unlucky ghost

Feng Yi had already sat down in the hall, when the thick flower curtain was lifted, a gust of hot air rushed onto Tan Zishi, Tan Zishi let go of his shrinking arms, and entered the hall door as if there was no one else around.

Feng Yi was wearing a white fur robe, surrounded by a group of juicy maids, holding a fine jade white porcelain teacup in his hand, he was looking out the door with his mouth pursed, with a smile in his eyes, hiding a knife in his smile.

"Sit down." Feng Yi put down the teacup, "Xiyu, let's have some tea."

Tan Zi was not too polite, picked up a soft stool, and plopped down on it.

The maid who was next to Feng Yi brought the tea that had been sitting aside for an unknown amount of time, and offered it.

Several servant girls stared at him without blinking, they didn't expect him to be so destitute, his whole body was dirty and ragged, except for a pair of bright black eyes with a touch of extravagance, it was impossible to tell that this person was He was the son-in-law of the Liu family who was famous in Suicheng in the past.

Tan Zishi took the tea, "Second Master Feng, you're being polite, so I don't need the tea. If you have something to say, the young one still has important things to do." He said and handed the tea to Xiyu.

"No hurry, no hurry, you and I haven't seen each other for a long time, no matter what, we can be regarded as old friends, I invite you to drink tea to reminisce about the past, and let the fifth son do the rest for you first."

Tanzi really didn't appreciate it, and teased: "You and I want to say "friendship", but the time I molested you in the kiln that day, I don't know when the young master will settle this account?"

Tanxi secretly scolded him as a fool, you caused his Feng family to almost be ruined, the debt may be endless.

Feng Yi smiled subtly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"As for the fact that I kicked your family's servants, my father didn't help you in time, which caused your Feng family to lose money. I can't blame me for this matter. Could it be that you asked others, and if they didn't help, it was the fault of others?"

Feng Yi put down the teacup heavily, squinted at him slightly, saw that his face remained unchanged, and said lightly about this family grievance, secretly thought, the little yellow-haired boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth is as short-sighted as a woman.

"Heh... I didn't expect Master Tan to leave such a brazen son after his death. It's really a great misfortune for Master Tan."

Tan Zishi shut his mouth, his fists clenched.

Tanxi hurriedly whispered in his ear, "Hold it, hold it back."

The two stared and stared at each other for a long while, a little girl pointed at Feng Yi's eyes and said rashly: "Master, you blinked."

Feng Yi glared at the girl, and the girl immediately stopped talking.

Feng Yi cleared his throat, and unhurriedly raised his hand to tighten the robe on his shoulders, "When will Young Master Tan see Gu Daha's body?"

Tan Xi secretly thought, this person probably has a guilty conscience.

Tan Zishi blinked his painful eyes, frowned, "What Gu Daha?"

Feng Yi also frowned.

Tan Zishi was locked in the study by his father and could not get out of the yamen, so he didn't know anything about it.

Feng Yi coughed lightly, "It's nothing, just follow Fan Yumo to be lazy, just go down."

Tanzi stood up Shili, hunched his neck and walked out of the hall door.

It's been so peaceful for a long time.

It's just that people in the world often say that when you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadow swaying, and you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door if you don't do something wrong with your heart.

In a blink of an eye, the snow melts and the ice melts, the warm wind blows overnight and spring comes, and it is the beginning of the year again.

This day when the sun was dark, Tanzi really came back from the back corner door, put down two black toilets, washed his hands and face in the pool as usual, went to the kitchen to eat and drink.

Taking advantage of Cook Wang's unpreparedness, Tan Zishi quietly reached into the stove to steal steamed buns, but was slapped on the paw by Cook Wang, and shouted loudly, "Bastard, the master dares to move even when he eats, get out of here, don't get in the way here!" Son."

Tan Zishi moved away resentfully, staring straight at a roast chicken on the plate.

"Ahem..." Suddenly there were two light coughs from outside, neither salty nor bland, and it was a woman's voice that could be discerned vaguely.

Xiao Fu was squatting by the stove to start a fire, when he heard the sound he suddenly jumped up, scratched his ears and looked around, and saw that everyone was busy working, only Tanzi stood at the door doing nothing.

Xiaofu's eyes lit up, he hurried forward, pulled him outside the door, and approached him and said, "I don't know if big brother Tan can do little brother a little favor?"

"What's the matter?" Tanzi asked impatiently.

"Help me to burn the stove for one night."

Just as he was talking, there were two more light coughs from the dark, slightly hurried.

"Brother Tan, how about a roast chicken?" Xiao Fu was anxious.

Tanzi turned his mind to the electricity, pursed his lips, and said with a thief smile: "Two, just a lot."

There were two more light coughs, Xiao Fu stamped his feet, and gritted his teeth, "Two are two, I'm leaving, and Mrs. Dong asked, and said that I was called by the housekeeper to run errands."

Tanzi nodded in satisfaction, and watched him run out of the door anxiously.

"Heh... as soon as the weather is warm, it will be spring..."

But that night, Tanzi actually took Xiaofu's place, and one person was in charge of the two stoves, while pulling the bellows, and stuffing firewood into them in all directions.

The wives brought large porcelain plates from the case and put them on the steamer, urging: "Big fire."

Tanzi hurriedly stuffed firewood into it again, holding the bellows with both hands, and the flames crackled in the stove.

After the dinner was cooked, everyone dispersed. Cook Wang pressed Tan Zishi's shoulders and stuffed him with a cornbread, "Boil some bath water and send it to the young master's room."

Tan Zishi had a steamed cornbread in his mouth, so he had to squat on the ground to make a fire again.

After eating the Wotou, there was a rattling sound in the big iron pot, and Tanzi was busy adding firewood to the stove again, and the bellows made a whirring sound.

While it was burning, the steamer made of reed grass caught fire with a clang, and the flames almost burned my hair.

Tanzi backed away again and again, just now he forgot to add water to the pot, the iron pot was burning red, and the steamer was lit.

"What are you doing, boy? You guys, go and put out the fire."

The fifth son was leading two people to carry the bath water, when he saw this, he hurriedly shouted, and kicked the two behind him.

The two rushed to the stove, hurriedly fetched water from the water tank, and turned off the fire.

The five sons removed a layer of ash and dregs on the stove, only to see that the bottom of the pot was deformed by burning, and no dripping water could be seen.

Feng Yi was just finishing talking with his concubine, his body was dripping with sweat, and he was in a hurry to wash his body with hot water.

The fifth son knocked on the door in a panic, and said in a low voice, "Master, something is wrong."

Feng Yi was hugging his little concubine drowsily, muttering: "You dog slave, you are only disturbing people's interest, why are you making such a fuss?"

The fifth son wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Back... Back to Master, I'm afraid Young Master Tan discovered something, and just wanted to set fire to the kitchen."

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Tan Zishi's career as a slave is coming to an end?