?"

bad!

Broker Chen's heart sank, and his face still talked and laughed freely, "This is Wang Qianhu's house, Wang Jiazu is a great hero who followed Chengzu Emperor Nanxia Jingdi, and he has hereditary thousands of families, and they are now passed down to the fifth generation. It’s a century-old noble family."

The little widow looked at the high wall covered with maple vines in silence, thoughtfully.

Broker Chen thought that the little widow was afraid of being bullied by her high-ranking neighbors, and hurriedly said: "Although the Wang family is a noble family, but the family style is good and kind. The neighbors in Tianshui Lane are also simple and honest, so big that they are stolen. Even the bickering has never happened. It can be said that the house is not closed at night, and the road is not wasteful."

The widow has a lot of right and wrong at the door.

For a young and beautiful little widow, of course safety comes first.

The little widow finally responded, "So, Tianshui Lane is a clean place?"

Broker Chen felt that there was a drama, "Just so, I don't take him to this house for ordinary people. Only those with good temperament like my wife deserve to live here."

"It's good to be clean, but..." the little widow pondered for a moment, and said, "I live by opening a medical clinic, and I have a pot to help the world."

So far, no passer-by has passed the door in Tianshui Alley except for the man who carries the burden.

There is no customer, and he still does business.

This time I fell into the pit! Broker Chen's brain thundered, and with his ancestral nonsense skills, he said: "This...Isn't the aroma of wine going deep in the alley? The lady is very good at rejuvenating, one pass ten, ten pass one hundred, and business will be prosperous in the future."

At this time, Broker Chen had no hope.

But the little widow said, "Okay, I will rent this house for one year first."

Broker Chen was overjoyed. "Before I came to see the house, I told my wife the price. The rent is fifty taels a year, plus a deposit of twelve taels. If the furniture is not damaged, the ten taels of silver will be returned to the wife, so that a total of six. Twelve taels of silver—where is the madam currently staying? We go to the wife’s residence to sign a contract and deliver the silver and keys in person."

The little widow is a cheerful person, and immediately took out a fifty-tael silver ticket and a dozen silver ingots, "just sign here."

According to the rules, Broker Chen can draw one-tenth of the rent from it-a brokerage fee of fifty taels of silver.

Broker Chen was excited and regretful: This little widow is obviously eager to find a place to live, otherwise she would not put such a large sum of money on her, and she hasn't bargained yet. Maybe I can agree with the rent of seventy taels of silver!

But it was already done, and Broker Chen regretted it too late. He opened the pen case, took out a pen, and licked the nib with his tongue. The two signed the paper. When signing the drawing, the little widow wrote down her name, "Wei Caiwei".

This hot potato house was finally rented out.

Broker Chen made money and was in a good mood. He flattered the little widow and shook his head and said: "'Pluck the wee Good name, Doctor Wei."

Wei Caiwei smiled and picked up the key on the table, "I don’t bother the two masters for nothing. My salute is still in the three-way inn on the west side of Gulou. I’ve just arrived here. I don’t know where the carts and horses are here, and I have to bother Mr. Chen. Help hire a car to transport the luggage to—"

Wei Caiwei looked around the house, "home."

This is the decision to make a home here.

Broker Chen saw that she was generous with her shots, which cost sixty taels of silver. At a young age, she dared to open her own medical clinic. She must be a woman doctor with real skills and may be able to do long-term business in the future, so she patted her chest and said:

"These trivial matters are covered by me. There is a mule cart in my store to help Dr. Wei bring the luggage over—no money."

Broker Chen drove the mule to the Santong Inn. Wei Caiwei was already waiting beside the main road at the door. She was holding a long piece of red cloth wrapped in both hands, and three large boxes were piled beside her.

Broker Chen and Xiao Er moved the box to the carriage. Wei Caiwei always held the piece of red cloth. It seemed that this was the piece of luggage she cherished the most.

When he arrived at the new residence in Tianshui Lane, Wei Caiwei uncovered the red cloth, placed the spirit card inside on the incense table, and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the almost non-existent dust on the spirit card.

She lit a glazed lamp, took three sticks of incense and lit it on the lamp, muttering silent words in her mouth, and praying sincerely.

Broker Chen moved in the first box out of breath, and saw the spirit sign on the incense case that read "The Spirit of the Dead Husband Wang Erlang".

When Broker Chen left, Wei Caiwei opened the box and took out a small wooden box, "This is a pill that I made by myself. The weather is getting hot. It can be the best way to relieve the heat by dissolving the tea in the water."

Broker Chen held the wooden box with multiple thanks.

After sending the agent away, Wei Caiwei opened the box and took out a double-shouldered cloth bag, carrying two small flags on both sides of the cloth bag, which read "Gynecological Master" and "Miaoshou Rejuvenation".

