Facts have proved that sleeping has no effect, and it cannot solve any problem.

From counting to more than 9,300, Chen Bin, who finally fell asleep and woke up in a daze, had no choice but to find that the person in front of him was still those people, and he was still in the familiar and unfamiliar room yesterday.

The head no longer hurts, but the two memories that were unrelated to each other miraculously merged together.

For him at this moment, it doesn’t matter whether Chen Bin or Chen Jizu. What’s important is that he has to get up, because he has three urgent needs, so he can’t lie in the quilt to solve the problem, right? Besides, it’s not a big deal to stay in the bed. He had already been full of bladder and just lifted the quilt and was dozing off in the corner. Suddenly, the girl who was dozing off in the corner suddenly shouted: “Young master, young master, my master said you are weak and you can’t get out of bed casually.”

"I want to get rid of it!" Chen Bin glanced at her and still did his own thing.

"Don't move, I'll get the pot."

The little girl blushed and ran out of the room stumbled.

There is a difference between men and women. Chen Bin is not used to having to serve others in such a thing. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, then dragged his exhausted body and pushed open the door of the bathroom at the corner of the wall according to the route in his subconscious mind.

It was indeed weak enough. After a "slam" refreshing, he looked at himself in the mirror.

This is definitely not Chen Bin!

This pale face in the mirror, which is both familiar and unfamiliar, is a few years younger than the senior real estate agent Manager Chen. His facial features are quite correct. If he is a little bloody and shaved his "traitor's head" of four or six minutes into a hair, he is really a handsome guy.

Of course, if he had a choice, he would rather be the poor and ordinary Chen Bin in the 21st century than be the veritable "high, rich and handsome" now.

Looking around, it's very retro and nostalgic.

The toilet, mosaic walls, wall panels carved with beautiful and exquisite patterns... The bathroom decoration is also very stylish, which is very different from what was introduced to customers before the wrestling. If it were the case at that time, maybe it would be possible to pay an additional 200,000 or 300,000.

"Young Master, Young Master, are you in there?"

Just as he was thinking about it, the little girl Azhu's both crappy and annoying Shanghai Mandarin came from outside.

"It's out," Chen Bin put on his silk pajamas, looked around again, and then walked out staggeringly.

"My little ancestor! Why did you get out of bed like this?"

As soon as Azhu stretched out her arm, she was about to help him back to the bed. When she heard the second wife, the third wife and the fourth wife flocked in. She was not dressed and Chen Bin was very embarrassed, especially when facing the fourth wife who was dressed in plain clothes, who was still charming and particularly seductive.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Whatever you are afraid of, the fourth concubine, known as "May Moonhong", helped him to the bed and turned around and told him: "Azhu, the young master must be hungry. Go and ask A Bing to prepare for the food, tell him that it must be lighter... By the way, boil the pairs of medicines prescribed by Master... It must be low heat."

"Okay, fourth wife."

As soon as the girl walked out of the room, she sat by the bed, and then continued to chatter, "Zhu'er, from now on, you are the backbone of our Chen family. Your body can't be careless at all. You must not worry about Er Niang anymore..."

The memory after the integration was very clear. Chen Bin felt particularly close to the second mother in forties and unpretentious appearance in front of him. Because Chen Jizu's biological mother passed away early, she was the one who pulled her "self" with one hand. Looking at her, Chen Bin suddenly remembered his parents who had worked hard to raise him, but now he has come to this messy era for no reason and becomes like this again, and he feels sad.

Men will not shed tears easily.

Tears shed from the famous Xiao Kai in Shanghai, the unanimously recognized prodigal son, which surprised the fourth concubine who hated and loved in front of him. But when I thought of the dark urn in the mourning hall, I felt relieved again. After all, blood is thicker than water, no matter how bastard they were, they were still father and son.

While integrating memory, Chen Bin also inherited the language talent of the eldest son of the Chen family.

In fact, this is the only place that makes him feel inferior except for his appearance. Like Minnan and Chaozhou dialect, Penang hometown dialect, he could only understand 70 to 80% but could not speak Shanghai dialect, slightly Cantonese Mandarin, standard British English, weird pidgin English, and Japanese that is not very skilled but has no problem communicating.

Chen Bin naturally had to communicate in Penang dialect when the second wife said. Seeing her so sad, she couldn't help but blurt out: "Er Mother, I'm fine. Even if there is anything, aren't there Ziqi and Zijing?"

"Don't mention those two ignorant girls," the second wife sighed lightly, looked at the living room and said guiltily: "I have spoiled them all. I will never come back if I have such a big deal at home. I am not as good as the wild man on Yunnan Road. I am ashamed of my ancestors!"

It is indeed a bit unreasonable that I will never come back to attend the funeral after I die. What's more, it's not far away, but just in the middle and western women's middle school that is close to you.

The third concubine was still understanding and quickly rescued the situation: "Second sister, the children also have difficulties with the children. Instead of blaming them for not going home, it would be better to say that this family has implicated them. It would be better to see us that we can't take back, so as to avoid any trouble."

"Yeah yeah."

The sudden disaster made Chen Gongguan, who was jealous on weekdays, become unprecedentedly united. Even Mayhong defended Chen Bin’s two cheap sisters and said, “Second sister, you have to consider the children too. Oh... it’s just that our smart and confused master, if he hadn’t had any connection with the Japanese, would our family have fallen into this place?”

