Higher Level Wife

　　 One sentence pulled Fu Qiuning out of her memory, and instantly shocked her in a cold sweat. However, Jin Fengju shook his head and sighed: "Qiu Ning was sent to Zhuangzi when he was a child. There can be any good people there. Naturally, it is difficult for her and her mother to have a good time. If you can buy some new year goods and buy two paintings, I'm afraid it is already exhausted. Brainstorming. Okay, you can buy all these paintings."

　　 Fu Qiuning breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was okay, I haven't come up with an idea here yet, but Jin Feng was clever and helped me out. As I was thinking, I heard Jin Ming cried out, "What? Buy them all, Lord, there are dozens of them for less..." Before finishing talking, I heard Jin Fengju say impatiently: "Long-winded, just a few dozen. Ten of them, go back to each room, and if there are still left, take them home to those servant girls."

　　 Jin Ming had to agree with a bitter expression. When Fu Qiuning heard him grunting while paying out, she quietly smiled at Jin Fengju: "Jin Ming must be scolding me in his heart."

Jin Feng raised his head and glanced back and smiled: "You borrowed his ten courage, he wouldn't dare to be disrespectful to you, it might be mumbling at me." After speaking, he saw that there was a snack stall in front of him, so he pulled Fu Qiuning. Walked over, looked at the dim sum on the stall and smiled: "It's fun, although this dim sum is rough, I haven't seen it in the mansion. Huh? This seems to be the little dumplings you made back then." Yin raised his head and asked the stall owner. What kind of stuffing.

The stall owner straightened his eyes when he heard Jin Fengju's question. He knew that this must be from the rich and noble family, so he hurriedly said with a smile: "This is sugar huā raw sesame stuffing. It's all common stuff, son and wife. I am afraid that I may not be used to it in the mansion."

　　 Fu Qiuning saw that several kinds of dim sum were unique to the southern side, and knew in his heart that they were almost from the Lingnan side. Seeing that Jin Fengju seemed to be very fond of these dim sums, Jin Ming bought most of the money, only to see that the arms of the next few servants were full. Jin Ming also held a large bag of various snacks in his hand. He said with a bitter face: "Father, grandma. You can do it without leaving your children. I thought you were here to go shopping today. If you talk about new year's goods, you don't need to worry about it. I don't know how many housekeepers will be dispatched in the house. I’m afraid I’m half prepared..."

　　 did not wait to finish. Just listen to Jin Fengju smiled and said: "You lead them back to the carriage, put these things in place and then come back..." The words were not finished. Just listen to Jin Ming laughed and said: "Master is really happy and confused today, this is a crowd of people, and the minions are back. Where can I find my grandma and grandma again?"

"Since this is the case. Anyway, you can't take things anymore. Just go back to the carriage and wait. It's weird to walk with us with such a large amount of things." Jin Fengju said, then turned around and said to Fu Qiuning: "Go Just be careful when you buy something later, we have to carry it by ourselves."

　　 Fu Qiuning smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? At the time of Wanfengxuan. I carried two buckets of water alone, and there were always forty or fifty catties. I just don't know if Xiaohouye has the strength of me."

"Okay. You dare to doubt your husband and me, and don't want to think that what I say is a bit internal. Don't worry, more than one hundred catties is fine." After Jin Fengju said, he turned to look at Jin Ming and said: "Okay, you go back. Come on, don't dawdle."

　　 Jinming smiled and said, "Master, the minion can still take something so that the two little cubs can return to the carriage first." As he said, he drove the two young men back first. Here Jin Fengju and Fu Qiuning continued to stroll around, but saw that the next thing was pork legs, pig hooves, pig skins and the like. They were not interested in this, so they didn't buy it.

　　 After the trip to sell food, I saw a few beggars lying there, all old people and children. Fu Qiuning knew that there was almost no begging scam in ancient times, so he took out a bunch of money from Jin Fengju, pulled the red string away, and divided the bunch of money among the beggars.

A few beggars all kowtowed their heads and thanked them for their gratitude. As soon as Fu Qiuning was about to say something, she suddenly heard Jin Feng say: "Listen to Qiu Ning, it's like a tune from Huangmei Opera." She quickly stood up, and sure enough, the wind faintly heard. With the sound of drums, it does look like the tune of Huangmei Opera. At this moment, I saw a little beggar raised his head and said, "Yes, that's a troupe, invited by the Yun family. They are not called the authentic Huangmei Opera, they only sang Huangmei Opera at the time of the World Congress, but It was these people who listened to other people's dramas as good and famous, so they made up some random sings."

　　 Although the little beggar was a bit disdainful of this, Fu Qiuning was very interested. Said to Jin Feng: "The Royal Jiaofang Division Hui Huangmei Opera is nothing. It is a high and low level opera. Only when the folks truly have these operas and countless people join in writing lyrics and arranging, this opera can truly develop."

