The Little First Grand Secretary in My House Chapter 211:
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As for the headache, even the doctor couldn’t explain the cause.
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 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 like it..."
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 good to find a doctor to see him, so that the family can rest assured."
"I said less and less, and 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.”
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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.
It is busy with farming now, and not many children will come to the school. Private schools in the countryside are like this. They give school children holidays every two seasons when the farming season is busy, so Xue Qingshan is quite free recently. However, no one cared about him wherever he went. When the school was on holiday, he would often not be seen for several days.
Zhao'er washed the dishes and chopsticks that he and the little man had used and took them back to the kitchen. Zhou was cooking pig food, while Tao'er was sweeping the yard. Seeing that he had nothing to do, Zhao'er found Heizi's food bowl and scooped out a bowl of leftover rice that he planned to mix in pig grass to feed the pigs later. , carrying it and walking out the door.
Ms. Zhou glanced at her back and said nothing.
This leftover food is for Heizi. This is how dogs are raised in the countryside. The owner eats dry food and the dog drinks water. When the owner eats water, the dog usually goes hungry. The native dogs in the countryside were used to starving, but Zhao'er was usually very fond of Heizi, so he always wanted to feed it, regardless of whether it was good or bad.
Occasionally there are extra meals, but of course these are invisible to people.
Anyway, Mrs. Zhao saw Zhao'er picking food from her pig's mouth and feeding it to the dog!
The moment she walked out of the main room and saw this scene, her old face immediately dropped. She did not see her scolding Zhao'er, so he stood in front of the door and yelled in the direction of the kitchen: "Let's It's good that you feed the pigs, but you feed the food into the dog's mouth. Such a big man can't even bear it, so it's not enough to eat for nothing."