Mr. Fu ran away again today

The street market is not far outside the Baifu. At this moment, almost every household has just finished dinner, and it is time to come out to have fun.

The snow was still falling, and there were too many pedestrians on the road, and horseback riding could not go fast.Mo Chen led the horse and walked in the direction of Hall Master Ma's house.

On both sides of the road are stalls selling lanterns, exorcism masks, other children's toys, women's jewelry and rouge.The cries of hawkers, the laughter of children, the applause of adults when guessing lantern riddles...

Bai'an City is extremely lively tonight, but this excitement has nothing to do with him.

After leaving the streets of the busy city, there were suddenly fewer pedestrians, and there were only a few scattered vendors around.

There is a fortune-telling banner under a noodle stall with a cloth shed, on which is written "Spiritual fortune-telling", and an old Taoist sits under the banner, muttering: "Divination and fortune-telling, looking for people and asking things, fortune-telling with iron mouth, never lie .”

Mo Chen was about to walk past the hexagram booth, but when he heard the word "Looking for someone", he turned his head and took a look, and finally turned around and sat down in front of the old Taoist.

"Master, do you want to tell a fortune teller?" the old Taoist asked with a smile.

"Yes, I think—" Mo Chen looked at the old man, and suddenly felt that the old man looked familiar, and finally recognized him after looking carefully, "Aren't you the storyteller in the teahouse? When did you become a fortune teller?"

The old man sneered: "To make a living, you have to make some money to make ends meet, don't you?"

I heard him teasing Mochen Island Master in the teahouse, and now I even came to find a storyteller to tell my fortune.Mo Chen suddenly felt that it was a ridiculous thing for him to sit down and talk to him, so he got up and left without saying a word.

The old Taoist quickly stopped him: "Young master, wait a minute, but you want to find someone?"

Mo Chen snorted coldly, and said angrily: "If I say no, then you will ask me if I want to ask something?"

The old man stroked his beard under his chin, and said with a smile: "The person you are looking for, is a man?"

Mo Chen sneered: "It's either a man or a woman, there will always be a time when you are wrong." After speaking, he turned and left.

Behind him, the old Taoist squinted his eyes and smiled: "I heard that the poor Taoist has recently lost a chief financial officer in Mochen Island..."

Mo Chen wanted to ask the old Taoist how he would know, but then he thought about it, this old Taoist knew a lot of secrets about the world when he was still a storyteller. Although there are some correct and incorrect ones, there are always more news from him than other places, maybe he Really know Fu Chuxi's whereabouts...

"Master Dao, I'm looking for someone." Mo Chen sat down again in front of the hexagram booth, took off his purse and put it directly on the hexagram booth: "The person I'm looking for is Fu Chuxi, the chief financial officer of Mochen Island. As for I am the owner of Mochen Island that you said lost and lost."

The old Taoist picked up the purse, weighed it, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Don't worry, Island Master Mo, Pindao will do the math for you."

The old Taoist closed his eyes and muttered something, holding on to the whisk with one hand and pinching his fingers with the other. After a while, he opened his eyes and pointed with his hand: "Mo Dao is looking for someone, and he needs to go outside the pass."

"Outside the pass?" Mo Chen frowned, "You mean Mr. Fu went outside the pass?"

The old Taoist didn't answer, and said: "However, you should be careful on the road of Mo Dao. Now that the two countries are fighting in Songzhou, the world is not peaceful."

"You want me to go to Songzhou to find him?" Mo Chen asked.

The old man looked at Mo Chen with a smile, without saying yes or no.

Mo Chen stared at the old Taoist for a while, then asked suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

The old Taoist pointed at the fortune-telling banner with his dust whisk: "The iron mouth is a magician, and there is no falsehood."

Mo Chen was dubious, thought about it and decided to look for it first, what if?

Mo Chen thanked the old Taoist, rode on his horse and continued to head to Hallmaster Zhu's house.

The old Taoist sat behind the hexagram booth, looked at Mo Chen's distant figure, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Xuan Chu, I have found a good helper for you this time as a teacher..."

Mo Chen's original plan was to wait for Hall Master Ma to send someone to find out the contacts of Bai Zirui and Fu Chuxi, and follow the vines to find out about Fu Chuxi before leaving.

But now, he decided to follow what the old Taoist said, and set off to Songzhou tomorrow to look for it.

Mo Chen came to Hallmaster Ma's mansion and instructed: "Master Ma, you have people watching the White Mansion. If there is news about Mr. Fu, count the days when I leave and send a letter outside the pass."

