[Red House Chai Dai] Salted Pork Knuckle, Crab Rice Wine

Aunt Xue said casually: "What is there to say? They are all my sisters. If she doesn't help you, who should she help?"

Baochai said: "Even though it is so, after all, I am asking her to do something..."

Aunt Xue interrupted her with a smile: "I'm just talking casually, you are so anxious. Don't worry, I have already told your second aunt. If you want to follow me, although entering the palace looks decent, I will But I'm a bit reluctant. What's more, your second aunt still wants to make you and Baoyu a pair. Your Bao brother is handsome and has a good temper, so many people are rushing to have it."

Baochai just lowered her head and didn't speak. Aunt Xue glanced at her and sighed, "That's what I said. But you have big ideas, and you only want to enter the palace. If you get mixed up like your master and grandma Like Mammy, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, and they will never get married in a lifetime, but it is difficult. You usually say hello to Miss Lin, but do you know that the old lady wants to tell Baoyu about her? Yes, otherwise, what would you do to return to the capital immediately after your father passed away?"

Baochai knew that Mrs. Wang was secretly afraid of Lin Daiyu, so even Aunt Xue began to be afraid.Baochai didn't care to correct the sarcasm in Aunt Xue's words at this moment, so she hurriedly asked, "Is sister Lin going back to the capital? When will it be?" The anticipation in her voice was revealed come out.

Aunt Xue snorted coldly, but kept her mouth shut, refusing to talk about what was going on here, and started talking about other gossips as soon as she changed her mouth.While talking, she suddenly saw a figure poking her head outside. Aunt Xue saw it and saw that it was the school boy serving Xue Pan, so she called in and asked him, "What are you doing? You are so sneaky."

The book boy didn't dare to lift his head, but said: "There is an important matter outside, and it is said that Mr. Qin's father is gone. Because the uncle has explained it before, I am here to ask the uncle for instructions."

Baochai was also taken aback when she heard the words. Seeing that Aunt Xue was silent, she said, "My brother was still in this room just now. He went out in the blink of an eye. Go to the study first and look for it." , if you still don’t see anyone, ask the maids in his house.”

The bookboy replied and went away.Aunt Xue in this room wondered: "How long has it been? First, Grandma Qin in Dongfu disappeared, and then her father also disappeared. Is it really as your second aunt said?"

Baochai hurriedly asked, "What did Second Aunt say?"

Aunt Xue said: "Just let us stay away from the Qin family. This is really good. Qin Zhong was so arrogant before, even daring to bully your brother, and the old lady still protected him. Wait until his sister dies." , I looked at it coldly, and treated their family indifferently. Now that his father is also dead, he just let out a sigh of relief. What else can your brother explain, do you still want to mourn for the Qin family? "

Baochai's heart was in a mess, and she suddenly remembered the vague words Qin Keqing had said to her when she went to Ningguo Mansion to intercede for Xue Pan, and also remembered the words she heard behind the rocks in Wang Ziteng's mansion, and finally , Thinking of the weird little maid next to His Royal Highness, I couldn't help feeling a little chill behind my back.

Qin Keqing is gone, the edict of Duke Shu is gone, the third master of Zhen's family, the president of Jinling Tirenyuan, is gone, and even Lin Daiyu's father, who is the inspector in front of the salt censor, is gone.Only those Baochai knew had passed away in the past two or three months.It could have been considered a coincidence, but the words of the little maid did not seem to be groundless.Could it be that after taking over the power today, it is really to settle old accounts?Or is it that the various factions are fighting against each other, and you are fighting to the death?Now even Qin Keqing's nominal father is gone.But it doesn't matter, even though the current situation is chaotic, she can still protect herself wisely. ——Is the Xue family really not involved?Can she really be wise and protect herself?

Baochai was thinking about something, and her heart was in turmoil. When she looked up, she saw Aunt Xue's tired face. Knowing that she was tired, she hurriedly got up to say goodbye, went back to her room, took a piece of needlework, and began to embroider slowly.

In the Qin residence, Qin Zhong was dressed in hemp and mourning, his eyes were blank.A few months ago, he was still living a carefree life. His elder sister Qin Keqing married into a noble family, and everything was easy to support her family. His best friend Jia Baoyugui confides in everything for the prince and grandson. Although the old father is strict, he treats him I am very sorry.The place where he studied was Jia's School, which is popular with many people in the capital. Every day he went to and from the Rongning Mansion as his own backyard, and Jia's mother loved him as much as her own grandson. If it was getting late, he would live in the Rongguo Mansion. The cost of food and clothing is almost the same as that of Baoyu... However, it has only been a few days, and all this has come to naught.Qin Keqing died, Jia's mother no longer cherished her, the servants of Jia's family looked down on others, and even Jia Baoyu, who had always been the most reliable, disappeared...

