On February 11, 1979, during the Lantern Festival, it is forbidden to marry, make a stove, and be suitable for making money and entering the house.

Because the furnishings in the mansion were too extravagant, Song Fengchen and the two did not plan to do anything, whether it was to avoid people's tongue or simply feel troublesome. They only invited people with good friendship and knowledge to come and join in the fun. Needless to say, the elders of Zheng Dehui, together with Cheng Hanfei and Xu Shujian's hair-boys and old friends, are just three tables.

Even so, the house was sturdy and lively all day.

In the evening, the guests dispersed.

I remembered that I lived for nearly a year before, and there was a small house full of debris in less than 60 square meters. Looking at the mansion that covers an area of ​​more than 1,500 square meters, Song Fengchen's mood is also tolerable because of the environment. Keep opening up.

"Where are you going to put this potted flower?" Xu Shujian rolled up his sleeves, preparing to order everything on the ground.

Song Fengchen turned around, "Move to the balcony on the third floor first, and when you have time, you can transplant it to the vegetable plot outside."

He didn't dare to plant this baby outside before taking complete protection measures.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian responded.

There are a lot of things brought from the cabin, the bulk of which is the pile of books and antiques in Xu Shujian's study. Xu Shujian has to organize them, and Song Fengchen can't get it in.

The rest is easy to pack up, more than 30 bottles of various wines are sent to the wine cellar for storage. Some precious ingredients and medicinal materials such as sea cucumber, abalone, isinglass, saffron, bird's nest, dendrobium, gastrodia elata, etc. were thrown into the special storage room by his brain.

There were also miscellaneous things, such as cigarettes, cigars, tea, etc. Song Fengchen thought about it, and planned to put them all in the drawer of the bedroom closet, so that they would be easy to access in the future. But I didn't expect that the three drawers couldn't hold these things, so I had to put them separately and put some in various places.

The other is the set of red sandalwood furniture in the original cabin. Of course Song Fengchen could not leave them in the cabin. After all, Xu Shidao planned to rent out the cabin after the two of them were not living.

Song Fengchen thought, anyway, those pieces of furniture were the first batch he made. At that time, his craftsmanship was not very familiar, and the finished products were naturally not excellent. Unlike now, he can sculpt some simple pieces on the stool. Fancy it.

However, it was all made of thousands of pieces of wood, and he was a little bit reluctant to ask him to just throw these pieces of furniture in the utility room to eat ashes.

While thinking about what to do with these old furniture, the corner of Song Fengchen’s eyes fell on the pile of Wenwan antiques in front of Xu Shujian. How many boxes will I make for you?"

Waste utilization, just right.

"Yes." Xu Shujian responded naturally.

As soon as the Lantern Festival is over, it’s the day when Beijing University starts school in a blink of an eye. Life is back to normal. It is less than a month and a half before Xu Shujian’s birthday. Cheng Hanfei helped find a master who knows how to make ink, and started to run to the ink factory in short intervals.

The effort paid off, and after a month, Song Fengchen finally learned the technique of ink making.

Because the ink made for the first time was evaluated by the master, Song Fengchen was in a good mood that day, and then he ran into an acquaintance at the door of his house.

"Miss Du?"

But it is not Du Baoli, who was regarded as a feng shui town by her husband's family at the beginning, and also the object of his father-in-law Xu Shidao's crush.

It is said that Xu Shidao is fighting Du Baoli recently, and Xu's happy event is approaching.

"What are you?"

Facing her fiancé’s son-in-law, Du Baoli was ashamed for a moment, but when she thought of her purpose of coming here, she straightened her body instantly, her brows were full of worries: “I’m here to find Master Song for you. ."

Hearing the title ‘Master Song’, Song Fengchen was clear in his heart, "Go into the house and talk."