Obviously, the Chen sisters who received education in foreign schools wanted to draw a clear line between them and the "traitor family".

Whether it is national justice or self-protection, at least they have the opportunity to clean themselves. As Chen Jizu, he is blowing a trumpet through the crack of the door - he is famous, and his daily actions fully reflect the meaning of the name "Jizu". Not only can he not stay out of the matter, but he cannot even protect his personal safety.

When I heard about Chen Bin, I suddenly felt ridiculous and ridiculous. At the same time, I also reminded him that he should not sit still and wait for death. He must come up with a solution to solve both immediate worries and long-term concerns.

"Er Niang, what's going on with those more than a hundred women?"

There is no doubt that this is the key to all problems. If it weren't for those more than 100 women, the Chen family would never have suffered such a disaster. Seeing that the third concubine and the fourth concubine also showed a puzzled expression, the second wife had to tell the truth: "This matter has to start with Nanyang. There is a saying in Penang that is called 'Three Generations are Ba'."

"Three generations are Ba? What does it mean?"

"You must have heard of Baba, have you?"

The second wife paused and signaled her third concubine to take the porridge brought in by the girl, and explained: "In Malaya, in Penang, the mixed-race children born to Chinese and Malay natives are called 'Baba' and the women are called 'Nyonya'. To put it bluntly, they forget their ancestors. They don't look like Chinese, and they mean similar to malpractices."

Chen Bin subconsciously glanced at the bathroom and smiled bitterly with gratitude: "Luckily I'm not."

"Of course you are not, not only you are not, but our entire Chen family Yingchuan Hall, and the entire Chen Company are not." The second wife smiled rarely, and after pausing, she continued, "Let's get back to the point, we still talk about this 'Baba'. In the past, as long as it was not mixed race, it was not 'Baba'. Later, as more and more juniors were born in Penang, they could not speak the hometown dialect, did not worship their ancestors, and spoke English, and more and more young people learned foreigners. So there was a saying that 'Three Generations of Baba', that is, all the third generation of Chinese born in Nanyang were 'Baba'."

The woman is just gossip, and even the third wife couldn't help asking, "Is Zuer's mother a native Chinese?"

The second wife nodded, "Zu'er's mother is, and Zu'er's grandmother is too. It's almost three generations, so Mingxuan has to find a wife for Zu'er in China no matter what. Otherwise, the descendants of our room will be 'Baba' or 'Nyonya', and naturally they will no longer be relatives of the Chen family, and they will not be able to have a place in the Chen company."

No wonder the tradition of overseas Chinese is better than that of domestic ones. This obsession with bloodline is worthy of admiration. Chen Bin secretly praised one, and after thinking about it, he suddenly said: "It is understandable to pass on the family line, but I don't need more than a hundred women!"

"Young master must be like a young master!" The second wife rolled her eyes and shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Those more than a hundred women were not prepared for you. Besides, your father doesn't know about your ability. Do you need him to worry about this leisure?"

"Who did that prepare for? Could it be that it is really Japanese?"

"Of course not. Our Chen family not only has ancestral teachings but also family rules. Even if your father is confused, he will not do such a bad thing." The second wife pointed to the living room and continued, "Do you know why our family doesn't worship Guanyin or Buddha, but worships the Saint of Zhang? That is the rule passed down by ancestors! The Chen family Yingchuan Hall was the Yingchuan Hall of the clan earlier. Later, the British were not allowed to organize gangs, so it became the current Chen Company, and the ancestral hall became a place for sacrifices and discussions. Our family is the eldest house of the Taujiao, which is often elected as the main priest or deacon by the clans. So no matter how busy the business is, your father has to go back every spring and autumn.

As the head of the clan, your father has to do something for the clan in addition to family affairs. Continuing the family line and maintaining blood ties is naturally the top priority in clan affairs. Moreover, our family has business in Shanghai, which can be said to be unavoidable."

Everyone then realized that the fourth concubine suddenly realized: "Oh, those women's feelings are prepared for the younger generations in Nanyang!"

"Yes, not only our Yingchuan Hall, Xiayang Zhide Hall, Qiu Family Longshan Hall, Shitang Xie Family Zongshou, Lin Family Jiulong Hall are the same."

"How come you have a relationship with the Japanese again?" Chen Bin also wanted to ask this question, but he was snatched by the third concubine Li Xiangmei first.

The second wife shook her head and explained helplessly: "The war has caused more and more refugees in the concession. If people can't survive, they will naturally sell their children. Mingxuan actually just wants to do some good deeds. Buying them can not only give them a way to survive, but also solve the problem of inheriting the family lineage of the Chen clan in the South China Sea. Unfortunately, the efforts were slack, and they could not buy so many boat tickets, so they could only turn to the Japanese."

"What happened later?"

"Don't you know everything later?" The second wife knocked on Chen Bin's forehead and said with complaint: "Your Japanese classmate from Tongwen Academy is too unkind! She also took the money and ate the food, but in the end she sent those women to the comfort station of the Japanese barracks. If he hadn't arranged one of us, the master wouldn't have been..."

I remembered it all!

Yuji Ishikawa, a classmate from Tongwen Academy from Tokyo, and a second lieutenant officer of the Japanese Army Command at DiSway Road. Damn the Japanese, you should just say that you are making me - to be precise, Chen Jizu, the Chen family so miserable!

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Chapter completed!