The bustle on the street was originally just the bustle on the street and could not reach the Shenzhen compound, but this time they became aware of the bustle faster than before.

It has been a long time since the last firework in the sky dispersed, and many people standing in the deep courtyard of the mansion looked back with some reluctance.

"Master, master, let's ask clearly. Ask what's going on."

Then many people's inner houses could be heard shouting like this.

"It's her..."

After hearing what the boy said, Chen Shao's expression changed from surprise to horror to a wry smile, just like the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the end, he only said this sentence and sat still.

Mrs. Chen had only one emotion from beginning to end.

"She is indeed here, sir. Look, Mrs. Cheng is indeed here." She repeated excitedly.

"Yes, she is indeed here." Chen Shao said.

I knew she wouldn't fail to come.

It's just a matter of nothing. If something happens, this lady has never backed away. She has never hesitated. She has always stepped forward.

"But, sir, you see, you are really worrying too much. Being able to arrange it like this means that she came very early, but she didn't tell anyone about it, she just silently endured the grief and buried those people."

Mrs. Chen continued, sighing.

Chen Shao turned to look at her with a strange expression.

"Silently?" he said.

Is this called silence?

This kind of silence is really scary!

It’s really going to kill people!

Chen Shao let out a breath, knowing that this lady would kill someone if she took action.

Yes, it is true that she did not come to find anyone or beg for anyone. On the contrary, at this moment, someone actually begged her and accepted her favor.

Mrs. Chen was still chattering about preparing some funeral services, but Chen Shao couldn't listen to a word. He looked up at the door and seemed to be able to hear the noise coming from the street.

This is just for today, wait for tomorrow, wait for the day after tomorrow, wait for the excitement to dissipate, pass from hand to hand, exaggerate and ferment...

"Here comes someone." He raised his head and shouted, interrupting Mrs. Chen's words.

The boy outside the door answered the door.

"Go and see if Lu Si'an has left?" he said.

On the other side, Mrs. Chen reached out and patted Chen Danniang, who was still standing in the corridor looking at the sky.

"Okay, okay, Dan Niang, be careful if your neck hurts." He smiled.

Chen Danniang reluctantly looked back.

"Grandpa, grandpa, let's go buy these fireworks quickly." She shouted urgently.

Old Mrs. Chen laughed and shook his head.

"Not everything is for sale in this world," he said.

Chen Danniang looked at him puzzled.

"You can ask for some things, but you may not be able to buy them." Old Mrs. Chen smiled and patted Chen Danniang on the head. "After a while, grandpa will take you to ask for them."

Although Chen Danniang didn't understand the first sentence, she understood the second sentence and nodded happily.

"I'll tell my sisters," she said, and ran away happily.

Mr. Chen watched his granddaughter run away with a smile. He raised his head and looked at the sky again, and then looked back at the room. The once shallow circles on the screen standing in the middle became more and more obvious, making this

Zhang Penglai's six-fold landscape screen has lost its original elegance.

"This time, I don't know how many more will be added," he said, smiling slightly.

It rained heavily in Beijing that night, and the city became even more refreshing after the rain.

The paper money on the street had been cleared yesterday. Coupled with the heavy rain all night, the street had returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

But this only seems to be the case.

People walking on the road quickly notice the difference.

"What are those people doing?" a passerby asked curiously, pointing to one side, "Want to pay homage?"

This is a cemetery. It looks not small, but also very simple. There are a few new graves, a few stone tablets, and a few newly planted trees. But the strange thing is that there are many people around the cemetery, and some people even just lie down.

On the ground.

"Oh, they are not worshiping, they are drinking wine." Someone laughed.

Passers-by were even more surprised. Eat wine? Eat it with your nose?

They looked up and down.

"Where's the wine?" they asked.

Someone stretched out his hand and pointed around.

"It's everywhere here," he said.

The passers-by were even more dizzy this time. Are all the people in the capital so crazy?

"Don't know?"

More crazy people are coming.

"A big event happened in the capital yesterday..."

"What's the big deal?" More passers-by came around and asked curiously.

"Do you know whose cemetery this is?"

"..What does this have to do with alcohol?"

"..Hurry up and talk about wine..."

"If you want to talk about wine, you have to talk about this tomb..."

At this time, Taipingju Shenxianju and even Yichun Hall were crowded with people wanting to buy wine.

"Not to mention whether there is wine to buy, why shouldn't you come to our drug store to buy it?" The shopkeeper of Yichuntang couldn't laugh or cry.

"Where can I buy it?"

"I only ate one bowl yesterday. I only ate one bowl. I can never eat any more wine in this world. They are all bland and tasteless..."

"You ate a bowl, and I just licked a few drops..."

Naturally, the same conversations kept ringing out in Shenxianju and Taipingju, making the business so noisy that it was almost impossible to continue.

The respective shopkeepers of the two families had to step forward to appease them.

"Everyone, let me say it again, this wine is not brewed here, we don't have it."

"Didn't you say it was brewed by your big boss?"

“It’s brewed by our big boss, but we don’t sell it.”

"Why not sell it?"

"This wine is not for sale. It is specially brewed by our boss for several of our bosses."

"Then it has nothing to do with selling, right?"

Shopkeeper Wu shook his head with a smile, looked at the crowd of people eagerly asking questions, and extended his hand to signal.

"Everyone, everyone." He smiled and waited for the people in the audience to calm down before continuing, "Specially, uniquely, uniquely, just for them, how can it be considered unique if it is sold?"

The people in the whole place looked at him blankly.

"That's it? Really not for sale?"

Mrs. Zhou asked.

The girls and women in front of them nodded.

"Yes, yes, how many people gathered around the door and asked, and they all answered like this."

"I also went to many restaurants to order their wine, but they were all rejected."

Mrs. Zhou was stunned as she held the tea bowl, then laughed again.

"The wine is really so good?" she asked.

"Okay, great, those people will have to pay consistent prices." A girl said hurriedly.

"No, your price was yesterday's, and today it has gone up to two thousand dollars." Another girl said hurriedly.

Mrs. Zhou's tea squirted out in one gulp.

Two passes!

"She really dares to ask for a price! Does she think it's a sacrifice of her life?" she said.
To be continued...