Lingquan, a peasant girl: the bully in the whole family is just me

Yan Yuanhao left soon.

"I'm going to find some clothes for you. You warm up by the fire first and don't move around." After getting their response, Yao Lan went to the room to find clothes.

There were not many single clothes at home, so Yao Lan searched several rooms and took out all the unworn clothes for them to change into. If the size could fit, she could make do with it, if not, there was nothing she could do about it.

After roasting for a while, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Aunt Hua quickly brought the big pot of ginger soup, and scooped a bowl for each of them.

Yan Yuanhao scooped up a bowl for Yao Lan, blew on it, and handed it in front of her, "You also got caught in the rain, drink a bowl to keep out the cold."

Yao Lan gave him a sweet smile, took the bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

"These are people from the exile village." Yan Yuanhao looked at the people by the fireplace and said.

"Well, Aunt Hua said she was her former master, do you know him?"

Yan Yuanhao nodded, pointed to the old man and said, "He used to be the prince and grand teacher."

Yao Lan's little chin was about to hit the ground, "Will the prince's teachers be exiled?"

Yan Yuanhao sneered, "The prince is gone, why can't the grand master be exiled?"

Yao Lan was even more shocked. The Tai Tuo was definitely at the top of the pyramid in the era of Confucianism.

But the more the top of the tower, the more painful it is for the character to fall to the bottom of the tower.

It took a while before he asked: "Then if I bring them back, will it bring about a disaster?"

Yan Yuanhao finally couldn't help pinching her cheek, it was soft and elastic.

Feeling that he was out of line, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, "Are you afraid?"

Yao Lan nodded sullenly. The last time he touched Lingquan, there was an extra space, but this time nothing changed.

Could it be that the beauty has failed?

Thinking that she was intimidated, he kept silent, Yan Yuanhao said, "Don't worry, I won't."

"Why?"

Yan Yuanhao glanced at the person by the stove, turned his head to look at her and said, "They can all escape from such a heavy rain, and the exile village is probably already in chaos. Who knows if there is one more person or one less? ?”

Make sense, make sense.

It looks like a big man in front of him, and the selling price is only four taels of silver.

Those people obviously didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet someone they knew after escaping from the exile village. Now they scrubbed a little, changed into dry clothes, dried their hair by the fireplace, and drank a bowl of ginger soup. They just felt alive come over.

A few words of caring for each other, each face with the joy of surviving after the catastrophe.

It used to be glamorous, but today it is ashamed, and it is good to be alive.

Aunt Hua rubbed her hands together, and asked Yao Lan with determination: "Miss, the ladies and gentlemen were frightened and got caught in the rain, can this slave cook something for them?"

Afraid that Yao Lan would disagree, he said, "Miss, don't worry, the money will be paid by slaves."

It was only today that she found out that the Lord's family invited the county magistrate to eat without any meaty taste. The Yao family did not farm and had no property, so I'm afraid they were not as rich as they imagined.

In the future, she should embroider more handkerchiefs to subsidize the family.

Yao Lan couldn't help marveling at the fact that Aunt Hua's relationship with these people is completely different from what she thought, "They dragged you into exile, don't you complain at all?"

Aunt Hua's expression was mournful. After living in Yao's house for a while, she was no longer the downcast she was when she first came out of the exile village, but she still couldn't hide the vicissitudes of life: "Your servant does not complain, but your servant regrets."

"The kindness that the old lady has treated me is as great as a mountain, but the maidservant failed to serve the old lady well, so that the old lady died on the road. Now that the Zhao family is in trouble, the servant girl just wants to do her best."

As one of the few big maids around Mrs. Zhao, Aunt Hua was once favored by the old lady. As a slave, it is a great blessing to be favored by the master.

Not only did she grow up and get married safely, but also gave her insight and skills that ordinary people don't have. How can this kindness be forgotten?
The concept of equality and freedom has not been popularized in this era, and strict class rule is the kingly way.

Yao Lan did not expect such a deep bond between Aunt Hua's master and servant, Yao Lan was really touched.

If the old man was alone, she might have taken it all together, but with so many strangers pouring in, she had to weigh her abilities even if her head was hot.

"My father and third brother will be back in a while, and third uncle's family may also come back. You should cook more food, so that father and brother don't have enough to eat."

After a pause, seeing Aunt Hua's embarrassed face, she reminded: "As for them who seem to be half-starved and half-satiated for a long time, if they eat too much at once, it is easy to cause spleen and stomach disorders. You can eat some white porridge or noodles slowly, and then you can eat it slowly. Don’t be too hasty.”

Aunt Hua had heard the truth, so naturally she had no reason not to agree, she simply explained a few words to one of the women, then turned and went to the kitchen.

The sky has begun to light up, but the heavy rain has not stopped, and the gray oppressive feeling envelopes the sky.

There were a total of eight people sitting in the main room, five men and three women. The young men and women looked fine, and the older ones all looked tired. As for the old Mr. Zhao, he had already fallen asleep on the recliner.

Aunt Hua couldn't help asking what happened.

"The exile village hasn't changed much since the two of you left. Mr. Wei has taken good care of our family. It's just that it rained heavily last night. I don't know how many houses have collapsed. The exile village is in chaos."

"It sounded like someone was dead from a distance, and we didn't dare to go out to watch. Just before we came, and we didn't know what happened, someone came and smashed the door of our residence. It seemed that someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rob us. our property."

"It's all down to this point, and we don't care about property. We can only escape to avoid things that may kill us."

Zhao Liangce is the third master in Aunt Hua's mouth. He is over thirty years old and looks like a frail scholar. He has been able to live in exile until now, I am afraid that the people in charge will take care of him a lot.

Aunt Hua kept wiping away her tears when she heard that, she and the man were servants and could buy and sell at will, but the master's family would not have this fate.

The emperor has a tyrannical temperament, he is really not a benevolent emperor.

It's only suffering for the master's family. Most of the family is full of nobles. Now most of the people are gone, and the rest are lingering.

God didn't give Aunt Hua much time to cry, and soon Yao Xiangbei rushed in, "Quick, bring blankets and clean clothes!"

Then it turns out that things aren't quite right at home.

They are all unfamiliar faces, did they go to the wrong place?

A lot of people came in after him, Yao Xiangnan carried someone on his back, it was Mrs. Qian.

Yao Lan hurriedly asked Aunt Hua to boil the hot water again, and she first placed Qian on the bamboo bed in the main room.

"What's the matter?" Looking at Qian's pale face, Yao Lan couldn't help asking.

Yao Xiangbei took off the bamboo hat, with a look of life after disaster, "Your third uncle's house collapsed."

Yao Lan understood that the thatched hut could not support such a heavy rain.