The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 154:

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After sending the doctor away, grandmother Zhao became angry on the spot.

She looks in her fifties, with her gray hair neatly **** behind her head. He has a long face, his eyelids are a little droopy, and his face becomes triangular-shaped when pulled, which makes him look particularly uninviting.

Zhao didn’t need to say anything, but Sun just said it: “Zhao’er, it’s not because the fourth aunt is talking about you, but you are a girl who likes to make a fuss. Could it be that you are deliberately torturing 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 would be good 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 talking and tugging. 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 was obvious that she was 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.

"Gouzi, where are you going?"

Xue Tingyan looked at the woman who was talking to him, smiled and said: "Auntie, I'll just go for a walk."

It was just a casual remark, and the woman didn’t say anything more to him. She turned around and went into the house to get something. The mother-in-law in the house asked her: “Third daughter-in-law, who were you talking to just now?”

"The dog of the second room of Xue Lianxing's family. Hey, mom, it's strange for you. Just now he walked past the door, and I didn't recognize him for a moment. I always felt like he was a different person."

Her mother-in-law disapproved: "What can he become, and he can't change his skin. I remember that kid was ill recently."

The daughter-in-law said: "I think I am planning to go to the back mountain." There is a mountain behind Yuqing Village. The deceased villagers in the village are buried there, and the ancestral graves of the Xue family are also there.

Hearing this, her mother-in-law sighed: "Don't mention it, it's a pity to even have a second child in the family. The couple is gone, leaving only a baby is pitiful."

This was just gossip between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and while they were talking, Xue Tingyan had already taken Heizi into the back mountain.

*

The back mountain is called the back mountain, the mountain behind Yuqing Village.

This mountain is nameless and not high, but it is extremely deep. Anyway, so far, no villager has been able to walk back and forth from this deep mountain and old forest, and most of them do activities outside the mountain.

The ancestral grave of the Xue family is built on a hill not far from the village. This Xue family is not only the Xue Tingyan family, but all the ancestors of the entire Xue family are buried here.

In the center of such a large mountain is the clan leader's lineage, and spreading out are the various branches. Mr. Xue's lineage is at the foot of the southwest mountain.

The second wife and her husband died young, and Xue Qingsong died in a misfortune, so they were buried on the edge.

When Xue Tingyan arrived at the place, he began to pull out the grass around the grave.

There were not many weeds. They had just been cleaned up during the Chinese New Year. He gathered them randomly and placed them on the ground, then sat down in front of the grave.

On a piece of mountainous land, there are two small tombs. In front of each tomb, there is a small bluestone tablet, with the names of the two married couples crudely written on them.

Zhaoer originally found someone to build this monument himself.

Nowadays, there are three types of people who cannot erect monuments when they die: those who die suddenly, those who die young, and those who have no offspring. Xue Qingsong died a violent death.

Although no one says it, they feel that people who died violently will have resentments after death, which is not conducive to the feng shui of ancestral tombs, so no monuments are erected. I also want him to forget who he is, so as not to cause trouble by being ignorant.

But at the same time, there is also a saying that if you don't erect a monument, you will be a lonely ghost after you die, and you can't stand the incense of future generations.

The Xue family had arranged the funeral for the couple, and they defaulted to following old customs. Xue Tingyan was still young at that time and didn't understand this at all, but Zhao'er did.

She told the Xue family about erecting a monument, but was blocked. The Xue family took turns to persuade her. Later, Zhao'er didn't tell anyone, so he paid someone to make these two simple monuments and erected them in front of the grave.

By the time the Xue family found out, it was already too late. They couldn't tear down the monument in front of the villagers. They could only pretend that it didn't happen. After all, they still felt guilty at that time.

The people in the village were also surprised when they saw this monument, but when they thought about it, they all understood how the second son of the Xue family died.

As a result, Xue Qingshan also gained a good reputation. He would rather ruin the family's feng shui than erect a monument for his brother. He was so kind and righteous that we won't mention it for now.

With various thoughts running through his mind, Xue Tingyan took out a piece of cloth from his arms and slowly wiped the tombstone.

The words above were written by him, and the brushstrokes are obviously immature, but people can still clearly distinguish what is written on it.

……

Today is the death anniversary of Mr. Zheng. Zheng Hu brought his two sons to pay homage at the grave.

Country people are not that particular. They just prepare some steamed buns, wine and meat, etc. The father and son burn the paper money in front of the grave, and forget about it.

