The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

The subscription ratio of this article is ≥ 50%, and it can be read normally, otherwise it will need to be delayed for three days. You can make up for it immediately. She looks like she is in her fifties, with her gray hair neatly tied up 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.

Without Zhao having to say anything, 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 could finish her words, she was pulled by the man Xue Qinghuai.

Okay, just say a few words. Zhao'er is not ignorant. Besides, the dog is already sick. It would be good to find a doctor to see him, so that the family can rest assured.

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

You also said...

The couple went out while 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.

Mrs. Zhao glanced at the dog on the kang, snorted coldly, turned around and left. Just from her posture, it can be seen that she is very angry.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The Xue family cannot be called a very wealthy family. To hire a doctor from the town costs at least one or two hundred bucks. How many times can the Xue family have to deal with this with their current wealth? ! 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 these two brats from the second house 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 lost his mind.

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. Take good care of yourself and don't think too much.

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 status as his child bride, he never thought about letting her die, so 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.

Zhao'er...

Why!

Zhao'er...

Um.

Zhao'er...

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 let her get close to him. She took his head into her arms and asked him anxiously what was going on. .

Seeing that he didn't speak and was just crying in his arms, Zhao'er couldn't help but misunderstand whether those people just 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 give it to you even if I sell iron. go.

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After all, Xue Gouzi was recovering from a serious illness, and after experiencing such an incident, he drank some gruel for dinner and went to bed.

Zhao'er covered him with a quilt and then went to pack the backpack he had just brought back.

The backpack was filled with needlework 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 the food, money is needed for the pens, inks, paper and inkstones that Xue Gouzi uses to study, as well as the clothes, bedding and some odds and ends for the two of them.

It would be extremely difficult to get money from the Zhao family. Although his uncle Xue Qingshan promised to treat his nephew as his own son, Zhao'er only saw the eldest son's child with a shiny mouth on weekdays, and Xue Juncai never cared about it. Lack of pens, ink, 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. 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 she has done this business several times, Zhao'er is sweet-tongued and has a thick face. The owner of the embroidery shop cannot 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, it's not known when Xue Gouzi would recover from his serious illness. Zhao would have given up the money to get medicine. The latter medicines were all bought by Zhao'er himself. She had to hide it, for fear that other people in the Xue family would find out.

When he thought of this, the corners of Zhao'er's mouth tightened.

She had always been nimble with her hands and feet, so she stopped fussing when she picked out 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.

Zhao'er calculated this by herself based on how much fabric was needed to make a purse. It would not be more or less. She would 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 get the money within a few days.

Zhao'er also wants to use this to make money for her young man to go to the town to study. Only when she comes to see Xue Jun can he go, and her young 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 help from oneself, and it is better to rely on oneself than to rely on mountains and rivers for support.

Zhao'er has understood this since he was seven years old and had to be exchanged for money by his grandmother and father.

Zhao'er 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.

Zhao'er walked all the way and didn't even startle the 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.

Zhao'er 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 on the sidelines: 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. I'm rushing back.

Zhao'er handed the things in his hands to the visitor, took some things from the other person's hand, wrapped them in cloth, and then went to the next house.

Zhao'er visited five families.

She was eager to make money, but there were few women in the village who were good at needlework. In addition, the person she was looking for had to be tight-lipped and reliable. Otherwise, before the money was earned, it would be publicized throughout the village. Then she would still make money. Shit money.

The reason why she said this was because when she collected vegetables from the village and sold them in the town, people spread the word about it, causing her to be 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.