Jiao Luan

Chapter 541
The east city of the capital is not as prosperous and rich as the west city, but it is still bustling, especially in the warm spring season, early in the morning, there are hawkers selling goods along the street, and the melodious and melodious shouting sounds are even more exciting than the west city. Divide the fireworks.

There is a spontaneously formed market in the north of Dongcheng, with one episode every five days. On weekdays, there are many vendors from around the area who pick goods to set up their stalls. Selling calligraphy and painting, and writing letters for others.

Because of his outstanding temperament and outstanding calligraphy and painting, there are many people around the stall even on market days, and the business is still booming.

On this day, the stall owner set up the table as usual, and as soon as he took out the pen and ink, a piece of broken silver was thrown on the table, and rolled until it reached the stall owner's hand.

The stall owner raised his head, looked at the man in his early forties, still handsome, and smiled at the owner who lost the money: "Do you want to buy calligraphy or paintings?"

The person who came was a young man in his early twenties, his hair was combed shiny, and he was fastened with a yellow gold hairpin. At first glance, he looked like an idle dude, but if he had a background, he looked at it from the perspective of the stall owner. , but there is none.

If it was before, he wouldn't even look at this kind of dude.

"I don't buy calligraphy, and I don't buy paintings. I have a precious painting, which I forcibly borrowed from a friend. I want my husband to copy one for me. If the painting is good, there will be a big reward." The young man pointed Pointing to the broken silver on the table, "This is the deposit."

The stall owner was overjoyed when he heard this.

Appointed painting can make more money than selling calligraphy and painting, and it can better display his ability.

The stall owner became happy when he thought that if he could attract this young man's attention, he would often have this kind of business in the future, and asked with a smile, "This is no problem. I wonder if you have brought your painting?"

"Bring it." The young man signaled his servants to pass the painting to the stall owner, and said, "This painting is inconvenient for people to see, but we need someone with outstanding calligraphy and painting to copy it. I searched for a few days and finally found it Find Mr. here."

Hearing these words made people feel uncomfortable, and the stall owner carefully unfolded the painting he handed over with a smile, and the smile on his face froze immediately.

In that painting there are actually two men and one woman, both naked, posing unsightly movements, even the private part is completely visible.

The picture scroll was thrown onto the table like a hot potato, making a snap.

The young man narrowed his eyes immediately: "Sir, what do you mean?"

The stall owner blushed and was quite annoyed: "You should hire someone else, I can't copy this painting."

I think he is also a dignified Jinshi, who has entered the Hanlin Academy, no matter what, he can't be reduced to the point of painting erotic pictures, and this kind of filthy picture!

The young man obviously didn't expect to be rejected by a calligrapher and painter who set up a stall, and suddenly became angry: "Master, I will ask you again, do you want to paint or not?"

The stall owner shook his head: "I really can't draw this."

The young man was furious, spat and said, "Fuck, a stall selling calligraphy and painting, the young master called you sir, you still kicked your nose and face. You don't paint, do you? Come for gold and silver, you give it to me, smash it!" His mess."

The two servants following the young man stepped forward immediately, one overturned the stall, and the other stomped on it.

"You can't step on it, you can't step on it, do you still have the king's law!"

"The law of the king? In this east city, the young master is the law of the king. What kind of law are you talking about with the young master as a poor stall vendor?"

The young man pushed the stall owner hard, and the stall owner fell to the ground.

When the two servants smashed the booth to pieces, the young man snorted condescendingly: "It's really shameless. Come for gold and silver. From now on, you will come here for a walk every day, and smash it every time you see him setting up a stall!"

"Don't worry, young master, I'll remember it."

One master and two servants walked away regardless of the whispered comments of the people around them, leaving only the extraordinary-looking stall owner sitting in a mess.

The peddler who had been a neighbor with this stall owner helped him up, and sighed: "Sir, why did you offend Zhao Erba from the Three Tyrants in the East City? You won't be able to stay here in the future."

The stall owner stood up, looked blankly at the diner who had been smashed into a mess, pushed the vendor away, and staggered out.

"You, your stall was smashed? Because you don't paint for others?" The old lady lying on the narrow bed swears with her mouth tilted, letting her saliva flow down without knowing it, "You trash, the whole family wants to drink The northwest wind is blowing, what do you need to be so lofty? Now it’s all right, the stable income just now has been cut off again, do you want me to not even be able to take medicine? I know, I can’t move anymore, I’m a useless person, you all expect me to shut up eyes!"

The old lady spoke vaguely, but as a son who lived with her day and night, she could hear clearly.

