auspicious time has come

Chapter 92 Shao Ting
"My poor son, why are you so cruel...how can I make my mother live if you are gone!"

A woman in her fifties threw herself next to the dead body covered in white cloth in the hall, weeping in a daze, with one hand resting on the bamboo board that carried the dead body back, while the other hand kept beating the dull pain. heart.

"Hao'er is still so young, woo woo woo..." The young woman kneeling on one side also lowered her head and sobbed with tears. She was holding a child in her arms, just when she was about to learn to walk, babbling and stretching. Trying to break away from the woman with his hands.

However, the baby who was held in the palm of the family on weekdays was ignored by no one at this time, and there was only a burst of crying in the hall.

Lady Miao stood there, looking at a bluish-white swollen palm exposed under the white cloth, with a dazed expression.

Her bun was a little messy, and there were palm prints and scratches on her left cheek.

"Sister-in-law, you still have Hao'er, and you have to watch Hao'er grow up...you can't collapse!" Another woman with Zhang Rong's long face wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, comforting the distraught man. Mother Miao said, "Qinglin has been in the water for two full days, it's better to put him in the coffin sooner..."

Lady Miao held back her tears when she heard the words, opened her dry mouth, and looked at Mother Miao: "Mother, Auntie is right, let Qinglin rest in his coffin..."

"Rest in peace?" Mother Miao raised her head and looked straight at her, her red and swollen eyes were full of resentment: "You who killed him are still alive, how can he rest in peace!"

As he spoke, he sat up on the ground with his hands on his hands, rushed towards his daughter suddenly, grabbed her shoulder and cried and questioned, "Tell me, how can he rest in peace!"

"How many times has he begged you! That 200 taels of silver is actually more important than your own brother's life!"

"Why is your heart so cruel?"

"If he hadn't been cornered by those debt collectors, how could he risk jumping into the river!"

"It's winter in the twelfth lunar month, how cold should my Qinglin be..."

"You killed my son, you white-eyed wolf killed my only son!"

Mother Miao was crying and cursing, and she was about to reach out to scratch Lady Miao, who was still being beaten and scolded by her.

"Sister-in-law, calm down..." Fang, the second daughter-in-law of the Miao family, stepped forward and took Miao's mother by one arm.

Mother Miao was still unwilling to reconcile, and stared at her daughter with almost resentment: "God is really short-sighted, why is it not you, the bastard who died!"

For a moment, Mrs. Miao felt her blood go cold through her entire body: "Mother..."

"Don't call me mother! The thing I regret the most is that I gave birth to you! When I gave birth to you, I should have listened to your father and strangled you to death! Nothing like this will happen! You are the evil spirit who came to our house to seek your life!"

Lady Miao looked at the woman in front of her almost strangely.

Are these words really spoken by her mother?

She suddenly thought of many——

When she was young, there were always elders around her saying that she had a good life, unlike her two younger sisters who were drowned in a water tank right after they were born...

So, being born as a daughter, if you can avoid being strangled and drowned, can it be called "a good life"?
It was the misfortunes in the marriage, the mother's "tolerance" and the younger brother's "support" that made her subconsciously stop thinking about those injustices.

She even once felt that she was lucky to have such an enlightened family.

Can the "good" in her eyes be true?

Or, those good things have always been premised?
There were still scolding voices in her ears, no matter how hard Mrs. Miao could bear it, she asked word by word: "Did I really kill Qing Lin?"

Miao's mother was full of hatred: "Who else could it be if it's not you!"

Lady Miao turned to look at Fang: "Does Auntie think so too?"

Fang hesitated to speak, with a complicated expression, and winked at her: "Shaoting, something happened to Qinglin just now, so don't make your mother sad..."

"Yeah, I'm ignorant again." Mrs. Miao laughed sarcastically, then looked at the young woman kneeling there: "Sister and sister, do you also think that I killed him?"

"How dare I say that, Sister..." The young woman's voice was choked and hoarse, and she said in a low voice: "But that day, I obviously begged Sister in private, and I only wanted to lend us 200 taels of silver for emergency... But Sister refused ..."

"Borrow? When will you pay back the money you 'borrowed'?"

The young woman choked when she heard the words, and her tears became more and more violent: "Qinglin just left, and now sister is going to settle accounts with my orphan and widow!"

Mother Miao was about to rush forward again: "How did I give birth to you as a debt collector!"

Mrs. Fang held her tightly, persuaded her, and shook her head at Mrs. Miao.

However, Mrs. Miao took another step closer to the young woman: "Let me ask my siblings again, where is the gift money for Hao'er's birthday party?"

"...It's been spent long ago, not to mention the consumption of the whole family, just talking about Qinglin's drinking and gambling is a hole that can't be filled, how can there be any surplus?"

"You know it's a hole that can't be filled, so it's only natural that I should fill it for him, right?"

"Enough!" Mother Miao yelled loudly.

Lady Miao turned her head to face the ferocious face: "I still want to ask my mother, is it true that I can't come up with 200 taels of silver? Where have all the money that I honored you during the festivals all these years gone?"

