The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 114:

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This article can be read normally if the subscription ratio is ≥50%, otherwise it needs to be delayed for three days, and the supplement can be viewed immediately. She looks like she is in her fifties, with her gray hair neatly **** behind her head. She has a long face, her eyelids are a little droopy, and her face becomes triangular-shaped when pulled, which makes her look particularly uninviting.

Zhao didn't need to say anything, Sun just said it: "Zhao'er, it's not that the fourth aunt said something about you, you just like to make a fuss. Could it be that you deliberately torment us all, even if you don't feel happy..."

Before she finished speaking, she was pulled by the man Xue Qinghuai.

"Okay, just say a few words. Zhao'er is not ignorant. Besides, the dog is sick. It's better to find a doctor to see him, so that the family can rest assured."

"I said less and less, I didn't say anything..."

"You also said..."

The couple went out while talking and playing around. Auntie Yang smiled at Zhao'er and then said to her mother-in-law: "Mom, let's go too and let the dog have a good rest."

Ms. Zhao glanced at the dog on the kang, snorted coldly, turned around and left. Just from her posture, it can be seen that she is very angry.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The Xue family cannot be called a very rich family. To hire a doctor from the town will cost at least one or two hundred bucks. With the Xue family's current wealth, how many times can it be done? ? ! In particular, the doctor's pulse diagnosis just now confirmed Zhao's guess that Xue Gouzi was deliberately pretending to be ill, and it was strange that she was happy.

Let Mrs. Zhao see that the two brats from the second bedroom are deliberately torturing the family, but since the eldest daughter-in-law has come forward to persuade them, Ms. Zhao will naturally not say more.

Generally speaking, among the three daughters-in-law of the Xue family, Yang is the most popular with Zhao. The eldest has an unusual status, and Zhao is willing to give some face to the eldest daughter-in-law.

After Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang left, only the third uncle Xue Qingbai and the third aunt Zhou were left in the house. The two of them didn't usually talk much, and they didn't stay too long. Zhao'er thought that it was hard work for his third uncle to be busy in and out just now, so he sent the two of them out with a smile.

When he turned around and came back, he saw Xue Gouzi lying on the kang with his eyes open, as if he had gone crazy.

She didn’t think much about it. She came to the kang and touched his head: “Dog, don’t think too much. They don’t believe you are sick but have a headache. I believe you. You should take good care of your health. Don’t Stop thinking wildly."

Xue Gouzi glanced at her, his mouth was dry and his throat was tight: "Zhao'er..."

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Feeling these not delicate but very warm hands touching his head and face, Xue Gouzi felt a sense of reality and happiness that he had never experienced before.

She is not dead, and neither is he.

Although he didn't like some of her daily actions, and even hated her as his child bride, he never thought about letting her die. How could he be the one who killed his wife and son.

But Xue Gouzi was still very flustered, because that dream was too real. After experiencing that dream for more than seventy years, it was as if he had also experienced that life. But when I woke up from the dream, I didn't dare to look back after all the vicissitudes of life.

"Zhaoer..."

"Hey!"

"Zhaoer..."

"Yeah."

"Zhaoer..."

A stream of heat suddenly flowed out unconsciously from the dry eyes.

This frightened Zhao'er so much that she didn't even think about the fact that the little man would never call her that, let alone get close to him. She took his head into her arms and anxiously Ask him what's wrong.

Seeing that he didn't speak and was just crying in his arms, Zhao'er couldn't help but misunderstand whether those people just now made him think too much. From Zhao'er's perspective, the little man just had a lot of things on his mind and never said it out loud, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten this serious illness.

She patted his back again and again, holding him in her arms like she had held him when he was a child, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, dog, even if they don't send you to study, I will send you there, and I will sell the iron." I’ll send you all there.”

*

Xue Gouzi was recovering from a serious illness after all, and after experiencing such an incident, he drank some gruel for dinner and fell asleep.

Zhaoer covered him with a quilt and then went to pack the backpack he had just brought back.