"Mother, don't think so, my son really can't draw—"

"Fuck, second Cheng, you are a worthless wretch who can't afford to support your parents. Thanks to my hard work, I brought you up. Among the three brothers, I love you the most!"

It turned out that the stall owner was Cheng Wei's father, Cheng Xiuwen.

After hearing Mrs. Meng's words, Cheng Xiuwen closed his eyes in pain.

Life these past few years has been nothing short of a nightmare.

First, he was kicked out of Huairenbo's mansion by seizing the title, and then the Jishengtang, which he relied on for his livelihood, was shut down by the opposite Dejitang. deficit.

The servants walked and sold as much as they wanted, and even the third younger brother broke up the family after his mother scolded him angrily. From then on, he just sent some money over every month.

But that little money is just a drop in the bucket for the whole family. He went to the academy and the rich family to work as a teacher, and he was always found out after a few days of stability. Who would dare to use it if he was involved with the deposed prince , Naturally, he was kicked out without hesitation.

What made him even more unexpected was that when Cheng Yu from his eldest brother's family went to the embroidery building to deliver embroidery, a lame master in his 40s took a fancy to him and wanted to take it back to become a concubine. Confused, want to let go.The always honest sister-in-law quarreled with her mother for the first time, and the next day she took her daughter and disappeared. The elder brother said he went out to look for it, but never came back.Within a few days, the eldest nephew Cheng Ming disappeared with his wife and children.

He struggled for several months without any news from his eldest brother's family, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and moved to Dongcheng with his parents, wife and children to make a living. Every day became more and more difficult.

Cheng Xiuwen is a filial man, but at this moment, Mrs. Meng's indistinct scolding sounds filled his ears, and he felt a little annoyed suddenly.

"Mother, don't be in a hurry. Your illness is the most urgent thing. My son will find a way." After Cheng Xiuwen finished speaking, he turned and went out, leaving behind Mrs. Meng's series of curses.

"Master is back." Aunt Dong put aside the half-embroidered pillow towel and greeted her.

Cheng Xiuwen was furious, and pushed Aunt Dong away: "Go aside!"

Aunt Dong was pushed back and sat down, her hand happened to be pressed on the embroidery needle, and at the same time as she screamed, blood immediately flowed out, spilling on the unfinished pillow cover.

Regardless of Zuan's heartache, she exclaimed: "Master, this is the goods that will be delivered tomorrow, what should I do if it is stained with blood now!"

After speaking, Aunt Dong couldn't help but choked up.

Cheng Xiuwen was in a fit of anger, and when he heard Aunt Dong crying, he was even more annoyed. He grabbed her hair and pulled her over, and slapped her backhand twice: "Cry, cry, cry, we know how to cry, our family is made so successful by your crying." This ghostly look!"

"Master—" Aunt Dong covered her face, heartbroken.

If not, if not for the two sons, such a life would be better than death!

"Don't cry for me, take care of my mother, there is no one left for my mother!"

Aunt Dong opened her eyes every day, except for the embroidery work in her hands, she was taking care of Mrs. Meng. She was used to numbness. After listening to Cheng Xiuwen's words, she went to Mrs. Meng's place silently.

Mrs. Meng was suffocated because her son walked away, and when she saw Aunt Dong coming in, she immediately found a vent, and opened her mouth to curse: "Who are you showing a mournful face to? My throat is smoking, you want Can't I die of thirst?"

Aunt Dong poured a glass of warm water, helped Mrs. Meng sit up halfway, and carefully fed her to drink.

Xu Shi was unable to move or speak after the stroke at first, but after Mrs. Meng was able to speak, she couldn't keep her mouth still.

She moistened her throat and babbled endlessly after lying down: "You bastard, since you were set up, nothing good has happened to your family! I think it's time for the second child to sell you to a brothel. How many more can you cut?" Come back to eat the catties of pork!"

Aunt Dong squeezed the water glass tightly, her eyes straightened: "Old lady, you can't think that way, I am the mother of Xi'er and Yang'er—"

"Fuck!" Mrs. Meng spat thick phlegm on Aunt Dong's face, "I was originally a concubine, but I had the nerve to say that I was the mother of two elder brothers! I was confused at the time, so I took you as a wild man from the valley. Wife straightened up!"

Aunt Dong listened in a daze, her heart getting colder and colder.

It turned out that she had never been anything in their eyes.

That's right, the old woman can even sell her own granddaughter to a lame old man, what else can't she do?Sooner or later, the old woman will persuade the master to sell her to a brothel.