She put on a hat with a black gauze hanging under the hat ring to cover the sunlight and the catkins. She put a brass lock on the door knocker and took out a hollow biscuits-like iron ring. The center of the iron ring can be covered with three fingers. , There are three iron beads in the ring.

She put the iron ring on her thumb and turned it lightly. The **** in the ring hit, and the sound of the ball rolling suddenly resounded through Tianshuixiang.

This iron ring is called a tiger brace, and it is a kind of sounder unique to travel doctors.

In the trades that walk the streets and alleys, the eight trades of medicine, charcoal, sesame oil, and fortune-telling are not allowed to make loud noises to solicit business. They can only shake their unique sounders to do business, which is known as the "eight non-verbal". .

The charcoal seller is the rattle; the fortune-telling stick knocking on the gong is called baojunzhi; the sesame oil seller is the clapper, and practicing medicine is the tiger's support.

Wei Caiwei turned the tiger support, and disappeared in Tianshui Lane in the early summer morning when the catkins filled the sky.

The day passed quickly, and the catkins covered the pavement layer by layer, like it was snowing.

Near dusk, the iron palm of a horseshoe stepped into Tianshui Lane, and the horse galloped, stirring up a thousand piles of snow-like catkins on the ground.

A young man galloped on a horse. There was a man lying on the horse's back. He was facing down, his legs hanging on the other side of the horse's back. His body was like a rag heaving with the horse's back, and he was almost caught on the back several times. Turning down, the boy riding a horse freed a hand and pressed it firmly on the back of the horse.

Daming had to shave both men and women in childhood, leaving only a strand of hair on the top of his head, braided, and shaved off his forehead and back of his head. He only began to grow his hair when he was about ten years old.

The young man kept his head for a few years, combed his top hair into a bun, and put on a golden hairpin that flashed blindly. The short bangs on the front of his forehead and the broken hair on the back of his head were too short to be inserted into the bun. The air full of catkins flew freely.

Accompanied by the sound of chopped horseshoes, there was also the screaming of the man lying on the horseback, "Daxia! Wang Daxia! Second Young Master Wang! Ancestor! You are my ancestor, let me go! Please let the ancestor let me go! He's almost vomiting out the overnight meal!"

Listening to the voice, it was the agent Chen who rented the house to Wei Caiwei in the morning.

Wang Daxia remained unmoved, and slapped Broker Chen's **** on horseback, "Refund the money and drive people away!"

Broker Chen was already vomiting and could only retching, "The contract has been signed, and the rent has been handed over to your mother. How can I get the raw rice and cooked rice back?"

When I arrived at the door of the house, I saw the lock on the door knocker. Unfortunately, the new tenant was not at home.

But this is not difficult for Wang Daxia. He dismounted, lifted Agent Chen from the horse with one hand, threw it forward, and cursed:

"Good Broker Chen, knowing that this building is my mother's dowry, you handed the rent to my stepmother. You deserve to be beaten!"

Broker Chen rolled three times on the ground. The new sapphire blue round-necked robe that was only used to facilitate today's rent transaction was covered with dust and catkins, and wrinkled, just like a handful of snow moss pulled out of a jar of pickles. It was really embarrassing.

He leaned on his waist to stand up, looked at the lock of the copper ring of the gate, and decided to take a slower move.

"My little ancestor, the tenant is a traveling doctor. He is a doctor outside. I don't know when to come back. We can't wait. We will come back tomorrow morning."

Broker Chen said so, but he made up his mind and went to tell Wang Qianhu at night that Wang Qianhu should discipline this little boy and don't harass the tenant.

Wang Daxia snorted coldly, took out a new lock, put it on the door knocker, and locked it with a click, "I still have something to do, and I don't have time to wait for someone. Wang Daxia has never had others waiting for me, not when I was waiting for others. "

Now there are two locks on the door knocker, and the female tenant can't get in when she comes back, so she can only go to him.

Broker Chen rushed over to hold Wang Daxia's thigh, "It's absolutely impossible, the tenant can't go home if they have a home, I'm afraid it will be annoying."

The tenant has to check out and refund the rent, and the brokerage fee of the five taels of silver that Broker Chen has already eaten has to be vomited out, and he has to work in vain.

Wang Daxia kicked Mr. Chen away, put the key in her arms, turned on her horse, and said with a whip: "I want the tenant to get out of trouble, check out and move out quickly."

Broker Chen lay on the floor full of catkins and shouted, "I have handed over the rent to your mother...stepmother! How can I return this room?"

Wang Daxia spurred the horse without looking back, "It's my shit!"

The author has something to say: I finally opened the article, guys, I miss you guys! It’s the first time to write an old saying about rebirth, and I would like to ask you for your advice, old rules, and 100 red envelopes.

On the day of the opening of the text, there will be a double change and the second change will be at 6:18 pm The shape of the tiger brace is a donut with a few iron beads inside