Article 49

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At night, Luo Xianxian didn't dare to go back to her room, so she squatted under the eaves and stood pitifully as punishment.

Her father is a scholar, and he can't tolerate theft the most, and he has a sour smell, and he is stubborn, talking to him is useless, and he doesn't listen to explanations.

Luo Xianxian, who had been hungry all day, was dizzy, and suddenly someone called her in a low voice: "Sister Luo."

Luo Xianxian turned her head and saw a serious-looking head protruding from the edge of the earthen wall. It was Chen Bohuan, the eldest son of the Chen family who was trying to intercede for her during the day.

Seeing that there was no one around, Chen Bohuan turned over the earthen wall in twos and threes, with a hot steamed bun in his arms, and stuffed it into her hand without any explanation.

"I see you've been standing under this wall all day and haven't eaten anything yet. Here's a steamed bun for you, eat it quickly."

"I..." Luo Xianxian is shy by nature. She has lived here for several months and has never spoken to the neighbor's elder brother. At this moment, she suddenly looked at him so closely, she couldn't help but take two steps back, and her head slammed Hit the wall. But still stuttering, "I can't take it... Daddy won't let me...he said..."

He was incoherent for a long time, unable to speak a complete sentence.

Chen Bohuan said: "Oh, your daddy knows how to talk about things all day long, why do you care what he does so much? You're so hungry, you're going to get hungry, eat it, you'll get cold if you don't eat any more."

The steamed buns were white and tender, and they were steaming hot.

Luo Xianxian lowered her head and stared at it for a while, swallowing saliva in her throat.

Also really hungry. Regardless of whether a gentleman is a gentleman or not, she grabbed the steamed bun, lowered her head and ate it with a humming hum, and ate it all up in a short while.

After nibbling, she raised her round eyes, and the first complete sentence to Chen Bohuan was: "I didn't cut down the orange tree, and I didn't want to steal it."

Chen Bohuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slowly: "Yes."

"But they don't believe me..." Under such non-contemptuous gazes, Luo Xianxian's heart slowly opened, her grievances melted like ice and snow, she let out a wow, opened her mouth, wiped her tears, and wailed loudly Get up, "They don't believe me...I didn't steal...I didn't steal..."

Chen Bohuan patted her frantically: "I know you didn't steal it, alas, you stand under the tree every day to look at it, and you never took an orange. If you want to steal it, you should have already stolen it..."

"It's not me! It's not me!" She cried even more fiercely, with snot and tears streaming down her nose.

Chen Bohuan patted her: "It's not you, it's not you."

The two children became so familiar.

Later, there was a murder case in a neighboring village. It was said that a gangster covered in blood entered a family a few nights ago and wanted to use the house's wing room to sleep. When the host refused, the gangster stabbed the whole family to death. Then, in a room full of dead bodies, he slept leisurely and contentedly, and Shi Shiran left in the daytime the next day. Let's just go, and specially smeared blood on the wall, and wrote a long article, writing down what good things I have done, lest the world would not know such a wicked person.

This matter spread like wildfire immediately, and soon spread to Caidie Town. A pair of times, it was the night Luo Xianxian said that she met "Big Brother Crazy".

Luo Shusheng and the Chen family were all speechless.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, the exchanges between the two families became frequent. Seeing Luo Xianxian's cuteness, a small beauty, hardworking and sensible, the Chen family couple thought that it would be difficult to find a better daughter-in-law according to their family's circumstances, so they decided to make an appointment with Chen Bohuan and Luo Xianxian. After getting married with a baby, wait until the year of the weak crown and Ji, and then formally hold a wine.

Luo Shusheng saw his daughter and Chen Bohuan's childhood sweetheart, so he readily agreed.

Day by day, if Luo Scholar hadn't loved elegance and tinkering with incense, the Chen and Luo families would have lived a life of poverty and tranquility as originally expected.

The bad thing is that Luo Shusheng accidentally concocted a "Butterfly Fragrance Powder".

Although the smell of this spice powder is nothing special, it is not much different from the common spices in the town, but it has a benefit that ordinary spices cannot achieve——

Around the beam for a hundred days, the aftertaste is endless.

Butterfly fragrance powder lasts for a long time, and the fragrance is not easy to dissipate.

Luo Shusheng "everything is inferior, only reading is high". Although he made a fragrance powder, he was unwilling to sell it, thinking that he had "degraded his identity".

If he doesn't sell it, others will naturally miss it.

Mrs. Chen wanted to get a prescription with Luo Shusheng several times, and encouraged Luo Shusheng to open a shop, but was rejected by the other party. After going back and forth, Mrs. Chen felt a little uncomfortable, so she didn't mention it anymore, but in her heart, she firmly remembered Live this sum.

When Luo Xianxian and Yan were old, the opportunity came. Luo Shusheng was sick and suffered from tuberculosis. After struggling for a few days, he died. As Luo Xianxian's in-law's family, although the daughter has not yet married, there is always friendship, so she helped with the funeral and was busy.

Luo Xianxian burst into tears of gratitude, but she didn't know that Mrs. Chen had a discreet idea and quietly took the fragrance powder prescription when she was packing Luo Shusheng's belongings.

That night, Mrs. Chen leaned over to read the recipe under a soybean oil lamp full of excitement. As a result, I just looked at it and was stupid.

Luo Scholar's calligraphy was flamboyant, and the cursive writing was elegant and unrestrained. She stared for a long time, but she didn't understand half a word.

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