Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 45

The rain is getting heavier.

It was only then that everyone discovered that the earthen house was leaking everywhere.

Uncle Shao lives in the opposite house, and the good wife wants to find him to change the place for the lady.

Jiang Fusang didn't agree: "Move it around, don't worry about the trouble, it must be rained, and it will be muddy."

Liang Lao had no choice but to call a few government soldiers in coir raincoats to repair the roof.

The government soldiers are busy, but they can only make up for one or two.Although it is not likely to rain heavily outside the house and light rain inside the house, dampness and water seepage are unavoidable.

"This house has been around for a long time, the wall is slanted, and the thatch on the roof is rotten." I really don't know how the grandparents and grandson survived these years.

The old woman repeatedly thanked the government soldiers who repaired the house, and even knelt down to them.

"Elderly people don't have to do this with a little effort." Jiang Fosang helped her in time.

Seeing this, the government soldiers quickly retreated.

It was raining again, and the house was being repaired, and I couldn't make a good dinner for dinner. I only made water-yin soup cakes and duck soup. The ducks were bought and killed from the village.

No matter how I persuaded him, the old woman refused to share the dining table with Jiang Fosang, and still knelt with the black woman on the cattail mat at the door.

The grandparents and grandchildren held brand-new bowls and looked at the hot food inside—they had never seen such a good thing in their life, and they didn't know how to put chopsticks for a while.

But it was too fragrant, my stomach was rumbling endlessly, and my throat seemed to grow hands.

The black woman who never knew what evening food was, swallowed her saliva, put a chopstick into her mouth, and couldn't help it anymore, and didn't care about the heat, she buried her head in her mouth and started eating wildly.

Liang Nai felt sad seeing it, and told her not to worry: "There are more, there are more."

"Enough is enough," said the old woman.

She ate very slowly, and when her granddaughter finished eating, she passed her own bowl.

The black girl shook her head, patted her stomach, signaled that she was full, and pushed the bowl back.

The grandfather and grandson just pushed back and forth like that.

Calamus immediately grabbed the bowl and filled it up again, which ended the dispute between the two.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

While eating the soup cakes, the old man still kept thanking him, and his cloudy eyes glistened faintly.

After eating, it was completely dark.

After a brief wash, Jiang Fosang lay down on the couch that had been made early in the morning.

With the wind and rain and the temperature plummeting, Mrs. Liang went to the carriage to hold a few brocade quilts.

The old woman and the black girl slept in the open space by the stove. Although there was a quilt, it was only stuffed with reed cotton and linen, so the warmth was not particularly good.

Jiang Fosang asked to send a bed to the grandparents and grandchildren, but the old woman refused, and she was very grateful.

Jiang Fosang asked Mrs. Liang: "Is there someone guarding outside?"

Aunt Liang thought she was afraid, so she said: "My lord, don't worry, not only this house, but even the entrance of the village are guarded by government soldiers."

Jiang Fosang wasn't worried about this: "The rainy night was cold, and they only ate some bad food, so I asked Liang Shuo to get some drinks. Drink more to avoid trouble, drink less, it's good to warm up with them."

Liang Shuo nodded, holding an oil umbrella and went to make arrangements.

Jiang Fusang's dowry contained dozens of jars of southern wine, and Liang Shuo couldn't handle it all by himself, so he called Feng Hao, and the two of them wandered around the village to distribute wine to everyone.

You can tell when you taste a good wine.After learning that it was the young lady's dowry, the government soldiers cherished it even more.Warmer body, warmer heart!
The night was getting darker.

Jiang Fosang tossed and turned, unable to sleep from left to right.

Liang Nai shared the bed with her, and asked softly after hearing the voice: "Does the lady feel cold?"

Jiang Fosang shook his head, and said after a long time: "I just thought, when everyone can eat enough and wear brocade clothes, it will be fine."

Liang Nai secretly sighed in her heart, her family's female monarch has never seen the sinister world, how can there be such a fairy life?Even if there is, I'm afraid she won't be able to wait.

But you can't tell the lady like that.

"There will be a day," she said.

Jiang Fosang knew that these words were just to comfort himself.

But still nodded: "Well, there will be such a day."
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The next morning, Ji Lian was combing Jiang Fosang's hair.

Taking advantage of the time when Hei Nu went to fetch water, the old woman walked up to her with a stick, and knelt tremblingly, no one could help her this time.

"Old man, you get up first."

The old woman shook her head, turbid old tears streaming down her wrinkled face.

"The old woman has the cheek to beg the nobleman to do me a favor."

"What's the matter? Just say it."

The old woman said: "The nobleman is leaving today, let the black girl go with the nobleman!"

