Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife

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When the words came out, everyone turned back and saw the crowd coming out of a blue-shirt man. He was in his forties, his skin was black, his body was awkward, his face was dark, and his appearance was somewhat lossy.

Some people recognized him and discussed: "Is this not the treasurer of the East Street Shengcai shop? I heard that the coffin used by the old lady of Fengjia was ordered from his shop."

Shengcai shop is actually a coffin shop. The reason why it is called ascending wealth is to find a homonym for Geely, which is the most famous coffin shop in Beijing. The reason why it is famous is that the coffins used in the Shengcai shop are all made of precious wood, and they are made by old craftsmen. The price of coffins is very high, and only the talents of the officials are affordable, and they have to be superior. Expensive, light can not be set a little money.

When Feng Yuxi heard the identity of the person talking about it, he thought of the new coffin used by the old lady today. She has no research on wood-like things. In the 21st century, I know that there are many private clubs that use some tables and chairs made of precious wood. I also saw the use of Jinshen, which she recognizes but Never inquired about the price. What's more, even if you have inquired about it, that is the price of the 21st century, how it compares with the present.

The coffin shop stood in front of Feng Qiyuan and asked him calmly: "Feng Daren said that the old lady would let us carry the coffin before the funeral, but this morning the folks said that the Feng family was in a hurry and did not prepare the silver. It’s not credited, everyone in the capital knows, and no one is crediting the life of the deceased. But since we are doing this business, we can’t do anything to hurt the yin, here the old lady waits, We can't just stop because of this silver. So the money has saved the money, and now the Feng Daren is back home. Is it time to pay the bill?"

In the time of talking to Feng Xiaoyuan, Feng Yuxi whispered a small voice to ask for a forgotten Sichuan: "What is the price of the coffin used by the old lady this morning?"

Forgetting Sichuan has a bit of a grind, saying: "It’s hard to say that the slaves are too precise, but it’s estimated that they have to go up two hundred and two, because the things that are raised in the Fortune Shop are not cheap, they are two hundred and two prices."

Huang Quan said: "Two hundred and two can't stop, that kind of Jinshen is more expensive, it is estimated to be five hundred and two."

Feng Yu's eyebrows were screwed up, five hundred and two, and there were not many. She also believed that Feng Xiaoyuan was indeed out of filial piety, and that it would be better to let the old lady lay down after her death. After all, the old lady loves money when she was alive, and she can’t be too shabby to die.

It’s strange to blame the fact that the Fengfu account is almost empty now. The ladies, sisters, and ladies of the hospitals all manage themselves. Except for Han’s big stomach, he has to give up. After a penny, even the monthly rains that were sent to Tongshengxuan to her and Zirui were not delivered in two months. She knows the situation of Fengfu, and she does not want to make more calculations because of the idea of ​​money.

Feng Qiyuan Ming Ming knows what the family is like. What kind of courage does he have to go to the wealthy shop to make such a valuable coffin?

At this time, I wanted to let her go, and whispered her own opinion: "Second sister, the father should not have an idea, this silver wants you to come out?"

When she remembered that the old lady had passed away, she always had a little bit of embarrassment in her heart. After all, if she did not swear and condone the mob to beat the old lady, she would not give Jin Zhen a chance. Therefore, she once took two hundred and two silver coins to the Feng family to do the funeral.

Later, when I saw the old lady’s body, it was really shabby. Zhao Qiangqiang, who was also beaten up, went to the warehouse to turn it over, and did not turn out a few decent things. It is said that they were all sold by Feng Xiaoyuan. She then paid for the old lady to buy jewelry clothes, and also picked some jade bracelets from her side and put them on the old lady. Usually, the broken pieces of silver also support some, just on the silver, it is almost three hundred and two.

The funeral of Fengjia’s funeral was so shabby that he couldn’t even spend the fifty-two, so if Feng Xiaoyuan planned to leave the remaining two hundred and two, just to buy a good coffin for the old lady. Then she will make another good man and fill the remaining hundred and two. Even if the old lady can continue to enjoy the prosperity and prosperity underneath, don’t catch another head seven anniversary, early July. The seven-year-old’s coming to the window of her county’s main government is fine.

When she thought about this, she heard Feng Xiaoyuan’s voice say: “How can the official owe you a coffin money! The people who are buried this sunset are not only the mother of the official, but also the pro-Jian’an pro Grandmother. The main source of Ji’an County is the Fengjia prostitute. Her grandmother has always been kind to her, and the golden nanmu coffin is given to the grandmother by Ji’an County.”

When I heard that it was sent by Ji’an County, the people in the coffin shop were obviously relieved, and then looked at Feng Yuxi: “It’s the small one sent by the county owner.” He was afraid of the phoenix’s account, but I am not afraid of Feng Yu, because Feng Yu’s character is good, and it’s not bad for these hundreds of silver.

Feng Yuxi also counted on his face. He didn’t say anything more than Feng Xiaoyuan. He just asked the middle-aged man: "How much silver does the coffin have?"

The middle-aged mankind: "Normally, it should be sold for six hundred and two, but since it is the county owner who pays, you can give five hundred and two. This is just the wages of the wood and craftsmen. The ones that we shop, the small ones. earn."

