The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 130:

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Zhao'er took the towel, returned to the edge of the kang, took off the towel on his head and wiped his hair.

Her hair was black and thick, reaching her waist. She pushed her long hair to the side of her neck, then sat on the edge of the kang with her head tilted slightly, letting her long hair hang down, and combed it with a comb. With.

The girl is wearing a lilac-colored floral jacket and purple wide-leg pants. She had to straighten her back and tilt her neck to prevent the water from her wet hair from getting her clothes wet. These were all subconscious actions, but in Xue Tingyan's eyes, they made his heart beat faster for no reason, and he felt a sense of tension in his blood.

Nothing else, it’s because of this posture that the girl’s figure is revealed to the fullest. With high **** and perky hips, and a slender waist, Xue Tingyan had never seen such a scene before. An extremely unfamiliar feeling of heat rose up in her body.

But at the same time, it was not unfamiliar. A picture appeared in his mind. It was the night of the wedding ceremony between the two of them.

In the dream, he didn't like her at that time, but he thought it was natural to marry her.

It was a deep-rooted thought that she should be his wife.

It's just that the deepest hidden emotions were concealed by his awkwardness and ignorance. Especially when he later went to school to study and let his classmates know that he had a child bride in the countryside, he attracted a lot of ridicule.

But in fact, he liked her deep down, so she was tortured by him on the wedding night.

Originally, he was ignorant, and she was new to the world, so he hurt her too. But he still thought about it when it hurt, and she cried until tears and runny nose ran down her face. That was the first time she showed weakness in front of him, and he fell in love with this way of bullying her from then on.

At that time, he was studying in the school dormitory and could only come back every ten days. Every time he came back, she was so scared that she hid. But she had to rely on him and let him do whatever he wanted. He obviously liked it, but pretended not to like it.

Thinking about it now, he was really a **** at that time.

Thinking about the mess in his mind, he suddenly said: "I'll wipe it for you."

Zhaoer glanced sideways at him in surprise, and subconsciously refused: "It still doesn't work, I will do it myself." After these days of correction, she has gradually learned not to call herself sister.

Before she finished speaking, Xue Tingyan had already snatched the cloth and pulled her to turn her back. Zhao'er could only freeze there and let him wipe it.

Seriously speaking, Xue Tingyan is still half a head taller now, so he can only sit up on his knees to wipe her hair. The two of them were so close that Zhao'er didn't notice at all, but Xue Tingyan felt that his blood was surging fiercely.

Zhao'er's hair is very dark, thick, and smooth, like a piece of fine satin. He was clumsy, and he pulled her painfully several times at first. It wasn't until he heard her inhaling unconsciously that he slowed down and became gentler.

It felt a little difficult for him to reach, and Zhao'er felt a little distressed. He kept stretching his arms: "What if I don't lie down here?"

As she said that, she went to give it a try. Sure enough, it was more convenient for him to lie on the kang, and neither of them was tired. What she didn't know was that her posture was even more sultry when viewed from behind, especially for a young man who was full of energy.

Xue Tingyan immediately regretted agreeing to this matter. It felt like a kind of torture. He needed to work hard to steady himself so as not to look randomly.

"If not, why don't you sit up?" he asked.

But she didn't get an answer.

When I went to look, I found that she was asleep.

The girl seemed very tired and slept soundly. She was lying on the long quilt, her thick long hair spread behind her and reaching her waist. Because the quilt was covering her face, her face was slightly deformed, but her pink lips were pouty.

Zhao'er, who had just taken a shower, still had moisture on his face. His plump and delicate cheeks looked young and tender at first glance, and his pink lips had a kind of watery shine that was attractive.

There was something clamoring in his heart, and he leaned forward unconsciously. Their cheeks were getting closer and closer, so close that he could see and smell the sweet fragrance.

Suddenly, she moved, and he quickly stepped away, pretending to be nonchalant, muttering why he fell asleep, but in fact, he was nervously watching her reaction.

Fortunately, she moved a little and showed no sign of waking up, so he felt relieved.

But the impulse in his heart was gone. He looked at her several times, reached for the thin quilt and covered her with it, and continued to wipe her wet hair with a cloth.

*

Yuqing Village was originally a village built by a group of victims who fled the war in the previous dynasty and took root here.

At first it was not called Yuqing Village, but Zhengjiazhuang. Everyone in the village had the surname Zheng, but the number of people in the village was not large, only about ten households. Many years later, there was a famine one year, and the government arranged for a group of people who had fled the disaster to stay here. These people were the ancestors of the Xue family.

There are not many people with the surname Zheng, and there are also many people with the surname Xue. At first, the people with the surname Zheng took the lead. As time went by, the people of the two surnames began to fight against each other.

The Dachang Dynasty implemented the Li Lao system, where one hundred households were divided into one li, and a chief Jia was set up, which was commonly known as Li Zheng. He also appointed several elderly people, who are commonly known as village elders.

Within the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village, everything in the village, such as settling civil lawsuits, arbitrating rights and wrongs, guiding folk customs, advising on farming and mulberry farming, communicating with superiors and subordinates, etc., and even collecting taxes and military service and corvee, are all under the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village. It was co-hosted by local Li Zheng and village elders.

