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Chapter two hundred and sixty seventh flesh and blood (three)

Lin Yuan paid for the small farmyard near the Ming family. Xin Qingyuan asked a few simple questions and learned that the son of that family was doing business in the imperial capital, and the whole family had to move to the imperial capital to enjoy wealth and honor, and sell it together with dozens of acres of land.

While Mu Changfeng was about to pay, Lin Yuan suddenly stopped him and insisted that he would pay for the house and land.

"I forgot that our Yulong Pavilion has a wealthy family." Xin Qingyuan smiled and drank tea, saying, "The lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the Lin family is richer than everyone else. Why do you want so much land? Who will farm?"

There was a slight reproach in his words, and Lin Yuan looked ashamed and said, "Let me rent it to Sister Xiuyu. Yuan'er knew that Sister Xiuyu was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, so she wouldn't even ask for it to give it to her. It would be better to rent it to her. Every year, I got the harvest and I would just give it to me."

Xin Qingyuan felt very sorry for Lin Yuan and said, "Mingxu's death is not your fault."

Lin Yuan said: "Yuan'er knows what the Grand Master said, and Changfeng has persuaded Yuan'er, but some responsibilities must be borne by Yuan'er. Otherwise, he will be a man."

"Forget it, the Grand Master will not persuade you again," Xin Qingyuan put down the teacup, rubbed his worries heavily, and said: "Everyone has to bear some of his life in his life. Who can guarantee that he will have no guilt and pain when he closes his eyes. You just need to remember not to let the feeling of guilt and pain become a burden that hinders your progress."

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "Please rest assured, Master Yuaner will turn shame into motivation and work hard to do better."

Xin Qingyuan smiled with relief, his kindness became stronger, and said, "Everyone goes back to clean up, we will leave tomorrow morning."

Fang Zhiliang was worried about Ming Xiuyu, and wanted to avoid Xin Qingyuan, and said, "You guys go, I'll stay for a while."

Lin Yuan said: "Cousin, don't do this. Master said he was soon...that's what? How good is it to have the opportunity to get together."

"I am energetic and full of energy," Fang Zhiqiang glanced at Xin Qingyuan, then diagnosed his pulse, and said, "Grandpa is so strong and strong, living for another ten years is not a problem."

Fang Zhiliang didn't want to talk anymore, and left as soon as he finished speaking.

Xin Qingyuan waved his hand and asked Mu Changfeng and the other two to retreat, sat alone in front of the window, looking at the sun that was about to set, full of worries and speechless.

He knew that his body was indeed as Fang Zhiliang said, strong and strong, without any decay. For some reason, he was always restless recently and felt the call of death to him.

There is a way that heaven will encounter unexpected situations, and people will have good fortune and good fortune every day. Since there is no disease or disaster, I am afraid that a sudden disaster will come soon.

Xin Qingyuan knew that fear and worries were useless, so it was better to be at peace since it came, and let it go. Drink a cup of hot tea and make your mind clear and you will never think about it again.

The weather was clear that night and the sky was full of stars. When Xin Qingyuan came back for Ming Jiu, he personally brought the ginseng bird's nest that had been prepared for solemnly.

The two of them have a very different age and a huge difference in status, but they feel that they have met too late. They have a long chat and have a very close relationship.

In Mingjiu's eyes, Xin Qingyuan is like an old god in a mythical story, with a kind look, a kind look, a sincere heart, and no sense of being above all. Talking with him is like chatting about family matters with close friends whom he has known for a long time. There is no need to hide it or avoid it, just be honest.

In Xin Qingyuan's eyes, Mingjiu is more touching than many so-called Confucian celebrities. Although he doesn't know much literacy and has no deep knowledge, his words can always touch people's hearts. He is so wise, kind, simple and sincere.

The two talked about interesting and upset things in life, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, and unknowingly, until midnight.

Xin Qingyuan mentioned the matter of moving out of Ming's house and said, "I have disturbed several children for a long time. I am very uneasy. I have bought a nearby farmyard and will leave tomorrow morning."

Mingjiu said: "Why are you so disgusted by the old man? You can stay at Ming's house as long as you want."

Xin Qingyuan smiled bitterly and said, "I can't hide it from it. I have a premonition that I have not had enough time and want to gather with my granddaughter and be greedy for family happiness."

Mingjiu felt very heartbroken when he heard this, and said, "Why did the old man say such a disheartening thing?"

Xin Qingyuan said: "You might as well guess how old I am."

Mingjiu looked at it carefully for a moment and said, "Ninety-Nine."

Xin Qingyuan touched his snow-white hair and said, "He is 115 years old."

"Hi," Mingjiu was surprised and happy, saying, "It's rare that there is an old man over a hundred years old."

Xin Qingyuan said: "For more than a hundred years, I have tasted all kinds of ups and downs, and when I close my eyes, it is a joyful and funeral, so don't be sad."

Mingjiu said admiringly: "The old man actually regards life and death so indifferently."

Xin Qingyuan said: "Life is rare in seventy years, and it is not easy to live at seventy years old. I am unique and have never taken something that prolongs life. I can live such an old age. I cannot be greedy and want to live for a hundred years."

Mingjiu said: "Reason is this, but it would be better if you can live longer."

Xin Qingyuan said: "For me, it is best to have fewer regrets. The older I am, the more I missed the time when my family reunites. Every Double Ninth Festival is the happiest day for me. I hope that before returning to Yulong Pavilion, I can celebrate the Double Ninth Festival in advance, drink some chrysanthemum wine and eat some chrysanthemum cake."
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