"I'm going, you have to correct your past mistakes, study hard, and improve everything, and you must not rely on your cleverness..." When his father Qin Ye was dying, his eyes were clear.However, Qin Zhong didn't hear a single word of his nagging, and it wasn't until Qin Ye talked about the three or four thousand taels of silver he had saved on a daily basis that he regained his energy.

A gust of cold wind blew past, eyes were all white, and there were constant wailing sounds under the coffin.Several old family members of the Qin residence looked at Qin Zhong eagerly, and asked for his instructions on various trivial matters of the funeral.Qin Zhong never thought that his immature shoulders would bear such a heavy burden, and he was dizzy for a while.

The home of the horse dealer King Shortlegs.

"Girl, drink this bowl of brown sugar water. You just had a miscarriage, and your health is critical." Wang's short-legged wife held a bowl in her hand and said to the people on the kang.

The person on the kang turned over and turned his face, revealing a sallow and sallow face, only the eyebrows and eyes were a little delicate, but it was Zhizhi'er, a little nun who had escaped from Shuiyue Temple. .She sneaked to Qin's house to see Qin Zhong, but after being beaten out, she had nowhere to go, and accidentally slipped a tire. Fortunately, the horse dealer Wang Duanleg took him in and stayed at his home to recuperate.

"Is there any news from the Qin family?" Zhi'er asked a little unwillingly after taking the brown sugar water.

Wang Duanleg's wife was contemptuous in her heart, but she put on a look of common hatred with Zhizhi'er: "What news can you have? You were beaten out for being pregnant with their family. Now that the child is gone, isn't it Qin? What's more, my man has inquired about it, and since the girl died in their family, it has been getting worse day by day. Think about it carefully, is the master of the Shuiyue Temple a vegetarian? How dare you take you in? Fortunately, my man is usually a wanderer. He is bold and loyal, so he dared to take the risk to keep you at home..."

Zhizhi'er looked sad and sighed faintly.The horse dealer Wang Shortleg naturally does not only make a living by selling horses, but he is also familiar with reselling human beings occasionally.Although Zhi'er is young, she understands in her heart that she knows what Wang's short legs are for, so she took the risk to keep her at home.

"In a few days, when I'm better, you can sell me. As long as I don't go to the kiln, other people will do it." Zhi'er took the initiative to say, "I have a place to stay , have something to eat, and sell a few taels of silver to repay your kindness." As he said, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Wang Duanleg's wife was waiting for this sentence. Hearing the words, his heart was already full of joy. Seeing Zhizhi'er crying, but it was hard to show it, she lowered her head and thought for a while and said: "What do you say? You should take care of yourself first. Besides, I'll go and boil an egg for you."

Zhi'er looked at her back as she turned away, her heart was like a mirror.A toast is always better than a fine. Knowing that you can't escape, you simply do it more simply.After all, you still earn an egg to eat, don't you?Speaking of which, Wang Shortlegs and his wife are already rare good people among human traffickers, at least they are willing to raise her with eggs and brown sugar.If she meets others, beats her up, and sells her into a kiln without any explanation, how can she survive?

At the same time, Liu Yiyi was standing at the door of the neighbor's backyard, looking eagerly at the boy who was holding a book and shaking his head.The boy was only seven or eight years old, and his face turned red when the little girl looked at him eagerly.Turning around, he saw the wintersweet blooming very well in the yard, so he tiptoed to break off a branch and handed it to Liu Yiyi.

Liu Yiyi shook her head.

"I don't want flowers." She bit her lip and said, "I want to touch your book."

The seven or eight-year-old boy couldn't help hesitating for a while. "What are you doing with books? You don't have to go to school."

"You memorized the "Book of Songs", and I also learned it." Liu Yiyi raised her head and said, "My mother said back then that my name was taken from the Book of Songs, and she chose it herself."

"Scary! You're not ashamed for such a big girl to tell a man her boudoir name!" A six or seven-year-old girl suddenly ran out beside her, making faces at Liu Yiyi, and slapping her face again. Draw a circle on top.

"It's not a boudoir name, it's a scientific name." Liu Yiyi's eyes shone stubbornly, "I used to go, Yang Liu Yiyi; now I come to think about it, it's raining and snowing. Do you understand? My mother also told me to go to school Woolen cloth!"

"Nonsense!" The six or seven-year-old girl looked in disbelief, "Your mother has a newborn brother, how can I care about you? And let you go to school?"

There was sadness in Liu Yiyi's eyes: "I'm talking about the past..." Before he finished speaking, someone was already calling in the yard, and the two children, a boy and a girl, all entered.

Liu Yiyi only spoke halfway through, and couldn't continue.

In the past, what was it like in the past?In the past, her biological mother, Hu Shi, also loved her like a treasure, holding her hand under the window and telling her to recite poems... It's a pity that those days are gone forever, no one cares about her, no one cherishes her .