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The bookboy turned his head and rolled his eyes: some of them were good to eat, and some were picky. He finally knew why the two bookboys left in anger.

Before dinner, Mrs. Zhao was already hungry, and she ordered Dong Yuzhi's book boy arrogantly: "Go and make me a pot of chicken soup. My son's hands and feet are injured, so he needs to eat well to replenish his body. "

The book boy smiled and said, "Madam, it's not up to you what you want to eat tonight. It depends on what is done in the kitchen."

"Hmph!" Ms. Zhao had been treated with kind words and words for a long time. She had forgotten what she was doing. She scolded the book boy: "The kitchen doesn't make chicken soup, don't you know how to pay them to make it?"

The book boy stretched out his hand to Mrs. Zhao: "Madam, if you give me some money, I can let the kitchen make chicken soup for you alone. With the money, everything can be done easily."

Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she yelled: "Damn slave, since you are here to take care of our mother and son, you should do a good job in all aspects. How can you ask for money from me?"

The scholar smiled angrily: "Excuse me, madam, who should I go to for money?"

Zhao said matter-of-factly: "Of course you went to your young master to ask for money. He left you to serve my son."

The book boy gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I will go back to my young master to ask for money. Who told my young master to keep me here to serve you?"

Mrs. Zhao looked at the back of the book boy leaving and snorted proudly. She never expected that the book boy would never come back after he left.

She waited from Shen time to You time in the afternoon, and then from You time to Xu time. It was already dark and the book boy didn't come back.

Only then did Ms. Zhao panic, and cursed: "You lazy slave, I won't break your legs when you come back."

"Sir, Mrs. Ding wants to eat chicken soup at night. She asked me to come to you to get the money." The book boy said to Dong Yuzhi: "She also said that since you left me to serve their mother and son, you have to bear their food expenses."

"She was still shouting at me, just like my serious master." The book boy couldn't help laughing angrily when he talked about Zhao's smug look: "Sir, you and the madam are so different from each other. The aura of being a boss is far from enough."

When the book boy finished telling how Zhao treated him, Dong Yuzhi was so shocked that he came to his senses for a while: "It depends on the owner to beat a dog. How dare Madam Ding treat you like this? Doesn't this mean that I don't take this young master seriously?" Something?"

The book boy smiled and said, "Sir, who says she doesn't take you seriously? She treats you as a scapegoat."

"Shut up!" Dong Yuzhi angrily scolded the book boy and walked around in his room angrily: "If I had known she was such an unreasonable person, I shouldn't have taken the lead in raising money to treat Ding Xiucai's injuries today. I'm so angry. Kill me."

The book boy thought to himself: If you raise money for Ni Ge's medical treatment, he will still think of you well.Now that you have given your money to the dog, the dog will continue to bite you.

In the middle of the night, Ding Zhongwen woke up and saw Mrs. Zhao listlessly leaning on a chair. He shouted weakly: "Mom, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

When Mrs. Zhao saw Ding Zhongwen waking up, she immediately became energetic.

She quickly walked to the table and picked up a bowl of vegetable porridge. She walked to the bedside with a spoon and said with a smile: "Wen'er, this is the porridge I went to the kitchen to ask the cook to make for you. Come here, mother will feed you."

Ding Zhongwen looked at the ordinary vegetable porridge in the bowl and drank it one mouthful at a time without exposing Zhao's lies.

The porridge has already been completely cold, and it feels like a chill in the stomach after drinking it.But Ding Zhongwen was too hungry to care about this and drank the entire bowl of porridge in one go.

Mrs. Zhao carefully wiped the rice soup from the corner of Ding Zhongwen's mouth, and asked worriedly: "Wen'er, are you feeling better after taking the Bone Renewal Pill?"

Ding Zhongwen felt it and smiled to comfort Mrs. Zhao: "Mom, I don't feel the pain anymore."

Only then did Zhao feel relieved and told Ding Zhongwen with a smile: "Wen'er, I have inquired with Taoist Master Ling Xiaozi. You can lie down in bed for at least a month before you can walk."

"Really?" Ding Zhongwen didn't have much of a smile on his face. Although he was able to attend Enke as scheduled a month later, he missed the study tour in Fucheng.If he didn't go to Fucheng to study and couldn't listen to the teachings of the great Confucians, he wouldn't have much confidence in Enke.

"Son, when you become an official in the future, you must punish those bastards who look down on others." Zhao said angrily: "Dong Xiucai clearly sent a few book boys to take care of our mother and son today, but they were disobedient and talked with us everywhere. I'm going against you. I'm going to shame my mother, and I won't serve you if I say the wrong thing."

When Ding Zhongwen started talking about this matter, Ding Zhongwen's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

"Mom went to inquire about it. The first person who disobeyed me was Wang Xiucai's book boy, and the second one was Zhu Xiucai's book boy. The most outrageous one was Dong Xiucai's book boy. He clearly promised me to go back to Dong Xiucai and give you money to make chicken soup. , left but never came back.”

Ding Xiucai's eyebrows twitched several times, feeling that he was about to finish, so he asked eagerly: "Mom, what have you done to them?"

Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes at Ding Xiucai: "What can I do to them? I just ask them to wipe your sweat, pat your shoulders, and wash the dirty clothes you changed. And ask them to make something for you. Big fish and meat to replenish your body, but who knew they only brought you porridge, pickles, and steamed buns. They treat you so poorly, how can you let mother feel so bad?"

Ding Xiucai was immediately angered by Mrs. Zhao and vomited a mouthful of blood: "Mom, how could you treat my classmates like this?"

"What did I do to your classmates? I only did this to those book boys. They are born to serve others, and they didn't take good care of you. Of course I have to say something."

There was never a moment like this when Ding Xiucai regretted being reborn in Zhao's belly.He hated Zhao's vulgarity, ignorance and self-righteousness. He had felt sad and inferior because he was Zhao's son.

He couldn't help but think of Ni's mother, the Wang family. She was not Ni Ge's biological mother, but she treated Ni Ge better than Zhao treated him.

If the person taking care of him in the academy at the moment were replaced by Wang, he would definitely handle the relationship with his classmates in the academy and have people take the initiative to bring out more good things to visit him.

Unlike Zhao, it would only embarrass him.

After drinking the cold gruel into his stomach, Ding Zhongwen's stomach began to feel a dull pain after a while.

Ding Zhongwen closed his eyes and refused to look at Mrs. Zhao, and couldn't help but think again. If Mr. Wang was taking care of the injured Ni Ge in the academy, would he give Ni Ge some cold porridge?The answer is no, because there is a stove in his dormitory that can boil water and heat meals.

The more Ni Ge and Ni's mother were brought in, the sadder Ding Zhongwen felt, and his resentment towards Zhao also increased a lot.

Seeing that Ding Zhongwen closed his eyes and fell asleep again, Mrs. Zhao also opened the cabinet and took out a quilt and slept on the bed in front of the bed.

She recalled the disdainful look in her eyes from the cook when she went to the academy kitchen to beg for food.