The backpack was filled with needlework, thread and other items. These were rags that Zhao'er bought from the embroidery shop in the town. The reason why I got into this business was because I used to recruit children to carry bags made for women in the village and sell them in embroidery workshops.

There are no adults in the second room. Although the family is in charge of food, the pens, inks, paper and inkstones used by Xue Gouzi to study, as well as the clothes, bedding and some odds and ends for the two of them, etc., all require money.

It would be impossible to get money from the Zhao family. Although the uncle Xue Qingshan promised to treat his nephew as his own son, Zhao'er only saw the eldest son's mouth with a shiny face on weekdays. Xue Juncai There is never a shortage of pens, inks, paper and inkstones. In comparison, the little man was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a bald pen that Xue Qingshan didn't use back then.

Zhao'er has always been a strong person, and she couldn't bear to wrong the little man, so she had to rack her brains and look for money everywhere. There were no opportunities to make money in the countryside, so she went to the town and looked around. As long as it was within her ability and did not require capital, she would try to do it.

In the past few years, she has collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town. She has taken jobs from the embroidery workshop and assigned them to the women in the village who are skilled in craftsmanship. She often goes to the mountains to find wild products to sell.

Now that this business has been done several times, Zhao'er has a sweet mouth and a thick face. The owner of the embroidery shop can't rely on her to grind, so he sells unwanted rags to her in packages. She took it back, trimmed it and cut it, then asked the women in the village to help make purses and other items. She could make a lot of money by reselling them in the embroidery workshop. It’s much better than before just collecting the wallets made by others and earning a penny from several wallets.

If it weren’t for the money he made from this business, I still don’t know when Xue Gouzi will recover from his serious illness. Mrs. Zhao would have stopped paying for the medicines. When he came, he had to hide it, for fear that other people in the Xue family would find out.

When he thought of this, Zhao'er's mouth tightened.

She has always been nimble with her hands and feet, so she stopped fussing with it after she picked some useful pieces of cloth. I chose clean ones and spread them out on the square table. I used scissors to cut these strange-shaped pieces of cloth into a uniform shape.

Zhaoer calculated this by herself based on how much fabric is needed to make a purse. It will not be more or less. She will not take out these rags for others to see.

It is not easy for country people to make a penny. If someone finds out about it, they will be robbed of the way to make money within a few days.

Zhaoer also wants to use this to make money for her little man to go to the town to study. She can only go to see Xue Jun, and her little man can also go. Zhao'er always prepared things with both hands. She knew that the big house would never let such good things happen to the little man.

It is better to ask for help from others than to ask for oneself, and it is better to rely on oneself than to rely on mountains and rivers for support.

Zhaoer has understood this since he was seven years old and had to be exchanged for money by his grandmother and father.

Zhaoer finished what he was doing and saw that the little man was sleeping soundly. He looked at the sky outside and saw that it was already dark, so he wrapped the arranged cloth in something and hurriedly took it out.

Yuqing Village is particularly peaceful at night. The pale silver moonlight shines on the village paths. Although the road cannot be seen clearly, it is not completely dark after all.

Zhaoer walked all the way without even being surprised by a dog.

This is not an ability that ordinary people can have. You must know that in places like the countryside, almost every household has a dog. Dogs are particularly alert at night. Whenever someone walks by the door, they will bark wildly. Even if a petty thief came to the door, he would have been frightened away by the dog.

Zhaoer only developed this ability after walking a lot at night.

Of course it also has something to do with the black man following her legs.

Heizi is a country dog, but he is stronger and bigger than other country dogs. Not many dogs in Yuqing Village can beat Heizi, and it is because of Heizi that Zhaoer dares to walk alone at night.

She went to a family's house in a familiar way. It was strange that the other party knew that she would come at this time and left the door open for her. As soon as she entered the door, the family's dog rushed over. Before she could reach her, a black shadow rushed over and threw the dog to the ground. The dog was so frightened that it lay on the ground and stopped barking.