Hall Master Ma searched for so long, but there was no news about Fu Chuxi, now that Mo Chen came out in person, he found out soon after, which also made Hall Master Ma a little ashamed, he cupped his hands and said, "I obey."

Mo Chen said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Hall Master Ma saw that it was getting late, so he said, "Now the gate of the city is closed, it is inconvenient for the island master to go out of the city, why not stay in the humble house and rest for the night?"

Mo Chen said: "No need, if I want to go back, even a city wall can't stop me."

Mo Chen bid farewell and left, left Hall Master Ma's house, rode his horse and went straight to Fu's Mansion in the west of the city.

Mo Chen knocked on the door for a long time before someone opened it.

"Island Master Mo?" Fu Bo, the butler of the Fu Mansion who opened the door, was holding a lantern in his hand. He was surprised to see Mo Chen at this time. Seeing that his body and hair were covered with snow, he hurriedly said, "It's windy and snowy outside. Island Master Mo, come in and have a cup of hot tea to warm up."

Mo Chen tied the horse to the door and followed Uncle Fu into Fu's mansion.

"Uncle Fu, why did you open the door? Have all the boys gone out to play?" Mo Chen asked.

"Hey, where are the boys? I'm the only old man left in this house now." Fu Bo asked, "Master Mo, are you here to ask about Mr. Fu?"

"Yes. Does he have a letter?" Mo Chen asked.

"A letter came a few years ago... Island Master Mo, this main hall has been vacant for a long time, and there is no time to clean it. Now only my room still has a brazier. If you don't mind, why don't you come and sit in my room?"

"It's enough to have a brazier to roast, so why don't you mind?" Mo Chen said.

As soon as they entered the house, the wind and snow were blocked outside. There was a charcoal brazier in the house, and an iron pot was placed on the brazier, and water was being boiled.Mo Chen took the hot tea from Uncle Fu, drank a couple of sips, and immediately felt his cold hands and feet warm up.

"Uncle Fu, you just said that Mr. Fu wrote a letter a few years ago, what did you say?" Mo Chen asked.

Uncle Fu took out a letter from under the mattress, handed it to Mo Chen, then sat down on the chair beside the brazier, and said, "Look...hey, Mr. Fu asked Mr. Bai to bring this letter to you a few years ago. , said to let me send out the servants and maids, then sell this house, and return to my hometown to take care of myself...My old man fled here when he was a child, where is there a hometown to go back to?"

Mo Chenzai read Mr. Fu's letter carefully, and it was indeed what Uncle Fu said in the letter, asking him to dismiss the boy, sell the house at the market price, and hand over the proceeds to Bai Zirui.

"A few years ago, people from the island came many times to ask about Mr. Fu's news. Does the owner of Mo Island know where Mr. Fu is now? Why does this Bai'an City not return if it doesn't come back? If it doesn't want this house, it doesn't want it. ?” Faber asked.

Mo Chen shook his head, why wasn't he so confused?

Mo Chen smiled wryly, Fu Chuxi had explained everything about the house, but he didn't even say a word to him.

Mo Chen asked: "Uncle Fu, are you really planning to sell this house?"

"Of course the master's entrustment must be obeyed. It's just that few people change houses during the Chinese New Year. I'm afraid the house will not be sold until after the spring." Uncle Fu sighed, "I've lived here for more than three years, and now I want to leave. I really can't bear to..."

Mo Chen poked the charcoal with the tongs, and suddenly a thought came to his mind.

"Uncle Fu, how much money do you plan to sell this house?" Mo Chen asked.

"Master Bai said that there are no valuable decorations in this house, and it would be enough to sell it for 400 taels." Uncle Fu replied.

Mo Chen said: "I bought this house."

"You want to buy it?" Uncle Fu was a little surprised, "But I heard from Mr. Fu that there are too many houses on Mochen Island to live in. Why are you buying this house?"

"I didn't buy it for Mochen Island, but I wanted to buy it myself." Mo Chen said in a heated tone, "Mr. Fu is such a clean person, if the buyer behind him is someone who is messy, how can he mess up this house?" manage?"

Fu Bo listened, nodded, and asked again: "Then Mo Island Master, do you want a gatekeeper? Although I am old, I still have the strength to look after a house."

Mo Chen said: "Of course you are needed here, not only that, but also the servants and maids from before. The number of people will be the same as before. You know, Mr. Fu likes to be quiet... After tomorrow dawn, I will Go back to the island and get some silver."

"That's really great." Uncle Fu said excitedly, "I'm relieved to have this house in your hands."