Jin Fengju smiled and said, "I always knew that you were broad-minded, but I didn't expect it to be wider than I thought. I just heard it, and I was still a little unhappy, thinking that those people would dare to sing Huangmei Opera. This is not a waste of it. Is your name? Unexpectedly, you look so open."

　　 Fu Qiuning said with a smile: "You have such a narrow mind because you love me. If you were yourself, you would think like me. Go, no matter what, let's listen to it, I'm very curious."

　　 So the two people squeezed through the crowds. When they came to the stage, they found that there was already a crowd of people outside the stage. Fu Qiuning looked up and saw that the costumes of the people on the stage were exquisite, but they were also very beautiful. At the very least, the walking figure can bluff laymen. Although the accent is a bit nondescript, but it sounds pleasant. After only listening to it for a while, she eagerly said to Jin Feng: "They are talented. They performed that scene at the World Civilization Conference that day, and now they sing a bit like this, which is rare. "

After Fu Qiuning finished speaking, the woman in front of her turned back and said: "This lady is right. Since the World Civilization Conference, many troupes have composed and performed this Huangmei opera by themselves. This Yuntai troupe would sing the best, otherwise I dare not show my ugliness in front of so many fathers and villagers."

Jin Fengju smiled and said, "Nevertheless, compared with the World Civilization Conference, I always feel a bit nonsense." As soon as the voice fell, an old man turned around and laughed: "That is, how can I join the World Civilization Conference? Compared to that? Those are all royal singers and dancers. I heard that Mrs. Jin Xinghou has been teaching for a few months. How can these grass-roots tables compare with others? Apart from the nobles, who else~~. -Updated first release~~Can you go and listen to the performances of those royal priests?"

　　 Jin Fengju smiled slightly, and stopped speaking, thinking about what Qiu Ning said was right, how many princes and nobles were there? If the Huangmei Opera is only in the royal family, it is indeed high and widowed. Only when it spreads among the people can it be prosperous for a long time. Qiu Ning does not love money or power. It is very different from ordinary women. Maybe, what she wants, is it. Is it to make the tunes of this Huangmei Opera sing everywhere in the world, right?

As I was thinking, I suddenly felt that Fu Qiuning’s sleeves were being held by Fu Qiuning, and she heard her [excitedly] said: "Fengju, I want to see them. They are all manufacturable materials. In terms of talent, they are by no means inferior to those singing and dancing girls. With a little bit of advice, the achievements will not stop there, Fengju..."

　　 From the day that Jin Fengju and Fu Qiuning reunited five years later, Fu Qiuning had never called Jin Fengju by name except when Huanai was strong. Now that she even called out, Jin Fengju knew that she must have been extremely excited. In theory, he took Fu Qiuning out to visit the big show this time, and he was already too good to go and deal with some lowly actor. However, Jin Fengju felt Fu Qiuning's excitement, and he couldn't say this refusal. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back and take a look."

After he finished speaking, he and Fu Qiuning left the crowd and walked backstage around the road. The woman and the old man here looked at each other hesitantly. How come you are so familiar?"

The old man had the same doubts on his face. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly slapped his hand and said, "Yes, Fengju, that master Fengju is as handsome as a jade, and is also called Fengju, but he is not the famous gold inlay. As for Master Xiaohou, then, isn't it just beside him..."

　　 The two looked at each other again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They both saw the shock in each other's eyes, but they said they didn't dare to say anything about the "Mrs. Hou Ye". After a long while, Fang Ting's old man rubbed his hands and smiled: "Hey, I didn't expect that this Yuntai class would have such a chance. If someone instructs them, we will benefit from it in the future." After speaking, the woman nodded fiercely, apparently agreeing with him.

Let’s talk about Jin Fengju and Fu Qiuning coming to the back of the stage. The so-called backstage is actually a makeshift shed with costumes and a few bronze mirrors. A few people are busy putting on makeup while joking noisily. NS.

Jin Fengju was looking inside, and saw a girl going out, glanced at them up and down, and said in a maddening voice: "Who are you? But you are the dog-legs who run errands for your young master? Tell you, Brother Fifth won't go. It doesn't matter how much money you pay."

Jin Feng got angry and didn't feel very angry: "How do you say this girl? Do you look at us like shit? Who can afford to hire a slave like ours? I really don't know Jin Xiangyu, call your class leader. Come out, I have something to say. Let me tell you, his chance has arrived today, and the person next to me will give you some advice, which will be useful for your life."

　　 Fu Qiuning hurriedly tugged at his sleeve to prevent him from being so arrogant. And the girl listened to Jin Fengju's words and saw that they were dressed up, she was really luxurious, not to mention the slaves, even the masters of ordinary people might not be able to have this outfit. I couldn’t help but hesitated. When she heard that Jin Feng lifted such a big tone, a disdainful smile appeared on her face again, and she sneered: "Oh, this is not a small tone. Our Yuntai class is in the capital, and we have never encountered such a tone. Great person, who do you think you are? Mrs. Hou? He also gave us some pointers."