Zhao'er gloated: "I don't have a long memory!"

At this time, a man came out of the house and smiled as he walked forward: "This black man is here to bully our family's wealth again. Please come in and sit down."

"Aunt Osmanthus, I won't go in, and I'm rushing back."

Zhaoer handed the things in his hands to the person who came, took some things from the other person's hand, wrapped them in cloth, and then went to the next house.

Zhaoer visited five families.

She is eager to make money, but there are few women in the village who are good at needlework. In addition, the person she is looking for must be tight-lipped and reliable. Otherwise, the whole village will know about it before the money is earned. She also makes **** money.

The reason why she said this is because when she collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town, she was publicized by people who were not careful about the matter. As a result, she was criticized all day long. She was not afraid of being criticized, but these things eventually reached the little man's ears, and some villagers teased him about it, which caused a lot of conflicts between her and the little man. And after that, she couldn't receive any vegetables in the village. Even if someone sold them to her, they would be at a high price.

In the end, she had no choice but to go to other villages to collect vegetables, which was not a waste of time. Since then, Zhao'er has developed a good memory. To make money, she must make it secretly. Only by being secretive can she make a fortune.

When Zhao'er returned home, Xue Gouzi was still sleeping soundly on the kang.

She went to get some water to wash her face and wipe her hands before getting on the kang. There was only one kang in the second room. She had slept with Xue Gouzi since she was a child, so she was used to it.

Heizi was sleeping under the kang. He just invited his son into the house. Hei Zi slipped in at his feet and randomly chose a place to lie down. It looks like the dog's eyes are closed, but in fact its ears are upright and moving from time to time.

Before Zhao'er lay down, he leaned over and looked at the little man, then touched his forehead before he fell asleep with peace of mind.

*

Compared with the second room, which has only two rooms and one kang due to the sparse population, the treatment in the big room is obviously much better. The entire three east rooms were occupied by the big room. At this time, Yang was talking to Xue Qingshan in the east room.

Yang told what happened during the day, and Xue Qingshan immediately frowned after listening.

He is not at home during the day, so naturally he does not know what is happening at home. Nowadays, some respectable families will invite scholars to host their weddings and funerals, but if rural families can't afford scholars, some will hire Tong Sheng to make up the number.

They are all scholars after all, so they are different from ordinary people.

Today, Xue Qingshan was invited by a family from a nearby village who was holding a wedding event. No need to pay any courtesy, and after eating and drinking, he could even leave a piece of wedding money.

However, people in the countryside are poor, so the happy money will not be too much, at most a few tens of pennies.

Xue Qingshan likes this kind of work the most. At this time, he will randomly assign articles to the school children to memorize, and then go out for the whole day, and no one will say anything. What he likes is not only having money, but also this time is when he is most proud.

He was seated as the guest of honor, and the men who came to have a wedding banquet were all proud to chat with him.

He is Master Tong Sheng!

Of course, it would be better if Tong Sheng could be replaced by a scholar, Xue Qingshan would only dream of it. But over the years, I have become more or less self-aware, and I can't help but place my hopes on my son.

Unfortunately, someone is blocking this road now.

Xue Qingshan drank a lot of wine, his fair and fat face turned red, and he was holding his breath in his heart, so he cursed: "What kind of trouble is this bastard? Just give him a little bit of color and he will be happy." It’s time to start a dyeing workshop!"

Ms. Yang sighed faintly: "Who told you to agree to the second son so easily in the first place, but now you are riding a tiger and it is difficult to do so, it is a loss to our talented people."

"In that situation, the second brother seemed to be honest, and he wanted to show off to his brother before he died. If I had known that he was paying attention to that, I would have tried to silence him, but There are so many people present, and the second child’s accident happened because of me. If I don’t even agree to this, how can I stand in front of others.”

Of course Ms. Yang knew this, but she couldn't calm down. Just because of that **** promise, Dafang had been tied up. Her son wanted to study in the library, but he had to hide it and beg for favors.