Li Lao's power can be said to be quite great, and those who can become Li Lao are all highly respected local people.

In fact, this system is equivalent to people in one place managing the people in one place.

There is a saying nowadays that the imperial power does not extend to counties, but only to clans, and clans are autonomous. Autonomy depends on ethics, and ethics creates gentry. This is how it is.

Over the years, the two surnames Xue and Zheng seem to be harmonious on the surface, but they have been constantly competing for the right to speak in the village. Although it was because of the emergence of a scholar among the people named Xue that the Xue clan reversed its earlier decline and several village elders appeared in succession, the position of Li Zheng has always been in the hands of people named Zheng.

Nowadays, there is one Lizheng and four village elders in Yuqing Village. Three of these four village elders are named Xue, which means two to three. However, because of Zheng Lizheng's presence, it is still not an advantage.

Clan Chief Xue was confident that if there was another scholar in the clan, he would be able to completely overwhelm the Zheng family, so when he heard about the rumors that had been spreading in the village these past two days, he immediately exploded.

Mr. Xue was called to Chief Xue’s house while he was still in the fields.

Looking at Patriarch Xue’s face as dark as the bottom of a pot, Mr. Xue was still puzzled by Monk Zhang Er: “Brother Haizi, what’s going on?” In terms of seniority, Patriarch Xue was Mr. Xue’s cousin.

"What's wrong with you asking me? Don't you know what's going on outside recently?"

Mr. Xue really doesn’t know.

Seeing this, Patriarch Xue told the story roughly with a dark face.

It turns out that I don’t know since when, things about the Xue family began to spread outside.

The source is that someone saw Xue Gouzi, the only son of the second wife of the Xue family, crying in front of Xue Laoer's grave.

The specific content of the cry cannot be tested. It may be possible for a half-year-old boy to express his grievances in this way, which is enough to prove that the child must have been wronged at home. Later, someone who knew the inside story revealed the truth, and everyone found out that the Xue family boss planned to send his son to study in the town, but only his nephew was left behind.

Not many people in the village knew how the second son of the Xue family died. When Xue Qingsong was about to die, many people in the village were there, so they naturally saw him holding Xue Qingshan's hand and making him promise to treat his son well.

When I came back from the Xue family, many people talked about it in private, saying that the second oldest child in the Xue family was really miserable, leaving behind a sick wife and a young son. No wonder the boss of the Xue family didn't agree to him, so he couldn't sleep. .

Now that such rumors have spread, the scene before Xue Laoer's death has been retold in various ways. Some elderly people are shaking their heads and sighing, saying that people's hearts are unpredictable, and no one can entrust their wife and children to them. If it doesn't work, it's better to keep it to yourself. You treat people as your elder brothers and risk your life, but they don't treat your son as your own son.

Xue Tingyan's situation in the Xue family in recent years has also made some women talk about it.

For example, although the dog in the second room rarely appears in front of others, he is always dressed in old clothes, while the handsome man in the first room has never been seen wearing old clothes. Even some things in the private school were told to adults by ignorant children. Xue Juncai had no shortage of pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and he had the most books in the school. As for Xue Gouzi, he was seen writing on the desk with water on several occasions.

Partiality, everyone is partial, and no one can say anything about favoring his own son, but Boss Xue also carried the life of his own brother on his back. This kind of partiality is a bit chilling.

"You are already a lot of years old, and you can't teach the younger people in your family well? You are right to favor the elders, but why did you bring this matter to the public? What do you think we should do now? Let’s go!”

Mr.

It doesn't matter if you finish your own reputation, you can't finish the boss's reputation. If he were to be known as the only son of a mean and dead brother, the boss would be ruined for the rest of his life. Not to mention taking the exam to become a scholar, you might not be able to get into a private school.

"Brother Haizi..." He looked at Patriarch Xue pleadingly, without any rules in mind.

"Now only by sending away both children will people have nothing to choose from."

Mr. I can’t afford it.”

Hearing this, Chief Xue also frowned.

When Xue Qingshan went to Qinghe Academy to study, he knew the inside story very well. That place is very money-hungry, and the key is not to have any objections, because there are many people willing to pay to go in. The annual expenses are at least twenty taels, and Xue Qingshan has been away for five years.

Originally, Patriarch Xue planned to join in if there was not enough, but now he has stopped talking. That's it for Xue Qingshan. Xue Juncai is still young and doesn't know what the future will be like. The key is that his two grandsons are also studying, and no one's family is well off.

"If you don't even look at it, can you do it?" Mr. Xue muttered.

Clan Chief Xue sneered: "That's not what outsiders say, your family is the son of a mean and deceased father. If you don't want the eldest son to get a bad reputation and implicate Juncai, you can either give away two, or give one to the boy from the second room. ”

*

When Mr. Xue came out of Patriarch Xue's house, he was completely confused.

He shook his hands and touched his waist a few times before taking off the tobacco bag. Without leaving, he squatted under a tree by the roadside and lit up the cigarette. He smoked the whole pot of cigarette without stopping before he stood up.