It was a little cheaper than a hundred and two. Feng Yanyuan’s eyes were a little red, and his second daughter’s face was so big that he could let the shopkeeper of Shengcai shop take the initiative to cut the price, but it was enough to drop one hundred and two!

He was amazed here, but he listened to Feng Yu’s opening: "No."

Feng Xiaoyuan was anxious: "Auntie, one hundred and two is also money!"

Feng Yu stunned him and looked at him. "Which kind of thing is there to bargain? Have you heard of the funeral of the family and went to the coffin shop to bargain?"

People are talking about it, "Yes! Who buys coffins and bargains!"

The middle-aged man quickly persuaded: "No, it’s not a bargain, it’s a small one who is willing to drop."

Feng Yuxi is still the same sentence: "No."

Feng Yuyuan snorted, "Okay, it is you who give money, how much do you like to give." After that, he will step into the hospital. The purpose has been reached, in the face of so many people to wear Feng Gaoyu to the top hat, this silver she can not come out, or it will fall into the tongue.

Looking at Feng Xiaoyuan with a hand and leisurely walking to the front of the gate, Feng Yu blinked, suddenly realized that one thing, she did not intend to take out the two hundred and two silver! This is going to let her out six hundred and two.

Why?

Mother died, when the son of a son did not come out, but let the granddaughter be a silver ticket and jewelry clothes to go in more than a thousand two, which is the rule?

She shouted: "Is the father going back to get the silver ticket?"

"Well?" Feng Xiaoyuan stopped and turned to look at her. He asked inexplicably: "What silver ticket is it? You are bought by your grandmother, what silver ticket do I have?"

Feng Yu said that this old shame is really trying to lie, her heart fires, and coldly asks Cheng Junman: "The county owner took nearly three hundred and two silver tickets before and after, and gave the grandmother a funeral. How much does it cost today?"

Cheng Junman naturally understands what Feng Yuxi means. When she mentions this matter, she is also alive in her heart. Immediately: "Auntie, you gave a total of two hundred and eighty-two silver tickets. The master only stayed eighty-two. Give it to me, the rest of the two hundred and two, he took it all away. There are only twenty-two remaining in the eighty-two. Now I want to go back to the house after the old lady is buried and tell you."

In the face of outsiders, Cheng Junman did not call her county owner, because she knew the fear of the people, and she called the county owner, and there would be rumors in the middle of Beijing that the Ji’an County owner would take advantage of his position. Even the mother of the family is not in the eye.

Feng Yuzhen didn't think about it, but when he heard that Feng Xiaoyuan had only left eighty-two to do the funeral, the fire in his heart began to rise.

Feng Xiaoyuan didn't think that Feng Yuxi would count those silver tickets in it. I didn't even think that Cheng Junman actually said this thing on the spot. He couldn't stand it on the surface. He didn't dare to look at Feng Yu. .

The middle-aged man in the coffin shop stood in the same place, and some of them had to worry about what they should do. The fortune has been opened for so long, and it was the first time that I encountered such a thing.

Fortunately, Feng Yuxi did not want to make people's businessmen embarrassed. When he even took back the pair of phoenixes to Feng Xiaoyuan, he then reached out and transferred six hundred and two silver tickets from the space. "This is the money of the coffin, you take it." She handed the silver ticket over, and finally sent the middle-aged man away.

Before the man left, he looked at Feng Xiaoyuan with great disdain, and made the face of Feng Xiaoyuan even more unaware of where to go.

He wants to go back to the government, but it is clear that Feng Yuxi does not want to let him go. Some people don't want to face their faces, then she no longer has to leave him a face. Isn't she choosing to face the door of the house so that she can recognize the money of the coffin? Yes, even if she gives her old filial piety, then there is nothing. But now I want to go to the government, but it is not so easy.

Just listening to Feng Yu’s cold voice, a question was thrown away: “My father took away the two hundred and two silver tickets for the funeral of the grandmother. What is it used for?”

The cold sweat of Feng Yuyuan has taken off, and he is standing in the same place, not walking, not leaving. In particular, when Feng Yuxi spoke, he specifically emphasized “to make funeral to the grandmother”, which brought the nature of the matter to a certain height. What should he say?

For a time, the scene was very embarrassing.

At this time, I have been standing by Feng Yuqi and I haven’t talked. Feng Zirui suddenly came to the sentence: "My father may have bought the embroidery. On that day, my sister went to the DPRK. I saw my father took a piece of embroidery and went out. I recognize that it is a Suzhou embroidery, which is very expensive."

Feng Yiyuan stunned, and looked at Zi Rui with some surprises. He did not expect his little gesture to be seen by this son. He was a little nervous in his heart, and he ran into a flustered reason: "It was for your grandmother, and it was put in the sputum." Then the sorrowful sorrow came up again: "Your grandmother likes Su embroidery, no matter how expensive. I have to buy it for my father."

In general, people say that there are some movements, and even some women in the crowd have already shed their tears.

An Shi, who can stand on the side, said with a word: "The embroidered mother in the embroidered shop said that the emperor went to get a pair of embroidered two days ago and did not give money."