She was a proud and arrogant person. Naturally, the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Her eyes were shining with fire, but her face was sneered: "Because he suddenly became so ill. Originally, dad planned to make the decision for us, so we can only Bear with it. But he has been sick for the past few days, and today he made such a scene again, and my mother is already annoyed. I asked my fourth daughter-in-law to tell my mother before that the dog is not afraid of pretending to be sick. I must have decided that by now He is pretending to be sick."

Xue Qingshan's eyes lit up: "That's a good idea. I'll go talk to my parents tomorrow and ask them to implement this matter." He smiled and hugged Yang's shoulders and said: "It's better. My wife is smart and prepared a backup plan early."

Ms. Yang gave him an angry look, and the two of them rested together, saying nothing for the whole night.

The morning light is faint and dawn is breaking in the sky. Most of the villagers in Yuqing Village get up very early.

Smoke is rising from the chimneys of many houses, and villagers in twos and threes are walking along the village paths, either carrying hoes or pulling cattle, and they are heading into the fields.

It is the time of spring plowing, and the whole year's plan is spring. If you are lazy at this time, you will cry when harvesting grain in autumn.

Zhao'er woke up at exactly this hour and opened his eyes to find that the little man was still asleep.

Not long after she fell asleep last night, the little man had a fever again and was busy for most of the night. Fortunately, the fever subsided by the middle of the night.

She sat up and raised her hand to touch the little man's forehead to make sure it was no longer hot, then she gently put on her clothes and got off the kang.

The first thing he did was to open the door. Heizi, who had been restless for a long time, got out in a snap. Zhao'er followed him out of the room and saw Heizi hurriedly running out of the hospital to pee, so he laughed and shook his head.

At this time, there were already people in the courtyard, including the third-bedroom Zhou family and their eldest daughter Xue Taoer.

Today it is the third room's turn to cook. The Xue family's rule is that in addition to the housework of each room, the work of the father-in-law is shared equally. One day per room, changing in rotation.

The one responsible for cooking is not only responsible for the food and drink of the family, but also takes care of the family's livestock. The Xue family raised two big fat pigs, and just serving these two ancestors every day was not an easy job. Not to mention feeding chickens, fetching water, and chopping firewood, so the female family members who do housework on this day do not have to work in the fields.

It seems fair and just, but in fact everyone inside knows.

The eldest aunt Yang prides herself on being a boy, and she is extraordinarily superior to others at home. Ever since Xue Qingshan passed the examination as a boy, she has never done any housework again. The key is that Zhao is also facing her, so others can't question her too much.

At first, it was Xue Gouzi's mother, Mrs. Qiu, who finally came in, and finally the two sisters-in-law came to share the burden. After that, Mrs. Qiu followed her deceased husband, leaving Mrs. Zhou alone. It wasn't until Mrs. Sun from the fourth room came in that she could take a breath again.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Sun is a lazy and cunning person. In fact, Mrs. Zhou does most of the work.

In the past, when Mrs. Qiu was still alive, Zhao'er also helped Mrs. Qiu. Later, after Mrs. Qiu passed away, Zhao'er was busy with the housework of the second house and had to work as a middle schooler. In addition, Zhao'er was still young at that time, so Mr. Xue told her to take good care of Xue Gouzi and not have to worry about Gongzhong's work.

Zhao'er now has some free time to mess around and get some money. However, she is a conscientious person, and she will help out as much as she can in her spare time. As for those who tried to bully her like Mrs. Sun, her sharp tongue was not forgiving.

Seeing Xue Taoer struggling to fetch water from the well, Zhaoer rubbed his face and walked up to help her.

Thirteen-year-old Xue Taoer is like a little flower in bud. Although she is not very beautiful, she is still very delicate. Seeing Zhao'er coming to help her, she couldn't help but smile and talk to her: "Sister Zhao'er, is the second brother feeling better?" .

"I had a fever again last night and got better in the second half of the night." Zhao'er looked around curiously and asked, "Why isn't Third Uncle here?"