He walked slowly towards home, and people greeted him from time to time along the way.

In normal times, Mr. Xue would only feel proud of his face. Who would be willing to say hello to you if you weren't that person? But now he always has the feeling that others are smiling at him, but in fact they are laughing at him in his heart. illusion.

He forced himself to walk all the way back, when another person walked towards him, and he was an acquaintance. The other person smiled and told him that he had come back from the fields so early. He couldn't bear it anymore and pulled the person to the side to talk.

"Old man Zhou, tell me honestly, why are the villagers talking about our family behind our backs now?"

This week the old man is also an old man with dark red skin, but he is a head shorter than Mr. Xue and his back is a little rickety. Hearing this, he glanced at Mr. Xue subconsciously, and then sighed for a long time: "I thought you knew, but it turns out you don't."

"What do I know? How could I know!" The first sentence almost came out from between the teeth, but the second sentence was full of a wry smile.

Having lived for most of his life, Old Man Zhou naturally understands how the old man feels at this time. But he didn't know what to say. He could only say something serious and sincere: "Don't be too upset. These people in the village are just idle and like to talk about right and wrong. But don't blame me for talking too much. You I'm doing this well..." He sucked between his teeth, as if he was smacking his lips, but it wasn't: "It's indeed a bit inappropriate."

Not suitable?

This is probably because Old Man Zhou said this because of his relationship with him, and he didn’t know how others would scold him behind his back. Just now, the patriarch only told him that the rumors outside were very unpleasant, but he didn't tell him why it was so unpleasant.

Mr. Xue asked: "Tell me what the discussion was about."

Old man Zhou sighed before telling what he knew. Now that everything has been said, he doesn't think there is anything he can't say, "I'm not talking about you, you are the father, why don't you care about this matter, don't forget how your second son died, Such an approach will inevitably poke people in the spine."

Mr.

Old man Zhou raised his eyelids and glanced at the old man. He didn't intend to say anything that would hurt his heart. As soon as he said these words, the relationship between the two would be ruined in the future.

"Anyway, you have to think about this matter. I won't chat with you anymore. I have to go home. If you don't come to my place in the evening, can I have a drink with you?"

"No, I still have something to do at home."

After Old Man Zhou left, Mr. Xue stood for a while and then went home.

As soon as he entered the house, Xue Qingshan, who was standing in the yard, asked: "Dad, why did my cousin ask you to come over?"

Mr. Xue glanced at his son and entered the main room without saying a word.

Xue Qingshan had some Zhang Er monks scratching their heads and wanted to ask Lao San what was going on. At this time, Mrs. Zhou in the kitchen shouted for dinner, and everyone in the room came out, so naturally she couldn't say what she said.

During dinner, Mr. Xue's face kept looking bad.

Since Xue Tingyan was able to get out of bed, she no longer ate in her own room, but ate with everyone. The atmosphere at the dinner table was not very good. Even Mao Dan, who was used to making noises at the dinner table, did not dare to make trouble today.

After dinner, Mrs. Zhou and Xue Taoer cleared the table and went to wash the dishes.

The others were about to leave, but were stopped by Mr. Xue.

"Boss, boss, daughter-in-law, stay here. I have something to tell you. Gouzi will also stay. Everyone else should go back to the house."

"Don't go, I'll push him away." Zhao'er knew that Yang Zhong, an old killer, would do no good if he found a young man. He liked to point fingers at others because of his status as an elder. Xue Jun was his grandson, so what would happen if he went there? Good words, especially because of the previous incident?

"No problem."

After saying these words, Zhao'er was stunned for a moment, and then Xue Tingyan remembered that she would never speak like this.

He smiled and said: "It's okay, you are still worried that he will eat me."

"Yes..."

At this time, Xue Tingyan had already passed her to the main room, so she could only follow him quickly.

*

Here in the main room, people are drinking heavily.

Yang Zhong’s white and fat face was red from drinking, as if he was tipsy. Mr. Xue's dark and red face shone red under the light. Xue Qingshan also sat beside him, along with Xue Juncai, Xue Qingbai and Xue Qinghuai.

Women are not served at the table.

As soon as Xue Tingyan walked in, Yang Zhong said: "Our little talent is here, come and let me take a look."

He waved his hand, not taking himself as an outsider. When Xue Tingyan came closer, he looked up and down with a pair of drunken eyes: "I don't see any change, how come you have become so promising? ”

When these words were heard, they were sarcastic, and the place immediately fell silent.

Xue Qingshan concentrated on eating vegetables and seemed not to hear. Xue Juncai seemed to be sitting upright, but in fact his eyes were looking here intentionally or unintentionally.

The rest of the Xue family were a little embarrassed, especially Mr. Xue, whose face was a little stiff but he hesitated to speak.

When Zhao'er was about to have an attack, Xue Qinghuai suddenly stood up and picked up the wine bowl with a smile: "My dear father-in-law, I offer you a bowl of wine. This wine was brewed by my father himself. Most people can't drink it. I don't care. As you get older, I quickly dug out a jar and said I would drink a few more bowls with you."