Mother Miao gritted her teeth: "What do you mean by these words? If we had money, how could we ask for it from your big Buddha!"

Lady Miao didn't say anything more when she heard the words, she suddenly turned around and walked through the inner hall door to the inner courtyard.

She ignored the scolding voices behind her, and went straight to Mother Miao's bedroom, rolled up the quilt, opened the box under the bed, took out a box, and returned to the front hall.

"Snapped!"

Miao Niangzi threw the locked box on the ground heavily, and the box was smashed open, and the broken silver, silver notes, and even some gold ornaments were all scattered inside.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Mother Miao's lips trembled, her whole body trembling with anger: "You..."

"It's just that the business of the shop has been good in the past two years, but I took most of the money I earned back home. For me, 200 taels of silver is almost all of my savings—if I don't want to use all my savings to gamble To pay a debt is to kill a ghost, so why didn't the mother kill her own son!"

"How many times have I told Qinglin to gamble money? My mother agreed on the surface, but she indulged in indulgence behind the scenes! When he owed the gambling debt, she forced me to pay it for him. Once or twice, my mother ate It is certain that I will soften my heart every time... just one time, I will become a murderer in the mouth of my mother!"

"I've already asked. The reason why Qinglin drowned and was unable to go ashore was because he drank a lot of wine! A person who has achieved nothing and owes a whole lot of gambling debts to get drunk, so he doesn't know how to cherish himself. Am I to take responsibility for his death?"

"Besides, he has been away from home for two whole days. You just went out to look for him today. You are so indulgent and disrespectful. What right do you have to blame me if something happens?"

"Father left early, and I swore never to marry again. Apart from those rumors, I also wanted to share the family for my mother...Qinglin married and gave birth, so why am I not helping?" Mrs. Miao looked at Mother Miao with tears in her eyes, He almost paused every word: "But I am also your child, and I am also a human being—and he is your son, not mine!"

"You..." Mother Miao's chest heaved violently, she pointed at her, her lips were trembling and she couldn't speak for a moment.

"Shao Ting, the dead are the most important, how can you say such ugly words in front of your brother's bones..."

Fang persuaded: "Besides, it is said that the eldest sister is like a mother. As an elder sister, you should worry about your younger brother. They are all family members. Isn't it unfair to say these things? Your mother lost Qinglin, you As a daughter, I definitely can't make her feel cold anymore..."

"What a elder sister is like a mother, and the dead are the oldest... So this is why my mother beat and scolded me wantonly, blamed me for Qinglin's death, and even cursed me to die?"

Mother Miao grabbed the teapot on the side and smashed it heavily.

"……get out!"

The teapot hit Miao Niangzi's right shoulder heavily, and fell to pieces under her feet.

"Get out! I don't think I ever gave birth to you, a broom star!"

Mrs. Miao didn't know how she turned around and how she walked out of the house—if the house behind her could still be called "home".

The sky had already darkened, and at some point it was raining again.

She stood outside the door in despair for a long time, forgetting to lift her foot.

Until a hurried voice suddenly came——

"Miss Miao!"

She looked up in a daze, only to see someone running towards her quickly in the wind and rain.

"Where does it hurt? Does it matter?"

Liu Xun didn't turn on the lamp either, and couldn't see her specific appearance clearly in the dim light, so he asked anxiously.

He heard from the clerk that Mother Miao suddenly went to the steamed stuffed bun shop early this morning, rushed forward and beat her in front of everyone, going crazy.

Her brother... drowned in the river and his body was found.

Lady Miao shook her head slowly: "It's okay..."

Liu Xun glanced at the door behind her, then suddenly took her hand and pulled her back into the rain.

The two returned to the bun shop.

Liu Xun took Mrs. Miao to the hall in the backyard, but she seemed to have lost her soul, she didn't respond to any questions, and she refused to change her clothes.

Liu Xun only said "Excuse me", pushed him into the chair and sat down, then frantically searched around——

I lit the brazier, boiled a pot of hot water, stuffed it with Mrs. Tang, and took a cotton towel to wipe her hair. I couldn't find a cloak, so I just hugged the bed and wrapped her around her.

Finally, he ran to the courtyard again and took the big black dog tied under the jujube tree in the courtyard to the woodshed.

The big black dog stared at him with black eyes.

Liu Xun somehow understood the look in his eyes, so he ran to the kitchen and quickly prepared a bowl of dog food and brought it over.

The big black dog wagged its tail and started eating wildly.

The moment he came out of the firewood room, Mr. Liu stopped and slapped his forehead heavily: "...What am I messing about?"

The dazed Mr. Liu hurried back to the back hall, and Mrs. Miao, who was wrapped in the chair, looked at him as if she had finally regained her composure.

But he asked softly and hoarsely: "We've known each other for so long, does Mr. Liu know what my full name is?"

Liu Xun nodded: "The shopkeeper Miao's full name is Miao Shaoting."

"Mr. is very knowledgeable. You should know what the word Shaoting means?"

　There is a lot of people's livelihood in this book, and it may make me a little angry after reading it. Please bear with it first, cough, believe me, this anger will subside.

　　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)