Although Xue Qingbai was an honest and taciturn person, he always loved his wife and daughter. Jufan would get up early and fill the water tank when cooking for the third room.

The Xue family has their own well, but the well is too deep, and there is no windlass installed on the well. It is really tiring to just rely on the strength of the daughter's family to draw water up. That is to say, Zhao'er was born as strong as an ox, and his strength was no worse than that of an ordinary strong man, so he could pull the bucket out of the deep well very easily.

"My dad went to the fields and said he would work for a while and then return after breakfast."

Xue Qingbai is an honest farmer. Unlike other brothers in the family who have other skills, he only knows how to farm, so he focuses on the ground. The Xue family has a total of more than 30 acres of land, and now they are planted by him, Mr. Xue, and the fourth son, Xue Qinghuai.

Although the women of the Xue family also go to the fields, that is during busy farming times. Besides, women only have so little strength, so what can they do to help? Fortunately, the three men of the Xue family are all good hands in the fields. They were really busy, so they paid to hire day laborers to help them for a few days, so they didn't have to worry about running out of work in the fields.

Just as he was talking, the door of the fourth room opened and Xue Qinghuai walked out.

The men in the Xue family are all tall, so Xue Qinghuai also inherited a tall body.

He has thick eyebrows, tiger eyes, and a high nose. He is dressed in dark blue coarse cloth and short brown clothes, and he looks very heroic. In fact, the men of the Xue family are not bad looking, but the women of the Xue family are a bit mediocre. However, all the grandchildren are well-born, and they are all top-notch in the village.

"Zhao'er Tao'er, you got up so early." Xue Qinghuai strode over, took the bucket from Zhao'er's hand, walked to the water tank, and poured water into the tank.

"How can you two little girls do this kind of rough work? You go do other things, and the fourth uncle will come to fetch water."

Zhao'er and Tao'er didn't refuse either. One went to the kitchen to help their mother cook, while the other took a basin and scooped out water to wash up.

As time passed, other members of the Xue family got up one after another, and there were more and more people in the yard. Over there in the kitchen, Mrs. Zhou called for dinner. Generally speaking, country people don't have to pay much attention to setting up a table when eating breakfast. They just put a bowl in a bowl and eat it wherever they want.

Breakfast is two-meter porridge. The so-called two-meter porridge is porridge made from two kinds of rice. Yuqing Village does not produce rice, but only crops such as wheat, sorghum, millet, and corn. Although farmers all grow wheat, they rarely use it for daily cooking. They always sell it and exchange it for other grains.

Even a wealthy family like the Xue family, which has a surplus of food at home, does not eat refined grains every meal, but eats a mix of coarse grains and fine grains. For example, the two-meter porridge for breakfast today is porridge cooked with millet, that is, yellow rice, and sorghum rice.

Because it was a busy time of farming, it was cooked quite thickly. Although it was not able to hold up with chopsticks, it was still much better than the usual thin soup with less water.

There is no other way. The Xue family seems to have a good family background in the village, but there are three scholars in the family. Not to mention Xue Gouzi, Guangdafang and his son spend a lot of money every month. It's no wonder that Zhao can usually pick out fleas and draw some blood.

Zhao'er filled two bowls of porridge, put a few corn tortillas on a coarse porcelain plate, put some pickles on the side, and carried them back to the second room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xue Gouzi sitting up from the kang.

She quickly put the wooden tray on the square table and came up to see him: "But are you feeling better? Are you hungry? I'll bring you some porridge."

Xue Gouzi looked at her with complicated eyes.

After experiencing such a dream, he now didn't know how to face Zhao'er. Whenever he saw her, he couldn't help but think of him in the dream and the words he was scolded before he died. He also tried to find the cause of Zhao'er's death in his memory, but it seemed that that memory was Xue Tingyan's most unbearable past event, and he had no memory at all.