Jiang Fosang was stunned, never expecting that this is what she was asking for.

"Old man, how can you be willing to let the black girl depend on you for life? Besides, you are old and need someone to take care of you. Now is the time for the black girl to do her filial piety."

"No," the old woman smiled wryly, "You know, I don't live long. Before, I was struggling because I was afraid that if I closed my eyes, I would leave the black girl alone and helpless in this world. Now...you can do me a favor, my lord. , accept her. Be a slave or a servant girl, even if she is a fire girl, I just ask the nobleman to give her a way to survive and a mouthful of food!"

She thought about it all night last night and didn't close her eyes all night.

She knew that this was somewhat reckless, but at the same time she also knew that this might be the last chance for the black girl.

No matter how reluctant he was, he had no choice but to cut the flesh.

Looking at this scene, Ji Lian's eyes gradually got wet.

She is the one who understands the old woman best, because she was sold into the Jiang Mansion by the elderly grandfather in this way.

"Female gentleman..." She whispered a few words to Jiang Fusang, and then pleaded for the old woman, "Let's take the black girl with me, forget about the old man's concern."

How could Jiang Fosang not know the old woman's love for her grandson, but, "I have to ask the black woman."

The old woman kowtowed to Jiang Fosang bang bang: "Thank you, nobleman! Thank you, nobleman!"

The black woman refused.

After she learned about this from the old woman, she kept her face sullen.

Knowing her stubbornness, the old woman couldn't explain it, so she beat her facelessly with a cane.

The black girl didn't hide either, she just stood and endured with gritted teeth, only one sentence in her mouth: "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

The old woman was so angry that she threw away her crutches and sat on the ground crying, scolding her for having no conscience.

"I raised you so big, how long will you still eat me?! Without you as a burden, why would I be so tired? You go! Without you, there is enough food, and I don't have to suffer from hunger anymore! You If you still hang on and don't let me earn money from you, I will die today for you to see!"

The black girl stood there dumbfounded, at first she was tense, but then her spine bent down, and her breath disappeared.

After eating, prepare to go on the road.

Gillian beckoned and asked the black girl to share the carriage with her.

The black girl was holding a broken bag with patches on it.Before getting into the carriage, he couldn't help turning his head back.

However, the chaimen was closed tightly, and there was no one who leaned on the door looking forward to returning—the old woman did not go out to see her off.

As the convoy hit the road, the ruined villages were gradually left behind.

The black girl sat with her knees hugged in a corner of the carriage, Ren Jilian and Youcao didn't make a sound no matter how much they teased, they just hugged the broken bundle tightly.

Suddenly, the back of his hand was hit by a hard object.

She froze for a moment, quickly untied the burden, pulled the old clothes inside, and then froze.

Her selling money was tightly wrapped in a piece of coarse cloth and caught in one of the old clothes.

Hei Nu stood up awkwardly, regardless of the carriage was still moving, jumped off, got up, and ran quickly to the village.

Finally ran to the door of her own house, panting heavily, knocking on the door, knocking on the door loudly.

The door was bolted from the inside, no matter how much she patted, no one responded.

Hei Nu panicked for no reason, and the patting turned into a beating.

"I'm back, don't drive me away!"

The door panel had long been rotten, and she was so strong that she fell apart within a few blows.

Hei Nu jumped into the room, and before she could call out her grandfather, she froze in place.

His eyes moved up slowly, staring at the figure hanging on the beam, his pupils shrank sharply, and the baggage in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
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With Shao Bo's help, after the old woman was buried, the black woman still left with them.

Jiang Fosang was stunned by this for many days.

In fact, after agreeing to accept the black woman, she thought about letting the old woman go with her.

The good woman disagreed: "It's okay to buy a maidservant, but to buy a dying old woman... There are so many poor people in the world, and how many can the queen protect?"

Jiang Fosang knew that what she said was not unreasonable, but some things happened right under his nose, it was too difficult to turn a blind eye.

Who knows that the old woman is also unwilling: "When the leaves fall back to their roots, the whole family will die here, and the old woman will also be buried here. Finally, they can be reunited underground."

Jiang Fosang had no choice but to give up. In addition to the money, he asked his followers to leave some food for her.

The old woman also asked Jiang Fosang to change the name of the black woman to a decent name, so as not to get a big place and be laughed at.

Her greatest hope is that the black girl can also follow the nobles like Chang Pu and Ji Lian, and live a decent life without worrying about food and clothing.

Jiang Fosang thought for a while and said, "Let's call him Chunrong."

After learning that it meant "a cold winter, a little spring melting", the old woman smiled and nodded frequently, "Okay, the spring melting is good."

(End of this chapter)