Chapter 8: The Art of Attracting Spirits and Containing Souls
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep , Feng Qing'an finally got the chance to be alone with his elder brother Feng Qingping.
“Brother!”
Feng Qingan smiled shyly, looking like a weasel who just wanted to pay New Year's greetings to the chickens.
"Why are you looking for me so late at night?"
Feng Qingping glanced at his younger brother. This kid had to talk about his marriage at the dinner table. He couldn't lie in front of his parents, so he could only tell the truth. As a result, the two of them were worried and went back to their rooms after dinner.
"I want to discuss something with you!"
"What do you want to do? Why don't you consult with my parents and wait for me to come back?"
"Nothing, I just want to get a dog, but I'm afraid my parents won't agree, so I want you to speak up for me."
"That's it?"
Feng Qingping was a little surprised.
"Just go and talk to your parents yourself!"
“I’m afraid they won’t agree!”
Feng Qingan looked confident and righteous.
"But it will be different once you open your mouth, brother. They will definitely not reject you!"
"Okay, kid, I'll go talk to my parents."
Feng Qingping didn't ask any more questions and agreed to the deal directly. It was just raising a dog, which was nothing.
"I know you're the best to me, brother."
Feng Qing'an immediately beamed with joy. Since his elder brother was willing to help him, the matter was basically settled.
"It's late, go back to sleep, there will probably be some noise at home tomorrow!"
"I'm afraid it won't be just tomorrow!"
Feng Qing'an naturally knew what it was. His eldest brother passed the imperial examination and was the top scorer. He came back for the first time and many people came to visit him.
On the second day, at daybreak, there were noisy sounds coming from the yard. Feng Qing'an climbed out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, walked out of his room, and immediately saw several familiar faces.
“Tsk!”
Feng Qing'an did not go up to join in the fun. Entertaining guests was the job of adults and had nothing to do with a child like him. He just had to wait for the lunch banquet.
However, Feng Qing'an obviously underestimated the influence of a top scholar. At noon that day, their house was already crowded with people. Inside and outside the courtyard, there was a bustling crowd of people who wanted to come and see the top scholar.
Dear relatives, acquaintances and strangers, people Feng Qingan had seen and people he hadn’t seen. In short, today was the first time he knew that his humble family actually had so many relatives. But no matter whether they knew each other or not, even if it was the first time they met, these relatives were all very warm and polite.
If it were only these distant relatives, it wouldn't have been such a disaster. However, all the prominent gentry and landlords in the surrounding area, after hearing the news, sent people or even came in person.
With so many visitors, the Feng family was naturally very busy. All the aunts and uncles had to help out. Even Feng Qing'an, a half-grown boy, was asked to do the work and was not allowed to take a break.
Although he was conscripted into the army and was very busy serving tea and water to visiting guests, Feng Qing'an did not show any impatience and ran around diligently.
There was no special reason, it was just that there were many wealthy landlords among these visitors. They were dressed in silk and satin, wore gold and jade rings on their hands, and their every move was extremely tacky, but Feng Qingan liked this tacky look too much.
When he served tea to these people, he only needed to casually reveal his identity as the brother of the top scholar, and these guys would take the initiative to stuff a small ingot of silver into his arms as a red envelope gift. The generous ones would even directly stuff gold melon seeds into his arms.
This made Feng Qing'an run even faster. In just half a day, the pockets on his body were bulging, and they bounced up and down when he ran, looking quite heavy.
However, his abnormality was soon noticed by Yin. No matter how he tried to please and beg, all the silver and gold melon seeds on his body were confiscated by Yin in public, and as compensation, she threw him a few copper coins.
Feng Qing'an, who was holding the copper coin, had a dull look on his face and he no longer had much motivation. But after he sneaked back to his room, he could no longer hold back the smile on his face, and he smiled like a fox who had successfully stolen a chicken.
"Finally I have my own little treasury."
Feng Qing'an carefully pulled out a book from the bookshelf in the room, revealing the broken silver and gold melon seeds hidden behind the books. The smile on his little face became brighter.
There were so many people coming and going in his house today, and he didn't know how many people saw the scene of the gentry and landlords giving him silver and gold. The money left on him must be taken away by the Yin family to put an end to some people's inappropriate thoughts.
But he was running around in his own house, and the gold and silver were in his pocket, so he had plenty of opportunities to do something secretly. It was naturally very easy for him to hide a small part of it, because no one except himself knew how much gold and silver he had collected today.
"My mother took so much money from me, so raising a dog shouldn't be a problem, and my eldest brother will speak for me."
After putting the book back in his place, Feng Qing'an, feeling satisfied, inevitably turned his thoughts to the puppy. It had been more than a month since it was born and was almost ready to be weaned.
At noon, after finishing the buffet set up by the village, Feng Qing'an ran to Erpang's house, asked him a lot of taboos and methods of raising puppies, and then took the puppy back to his home.
At this time, even though it was past noon, the Feng family was still crowded with people and visitors. Everyone in the house was so busy that no one noticed that Feng Qingan had brought back a puppy.
And this is what Feng Qingan hopes to see. After he has been raised at home for a few days and his parents are familiar with him, they will no longer object, let alone drive him away.
"Little Blackie!"
Feng Qing'an teased the little fur ball, who was not at all timid or uneasy even in a new environment, because he was here, the puppy was already familiar with his scent, and this was his room.
Woof! Woof!
The black and gray puppy shook its tail vigorously and licked the hand that Feng Qingan extended with its pink tongue.
"Come, eat!"
After kneading it vigorously twice and satisfying his hand urge, Feng Qingan took out the milk cake and egg yolk that he had prepared long ago, placed them in front of the puppy, and looked at it with anticipation.
The newly weaned puppy looked at the food in front of him, sniffed it gently, and without hesitation for too long, opened his mouth with just grown milk teeth, and buried himself in the milk cake.
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"receive!"
Looking at the little black boy who was busy eating in front of him, Feng Qing'an did not hesitate and said silently in his heart.
Suddenly, a stream of information appeared in his mind. It was the practice method that Feng Qing'an had longed for. Moreover, it was not only the practice method, but also the key points and taboos therein, which were listed one by one in great detail.
