155. Chapter 155

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Without Zhao saying anything, Sun said: "Zhao'er, it's not that Fourth Aunt said you, you like to make a fuss. Are you deliberately making trouble for us? Even if you don't like it, it's not..."

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

"Okay, say less, Zhao'er is not an ignorant person. Besides, Gouzi is sick. It's better to find a doctor to see him, and the family can rest assured."

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

"You still said..."

The couple talked and went out. Aunt Yang smiled at Zhao'er, and then said to her mother-in-law: "Mom, let's go too, let Gouzi have a good rest."

Zhao looked at Gouzi on the kang, snorted coldly, turned around and left. Just from her posture, it can be seen that she was very angry.

In fact, it was true. The Xue family was not a wealthy family. It would cost at least one or two hundred dollars to invite a doctor from the town. How many times could the Xue family go through this with their current wealth? ! Especially the doctor's pulse diagnosis just now confirmed Zhao's guess that Xue Gouzi was pretending to be sick. It was strange that she was happy.

Let Zhao see that the two little brats from the second room were deliberately making trouble for the family. However, since the eldest daughter-in-law had come forward to persuade them, Zhao would naturally not say anything more.

In general, among the three daughters-in-law of the Xue family now, Yang was the one Zhao liked the most. The eldest daughter-in-law was not ordinary, so Zhao was willing to give the eldest daughter-in-law some face.

After Zhao and Yang left, only the third uncle Xue Qingbai and the third aunt Zhou were left in the room. The couple were not talkative, so they did not stay for long. Zhao'er thought that the third uncle was busy in and out just now and was tired, so he smiled and sent them out.

When she turned around, she saw Xue Gouzi lying on the kang with his eyes open, as if he had gone insane.

She didn't think much about it, and came to the kang and touched his head: "Gou'er, don't think too much. They don't believe that you are sick or have a headache. Sister believes you. Take good care of yourself and don't think about it anymore."

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

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

Feeling this pair of hands that were not delicate but very warm, touching his head and face, Xue Gouzi had a sense of reality and gratitude that he had never had before.

She didn't die, and he didn't die either.

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

But Xue Gouzi was still very flustered, because the dream was too real. After experiencing that dream for more than 70 years, it was as if he had also experienced that life. When she woke up from the dream, she was afraid to look back after seeing so much change.

"Zhao'er..."

"Hey!"

"Zhao'er..."

"Yeah."

"Zhao'er..."

A warm current suddenly flowed out of her dry eyes unconsciously.

This scared Zhao'er so much that she didn't care about the fact that the little man would never call her like this, let alone let her get close to him. She hugged his head into her arms and asked him anxiously what was wrong.

Seeing that he didn't speak, but just buried his head in her arms and cried, Zhao'er couldn't help but misunderstand whether those people just now made him think too much again. Let Zhao'er see, the little man just has a lot of things on his mind, but he never says it out, otherwise he wouldn't have this serious illness.

She patted his back again and again, holding him in her arms like she did when he was a child, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Gou'er, even if they don't send you to study, I will send you, I will sell everything I have to send you."

*

After all, Xue Gouzi had just recovered from a serious illness and had experienced such an incident. He drank some porridge for dinner and went to bed.

Zhaoer covered him with a quilt before tidying up the backpack he had just brought back.

The backpack was filled with needles, thread, cloth and other things. These were scraps of cloth that Zhaoer bought from the embroidery shop in the town. The reason why he started this business was that Zhaoer used to bring purses made for the women in the village to sell in the embroidery shop.

There was no adult in the second house. Although the family was responsible for the meals, Xue Gouzi's writing brush, paper and inkstone for reading, as well as the clothes, bedding and some odds and ends for the two of them, all required money.

It was more difficult than climbing to the sky to get money from Zhao, and although the eldest uncle Xue Qingshan would definitely treat his nephew as his own, Zhaoer usually only saw the children of the first house with greasy lips, and Xue Juncai never lacked writing brushes, inkstones and other things. In comparison, the little man was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the worn-out brush was picked up from Xue Qingshan's unused brush.

Zhao'er has always been a strong-willed person. She was reluctant to let the little man suffer, so she could only rack her brains to find money everywhere. There were no opportunities to make money in the countryside, so she went to the town to look around. As long as she could do it and did not need capital, she would try to do it.

In the past few years, she had collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town, and had taken jobs from embroidery workshops and assigned them to women with good craftsmanship in the village. She also went to the mountains to find mountain products to sell.

Now this business has been done several times. Zhao'er is sweet and thick-skinned. The boss of the embroidery workshop can't stand her grinding, so he sells the unwanted scraps to her in bags. She took them back to sort and cut them, and asked the women in the village to help make purses or something, and she could make a lot of money by reselling them in the embroidery workshop. It was much better than just accepting purses made by others before, and making a penny from several purses.

If it weren't for the money earned from this business, it's unknown when Xue Gouzi would recover from his serious illness. Zhao Shi would have stopped paying for medicine. The medicines that followed were all bought by Zhao'er herself, and she had to hide them, for fear that other people in the Xue family would know about it.

When Zhao'er thought of this, her lips tightened.

She was always quick-witted. After picking some usable pieces of cloth, she stopped bothering. She chose the clean ones and spread them on the square table, and used scissors to cut these odd-shaped pieces of cloth into uniform shapes.

This was calculated by Zhao'er herself based on how much cloth was needed to make a purse. It would not be too much or too little, and she would not take these scraps of cloth out for people to see.