Actually, Xue Gouzi was in a daze after being burned last night. He thought about it for a long time. He couldn't figure out whether he was Xue Gouzi or Xue Tingyan now. Was the dream true or false? Was he thinking about it all day and night? I had a dream, so I had such a ridiculous dream.

But he also had an idea in mind. If everything in the dream was true, several things should happen in succession. If these things happened, it means that his dreams were true.

Thinking about something in his mind, he reached out to take the bowl, only to realize that he didn't even have the strength to hold it. Fortunately, Zhao'er had good eyesight and caught the bowl quickly, so it didn't spill all over him.

Xue Gouzi felt a little embarrassed and a little anxious. It was strange. He would not have reacted like this in front of Zhao'er before, but he didn't know if it was a dream or not, but his mentality had a strange change.

Zhao'er laughed at him: "Why are you so polite to me? I forgot that when you were a kid, my sister washed the bed for you."

Zhao'er came to Xue's house when he was seven years old, and Gouzi was only five years old at that time. It is very strange for a child to urinate on the bed. He has obviously not peed for a long time, and I don’t know if it is because he drank too much water before going to bed or something, but he peed on the bed.

Since Qiu gave birth to the dog, her body and bones have been in poor condition. It was also winter, so in order to repay the kindness of her second wife and her husband, Zhaoer volunteered to wash the dog's urine-stained clothes. career.

What Xue Gouzi hates the most is Zhao'er. He always likes to say nonsense in front of him. You have to know that as you get older, boys are all worried about face, so how can you still be willing to listen to people mention such things, especially dogs who are overthinking and sensitive by nature. But today, for some reason, he didn't feel annoyed, only a little embarrassed.

He was surprised by his reaction, and Zhao'er had already scooped porridge with a wooden spoon to feed him. He opened his mouth subconsciously, and when the porridge warmed by her blowing came into his mouth, he saw the smiling eyes of the other party.

Those eyes were big and bright, as if there were stars hidden in them, and he couldn't help but blush.

Zhaoer immediately smiled even more happily and stuffed him with a corn tortilla: "Eat quickly, sister will stew eggs for you at noon."

She was treating him like a child, Gouzi suddenly had this understanding.

He was eating the porridge that Zhao'er had fed him, and was thinking wildly in his mind. He was very confused.

At this moment, someone came to the door.

This is Xue Qingshan.

Exactly the same as in the dream.

Xue Qingshan's fair face was full of sighs and worries. He sighed and said a lot of words, to the effect that the dog should take good care of his health and don't worry too much. He has grandparents and uncles at home, so he can't be blamed.

Seriously speaking, Xue Qingshan also followed the appearance and height of the Xue family men. In his early years, he was also a village grass in Yuqing Village. Unfortunately, as he got older, he gained some weight.

"Uncle has to go to private school. Gouzi, you should take good care of your health. You are a kid with too many thoughts." Xue Qingshan sighed and patted his nephew on the shoulder before lifting the door curtain and leaving.

What is he doing?

Zhaoer thought in confusion. After thinking for a while, she couldn't figure out why, so she stopped thinking about it and concentrated on feeding Gouzi porridge. Xue Gouzi looked thoughtful.

*

In the main room, Ms. Zhao was chatting with Mr. Xue about yesterday's events.

Ms. Zhao was sewing an old piece of clothing in her hands, and said: "Let me tell you, you just like to spoil that little thing. You feel sorry for him, but he doesn't feel sorry for you. Our money doesn't come from the river. Yes, just because he didn’t want to show his illness to the whole family, he made trouble one after another, which meant that he was going to turn the family upside down.”

Mr. He was wearing dark blue coarse trousers, sitting cross-legged on the kang, smoking a dry cigarette.

Every time after dinner or before work, Mr. Xue always smokes for a while, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, Gou Wazi is sick. Who doesn't have three illnesses and four pains?" After a while, he said in a hoarse voice.

The crackling sound sounded again, the lingering green smoke swirled in the air, and then dispersed in all directions. Mr. Xue's old face with crisscrossed grooves was hidden behind it, looming.