Zheng Hu had always had a deep relationship with his father, so he was inevitably in a low mood, so he asked his two sons to go back first while he sat in front of the grave, smoking a cigarette and talking to his father.

After talking for a while, he stood up and planned to go back.

There was still work waiting to be done in the fields. Zheng Hu didn't want to waste time so he planned to take a shortcut. When he was walking near the ancestral grave of Xue Lianxing's family, he suddenly heard someone crying.

There are graves on the two hills nearby. On one side are people named Xue and on the other side are people named Zheng. This kind of irregular day is not the anniversary of the death of an elder in the family like Zheng Hu, but no one would come to such a place.

Especially because there may be many dead people buried here, the trees are dense, and sometimes the sky and daylight are gloomy. Under such circumstances, hearing this strange sound made Zheng Hu so frightened that his hair stood on end and his legs became a little weak.

After all, he had lived for decades. He listened attentively, and it took him a while to understand that it was a boy's voice.

Thinking again about whose tomb was here, he bravely walked closer, walked around a big tree, and saw a young man wearing blue clothes sitting in front of the tomb with his back turned.

Besides there is a **** dog with its tail wagging.

He is the second-bedroom dog of Xue Lianxing's family.

Zheng Hu breathed a sigh of relief, and the voice of the voice came to his ears again: "...Dad, what do you think I should do? My uncle wants to send Brother Juncai to a school in the town. I thought I can go too...but my aunt came home a few days ago and asked me to give way to Brother Juncai, obviously before..."

The young man's voice was full of hesitation and confusion. Zheng Hu did not expect to hear the Xue family's private affairs in such a place. He was so surprised that he dropped the dry cigarette in his hand without realizing it. It wasn't until his foot was hit by the cigarette pot that he realized what he was doing, hurriedly picked up the cigarette pot and left.

He didn't know that after he left, the helpless young man in his eyes stopped crying.

In the past few days, Xue Tingyan has been thinking hard, trying to find a suitable opportunity, and somehow he remembered Zheng Hu.

Zheng Hu’s father, Mr. Zheng, died during spring plowing. It was not a happy occasion, but an accident. He was accidentally squeezed under a field ridge by his own cattle and fell to death.

The field ridge is not very high. Countless villagers fall off the field ridge every year, but Mr. Zheng died unluckily. This incident had been widely circulated in the village for a while, so Xue Tingyan remembered it very clearly.

Since it is the anniversary of his father’s death, his son Zheng Hu will definitely come to visit the grave. Zheng Hu likes to take shortcuts, so he will definitely pass by this area, so who else is more suitable than him.

The most important thing is that Yuqing Village may not seem big, but in fact, the two surnames Xue and Zheng have always been different from each other. Zheng Hu's uncle is Li Zheng. If he knows it, Zheng Lizheng will also know it.

Xue Tingyan didn't stay long and quickly took Heizi back home.

The yard was still silent. He found a pistachio and placed it in front of the door. He sat there quietly and basked in the sun, thinking about Zhao'er who had gone to town.

*

Zheng Hu walked quickly all the way, and went to Zheng Lizheng's house without even returning home.

Zheng Li is Li Zheng of Yuqing Village and the leader of the Zheng clan. The family's house is naturally the only one in Yuqing Village. If it can be compared with it, it is the house of the Xue clan chief's family.

Yishui is a large blue-brick house with blue brick walls. The most conspicuous one is the Zheng family’s ancestral hall in the front. However, this ancestral hall will not be opened until a specific time. The two The black paulownia door is kept closed all year round.

Going around to the side is the yard of Zheng Lizheng's house.

The yard is huge. Unlike other houses where the livestock sheds, barns, kitchens, etc. are all in the front yard, the front yard of Zheng Lizheng's house is a large empty yard, with only two sycamore trees planted in the yard. Whenever there is any big event in the village, this courtyard will always be densely packed with people.

Facing it are three main rooms, with east and west wing rooms on the left and right, all of which are made of blue bricks and black tiles, which is particularly grand.

When Zheng Hu arrived, only Zheng Lizheng and his mother-in-law Tian were at home.

As soon as Mr. Tian saw his nephew coming, he greeted him: "Huzi, why are you here at this time? Do you have anything to do with your uncle?"

"Hey, something happened."

With that said, Zheng Hu hurried into the house. Tian shook his head, thinking that something really happened. Zheng Hu was always very steady.

Zheng Hu entered and turned toward the east room.

Sure enough, his uncle Zheng Li was sitting cross-legged on the big kang in the east room, smoking a cigarette.