It's not easy for country people to earn a penny. If people knew about it, this way of making money would definitely be robbed in a few days.

Zhao'er also wanted to make money from this to support her little man to go to school in town, so that she could go only when she came to see Xue Jun, and her little man could also go. Zhao'er always made preparations for things. She knew that the eldest wife would never let such a good thing fall on the little man.

It is better to rely on yourself than on others, and it is better to rely on yourself than on mountains and rivers.

Since she was seven years old and was taken away by her grandma and father to exchange for money, Zhaoer understood this truth.

Zhaoer finished the work in her hands, saw that the little man was sleeping soundly, looked outside and it was already dark, then she wrapped the cloth she had sorted out with something and hurried out.

Yuqing Village was particularly peaceful under the night sky, and the pale silver moonlight fell on the village path. Although the road surface was still unclear, it was not dark after all.

Zhaoer didn't even scare a dog along the way.

This is not a skill that ordinary people can have. You know, 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 there is a thief who comes to the door, he will be scared away by the dog.

Zhaoer also developed this skill because she walked a lot on the night road.

Of course, it is also related to the black man following her legs.

Heizi is a country dog, but he is stronger and bigger than other dogs. There are few dogs in Yuqing Village that can beat Heizi. It is also because of Heizi that Zhaoer dares to walk alone at night.

She went to a family's house with ease. It was strange that the other party knew she would come at this time and kept the door open for her. As soon as she entered the door, the dog of this family rushed over. Before she came in front of her, a black shadow pounced over and knocked the other party to the ground. The dog was frightened and lay on the ground without barking.

Zhaoer gloated on the side: "Don't remember!"

At this time, a person came out of the house and laughed as he walked forward: "This Heizi is bullying our Wangcai again, Zhaoer, come in and sit down."

"Aunt Guihua, I won't go in, I'm in a hurry to go back."

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

Zhaoer went to five families.

She was anxious to make money, but there were few women in the village who were good at sewing, and she had to find someone who was tight-lipped and reliable. Otherwise, before she could earn the money, the whole village would know about it. Then she would not make any money.

The reason why she said that was because she collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town, and was spread by people who were not careful with their mouths, causing her to be pointed at all day long. She was not afraid of being pointed at, but these things finally reached the ears of the little man, and some villagers teased him about it, which caused a lot of conflicts between her and the little man. And after that, she could not get any vegetables in the village, and even if someone sold them to her, it was at a high price.

In the end, she could only go to other villages to collect vegetables, which was not a waste of effort. Since then, Zhaoer has learned a lesson. You have to make money secretly, and you can make a fortune by doing things secretly.

When Zhaoer returned home, Xue Gouzi on the kang was still sleeping soundly.

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

Heizi slept under the kang, and just when Zhaoer entered the room, he followed him in and slid in, choosing a random place to lie down. It seemed that the dog's eyes were closed, but in fact, his ears were erected and moved from time to time.

Before Zhaoer lay down, he leaned over to look at the little man, and touched his forehead, and then he fell asleep with peace of mind.

*

Compared to the second room, which had only two rooms and one kang because of the small population, the treatment of the first room was obviously much better. The whole three rooms of the east wing were occupied by the first room. At this time, Yang was talking to Xue Qingshan in the east room.

Yang told her what happened today, and Xue Qingshan frowned immediately after listening.

He was not at home during the day, so he naturally didn't know what happened at home. Nowadays, some decent families would invite scholars to preside over weddings and funerals, but rural families couldn't afford to invite scholars, so some would invite students to make up the numbers.

How come they are all scholars, different from ordinary people.

Today, Xue Qingshan was invited by a family in a nearby village to attend a wedding. Not only did he not have to give gifts, but he could also get a wedding gift after eating and drinking.

However, the rural families were poor, so the wedding gift would not be too much, at most a few dozen coins.

Xue Qingshan liked this kind of work the most. Whenever this happened, he would casually assign articles to the students in the private school to recite, and then he would go out for the whole day, and no one would say anything. He liked not only to get money, but also that this was the time when he was most proud.

He sat in the seat of the guest of honor, and the men who came to the wedding were proud to talk to him.

He was a student!

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's wrong with this bitch? I really opened a dyeing shop just to give him some color." !”

Yang sighed faintly: "Who told you to agree to the second son so easily in the first place? Now you are riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off, but 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 so careful, I would have tried to silence him, but there were so many people Here, the second son got into trouble again 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 bullshit 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 originally a proud and arrogant person, so naturally the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Her eyes were flashing with fire, but her face was sneered: "Because he suddenly became so ill, dad originally planned to make the decision for us, so we had to endure it. But he has been sick for the past few days, and now he has made such a fuss, and my mother is already annoyed. I asked my fourth daughter-in-law to tell her that the dog is not pretending to be sick. She must have decided that he is pretending now. 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 put his arm around Yang's shoulders and said, "My wife is smarter. , prepared the backup plan early.”

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

"You said you are so stubborn! You said you are so stubborn, who are you showing your stubbornness to?!"

"I know you don't like me, but I've been like this for many years and I can't change it! I don't plan to change it either!"

"Look at Hong'er, does he look like you?"

…

Xue Tingyan suddenly felt someone shaking him. He opened his tired eyes and saw the dim inner room. Hu San's face, which was no longer young, and even the lines on the tent were so familiar. Only then did he know He was just dreaming.