Du Baoli held the water cup and only said: "The accident was my uncle's cousin. She has been married for seven or eight years and has never been able to conceive a child... Fortunately, her husband is enlightened and never embarrassed her in this matter! "

This sounds familiar. At the beginning, Du Baoli was also infertile. She matched the luck of the Lu family, and then she was hired by the Lu family to be a wife. On the face of Lu Jiaming, he didn't mind Du Baoli's inability to raise children for Lu Gong's birth, and she was so grateful that Du Baoli was coaxed. But behind his back, he only regarded her as a feng shui town, and when it came to life and death, he pushed her out without hesitation.

"But her mother-in-law is not a friendly person. She gets her some remedies for child-seeking and tonics every other time, which makes her miserable, but she doesn't even have the qualification to refuse."

"At the beginning of last year, her mother-in-law didn't know where to get her a bottle of black, smelly pills, forcing her to take one pill every day, but two months later, she actually Really pregnant with a child."

"This was originally a great thing. I didn't expect my cousin to have a dystocia when she gave birth. She passed out in the delivery room. Fortunately, the doctor acted decisively and cut the baby out, saving the lives of their wives."

Song Fengchen looked at her, isn't this something everyone is happy about?

Du Baoli frowned: "The point is that the child has been born for almost a week now, and my cousin still hasn't woken up. Although the doctor said that there has been no such case before, I still feel that something is not quite right."

Once bitten, twice shy.

Since Song Fengchen’s tricks of the Lu family were exposed, whenever she was told to see something unreasonable, she couldn’t help but think about evil ways, especially when her cousin had similarities with her. Under the premise.

Song Fengchen could understand her feelings, whether it was because of Xu Shidao's face or the thought of doing good. He thought, it happened that he was also free now, so it’s okay to go and have a look, so he said, "Okay, then I will come over and have a look with you."

Du Baoli immediately stood up and said excitedly: "Then please entrust Master Song."

Du Baoli's cousin has the surname Chen and her full name is Chen Yinian. Chen Yinian’s husband’s surname is Gu. Gu Weimin is the current mayor of Beijing.

Gu Qifeng is currently working in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, but at the age of 30, he is already a 13-level cadre in the country and his future is bright.

Du Baoli took Song Fengchen directly to the hospital, and when she entered the ward, she was full of death.

"Poly?" Gu Qifeng was a little puzzled when he saw the visitor. Didn't Du Baoli just come here in the morning?

Du Baoli closed the door directly, looked up at Gu Qifeng with a haggard face, and tried her best to stay calm: "Brother-in-law, I brought a master over to show my cousin."

Before the matter was finalized, in her opinion, anyone could be the murderer of her cousin, especially Gu Qifeng, who was most suspected.

After all, there is Lu Gongzhi's lesson before, and she can't tolerate her not thinking too much.

"Master?" Gu Qifeng frowned slightly, he had never been too cold with these strange things. Just remembering some of the rigorous topics in the circle recently, and seeing his dying wife on the hospital bed, he was instantly moved by the doctor's death notice.

Gu Qifeng hesitantly looked at Song Fengchen next to Du Baoli: "I don't know, what is the name of this master?"

"Song Fengchen."

The name is familiar.

Gu Qifeng tried to think back, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Isn't it the protagonist of the topics circulating in the circle?

Gu Qifeng swept away the hesitation on his face, but also saved the mind of a dead horse as a living horse doctor. He hurriedly said, "It turned out to be Master Song——"

Before he finished his words, he couldn't wait: "Then you look at my wife?"

Gu Qifeng's worried expression didn't seem to be fake. Song Fengchen had thoughts in his heart. He walked to the hospital bed and only glanced at the reason why Chen Yinian was unconscious.

"She lost her soul."

"what?"

Gu Qifeng's expression was shocked.

Du Baoli looked like this as expected.

"If yes, she should be the soul lost on the day of giving birth." As if thinking of something, Song Fengchen asked: "Today is the day after she gave birth?"

"The seventh day." Gu Qifeng replied.

Song Fengchen couldn't think much about it, and only said: "Her soul must be retrieved immediately, otherwise the first seven days will pass, and the vitality of the body will be cut off, and she will not be able to come back."

The author has something to say:

Regarding Du Baoli's age, it was around twenty-seven and eighty. Xu Shidao's words were in her early forties. After all, men and women were married early at that time.