My imagination has come true

Chapter 66
After Yue Ling's death, Zhang Qingqing became more and more transparent in the Zhang family, and life was very difficult.

The male protagonist Sun Yuzhi has a good friend and cousin named Meng Pingbo. One day Meng Pingbo came to Zhang's house as a guest and saw that Zhang Qingqing's hand was pricked by a needle, so he bandaged her.

Perhaps the sun was so beautiful and the sky was so blue at that time, Zhang Qingqing's heart suddenly moved.

The feelings came so quickly, just like the great flood that her mother described to her in a quiet night, it was surging.

The girl couldn't hide what was on her mind, even though she didn't dare to expect anything extravagantly, there was still affection in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Zhang Rongrong was the first to notice Qingqing's feelings.

It's strange to say that both Zhang Rongrong and Zhang Rourou only regard each other as a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh, and don't pay attention to Qingqing, but she can see these things clearly.

Zhang Rongrong thought it was ridiculous for a while, this little girl is not big, she has a big heart, but she dares to think about anything.

Does the toad rolling in the mud want to eat swan meat?
She wanted to make friends with Sun Yuzhi and Qin Jin, but she was very afraid that an accident at home would affect the old lady of the Sun family's opinion of her.

Meng Pingbo is the nephew of the old lady of the Sun family, she loves her very much, he is almost the same as an eyeball, if he knows that there are some so-called vixen coveting outside, he will be angry.

Zhang Rongrong discussed with her mother, and didn't spend much time talking, just hinted to Zhang Qing, and mentioned a few words, the young man is not young, and it's time to find her in-laws.

In just a few months, Zhang Qingqing was married off. She was a foreigner, and she didn't know her background, only that she was a businessman and rich.

She got on the sedan chair in a muddle along the way, and then died on the way to get married.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She didn't take the blame, she wrote the script, but every time the script was changed beyond recognition, it was unbearable to read.

It was clearly caused by the little goblin, fate, and had nothing to do with her.

Now that she is here, Zhang Qingqing should not think about falling in love.

What time is it now?
Now is the end of the catastrophe, the era when heroes are born in large numbers, famous families are sent out, and knights change the world.

Every time Jia Junhao chatted, he was fascinated when he mentioned it. He said that only warriors of this era deserved it.

There is a long history, and when the martial arts was at its peak, people would always have romantic imaginations when they mentioned the rivers and lakes.

But no matter how naive people are, they also know that there are white and black in the world, and there are good and bad. For those who practice martial arts, some are chivalrous and righteous, while others are bullying.

Only during the period of catastrophe, during the past hundred years or so, masters have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. After looking up information and looking through history books, none of them was regarded as a scum.

Many people in later generations do not believe this, saying that there must be taboos.

Throughout history, there are usually as many traitors as there are heroes, and people's hearts can never be counted. Besides, since ancient times, martial arts have been banned, and many people who practice martial arts are armed with sharp weapons and murderous intentions.

Mu Qingyun doesn't think about whether there is anything she can't avoid for the sages, anyway, she yearns for the heroes of this era now.

Now that it is here, it is impossible to talk about love, and blind marriage is even more delusional.

She wants to learn real martial arts, to leave her mark on this era, and to compete with the masters.

She also wanted to bring back all the lost martial arts cheats and traditional cultural treasures.

Mu Qingyun rested her chin and thought about it for a while, and Yu Mama, who was beside her mother Yue Ling, came over with a gloomy expression. When she entered the door, her complexion was not very good, and she hesitated.

Yu's mother was rescued by Yue Ling from the street when she was a famous actress in the south of the Yangtze River.

Both her son and daughter-in-law were victims of the monsters in the restricted area going out of control, not even the corpse was left behind, the child died, and Mother Zhou went crazy.

Seeing that she was pitiful, Yue Ling took her by her side and asked for medical advice, but she didn't intend to let her do anything, she just wanted to accumulate merit.

She believed in karma a little bit, not to mention, she didn't see the good news, but Yu's mother took care of her body, it was reliable, she could read and write, and she was also loyal to Yue Ling.

Life in the Zhang family was very difficult, and it was only because of her relief and comfort that Yue Ling was able to support her so far.

Mu Qingyun blinked, poured her a cup of tea, and told her to sit down: "I... Dad's there, or can't I get the money?"

Mother Yu said with a stiff face: "I saw the stick and said that the world is not good, there is not enough food, the expenses are getting bigger, there is no money left in the account, let me take it easy."

But how dare Madam's illness slow down?

Doctor Zhou's medical skills are not bad, she is familiar with her family, and the consultation fee is very cheap.

But Yue Ling's disease is in the lungs. What matters is the word "nourishing". It is best to eat ginseng.

In the past few days, Yue Ling's pocket money in daily life was exhausted.

Mu Qingyun rolled his eyes: "When that guy asked his mother for money, he didn't mention saving."

In the past, Yue Ling was very rich.

These days, it's hard to be an actor, it's low class, most of the little actors are poor, but famous actors are not the same.

At least when famous actors are most popular, there is no shortage of money.

When Yue Ling married into Zhang's family, she was also a red makeup, and she prepared a big box just for the money. The box was decorated with tortoiseshell, which was also worth the old nose's money.

The opera costumes she used were all made by masters in the south of the Yangtze River. Her hat was emerald emerald craftsmanship, pasted with gold leaf, and there were dozens of pearls on it.

Just such a set, one hundred taels of silver was pawned back then.

Yue Ling's outfit and dowry were all pawned, and they were all filled in the Zhang family's bottomless pit.

Mr. Zhang, that's not right. He is now called Mr. Zhang. He is a scholar. He needs money for pens, ink, paper and inkstone every month, so he asks Yue Ling to get it.

Every month, I spend money with literati and inkmen, singing poems and poetry, and I also ask Yue Ling to get it.

Lian Ji donated money to support a friend's family, and if he needed money, he also asked Yue Ling to get it.

Up and down the Zhang family, from the old lady to the orphans and widows left behind by the big house, all supported them with Yue Ling's dowry money.

Now that Yue Ling is sick, she wants to spend some money to treat her illness, but she can't afford it.

Over the past ten years, a lot of natural disasters and man-made disasters have been encountered. The family, including Yue Ling, is not the head of the family business, no matter how much money they have, there is not much left.

Yue Ling has been reduced to the point where she has to do some purse embroidery handicrafts to earn some pocket money for gouache.

Mu Qingyun became irritable when he thought of this.

She has valued money since she was a child. When she took the New Year's money, her mother wanted to keep it for her. She also knew to whisper to her mother in private, but she was not allowed to be ambiguous, and she was not allowed to spend it on others.

It doesn't matter whether it works or not, anyway, I know that money is a good thing.

Yue Ling came from a tough background, and singing is the hardest job. For one minute on stage, ten years of performance off stage will be absolutely true.

Her money is hard-earned money.

Mu Qingyun's heart ached to death.

Mother Yu sighed: "My Madam used to have a sister who sent a letter last year saying that she was married to Changxian County. I asked the peddler to deliver a letter to her. Maybe I can borrow some money to buy medicine..."

Mu Qingyun shook his head: "The master is still there, so how can I borrow it?"

Since he wants to be a feudal patriarch, doesn't he still have a wife and children?

While speaking, Zhang Qing's long follower came to knock on the door with a straight face.

"Miss San, the master asked me to pass on a message - go and kneel in the courtyard, you are not allowed to eat today, and I will clean up you, a shameless thing, later."

"Walk."

Mu Qingyun walked away without saying a word.

wooden club:"……"

Yu's mother was startled, afraid that she would suffer, so she hurried to follow.

(End of this chapter)