What should she do?
Her father was a scholar after all. Although she didn't have the destiny to be a lady, she definitely couldn't be that prostitute with a jade arm and thousands of pillows!
If so, it would be better to die!
die?
Mrs. Meng was still cursing, the buzzing sound was like headless flies flying around Auntie Dong's ears, making her even more confused.

What came into view was a distorted face, which didn't have any kindness because of old age. The wrinkles on the face and the hatred in the eyes only made people sick to look at.

She don't listen, don't look!

Aunt Dong covered her face, her fingers touched something sticky, she let go of her hand and saw that it was thick phlegm spit on her face by Mrs. Meng just now.

A cold light shot out from Aunt Dong's eyes, she picked up a pillow and blocked Old Madam Meng's mouth, and said bitterly: "Let you scold, let you scold!"

After an unknown amount of time, Aunt Dong let go of her hand, and the pillow slid down, revealing Mrs. Meng's staring eyes.

She stretched out her hand to sniff at Mrs. Meng, and backed away in horror.

She killed, she killed her mother-in-law!
Aunt Dong stepped back step by step, her foot tripped over something, and she fell to the ground all of a sudden, but she slowly came back to her senses.

She wanted to escape, to escape from this man-eating cage!
Aunt Dong put the pillow back on the bed, covered Mrs. Meng with a thin quilt, and hurried back to the room.

The strong smell of alcohol made her feel relieved.

When the master is unhappy, he always gets drunk.

She opened the mattress, took out a half-worn purse from inside, poured out a few pieces of broken silver, a gold hairpin, and dozens of copper coins.

This is all she has saved.

After thinking for a while, Aunt Dong put the gold hairpin and copper coins into her purse, grabbed the half-old purse and went to the door of the eldest son Cheng Xi's room, and quietly stuffed the purse in through the crack of the door.

She can't take her two sons with her. Fortunately, Xi'er is old enough to take good care of her younger brother.The old woman had given up her breath, and she would not come up with bad ideas to harm others, and her two sons would always survive.

Thinking of this, Aunt Dong's panic and apprehension disappeared, leaving only joy and reluctance.

The courtyard door was quietly opened and then closed again without anyone knowing.

After waking up, Cheng Xiuwen shouted: "Dong, pour me a glass of water."

He shouted several times and no one answered, so he had to get up and look for someone everywhere.

After school, Cheng Yang ran in: "Father, I'm hungry."

"Hungry, hungry, hungry, you know you're hungry, where's your brother?"

"My brother hasn't come home yet, I haven't found my mother, and my grandmother is sleeping."

Cheng Xiuwen ignored the youngest son, searched inside and out, but couldn't find Aunt Dong, and went to Mrs. Meng's house.

Cheng Xiuwen subconsciously felt something was wrong with the thin quilt covering his head, and slowly pulled the quilt away, revealing a bruised face.

Cheng Yang was frightened and cried: "Father, what's wrong with grandma?"

Without saying a word, Cheng Xiuwen turned his head and walked out. He happened to meet his eldest son Cheng Xi in the yard.

Cheng Xi was holding a purse in his hand, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Father, what happened?"

Cheng Xiuwen looked down with a livid face and landed on the purse in his hand.

Cheng Xi hurriedly said: "After my son came home, he opened the door and saw this. It seems to belong to the mother, and somehow it was placed in the son's room."

Cheng Xiuwen grabbed the purse, dumped it out, and immediately rolled out a few pieces of broken silver.

The few irregular pieces of silver fell on the palm of his hand, as if they were mocking everything about him.

Seeing this, Cheng Xiuwen still didn't understand, his reason suddenly collapsed, he grabbed Cheng Xi by the collar and shouted: "Where's your mother? Tell me, where did your mother go! This bitch, I'm going to kill her!" , must kill her!"

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Xi was at a loss.

Cheng Yang rushed forward and grabbed Cheng Xiuwen's arm: "Father, let go of brother, let go of brother!"

Cheng Xiu didn't pay any attention, just stared at Cheng Xi: "Where is your mother? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"

"Father, my son really doesn't know where his mother has gone. Tell me first, what happened?"

"Your grandmother is dead, killed by your mother!"

Cheng Xiuwen is not an idiot, it can't be seen that Mrs. Meng was smothered to death, and besides Aunt Dong who has disappeared, who else did it!

"Brother, what is father talking about?"

Shocked and frightened, Cheng Yang was pulled into Cheng Xi's arms: "It's okay, it's okay, father is drunk and talking nonsense!"

"You rebellious son!" Cheng Xiuwen raised his hand, so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Two days later, Cheng Xi, who had sold all the belongings in the house, hired two cars, one with his father and younger brother with numb expressions, and the other was a cart, pulling a thin coffin, and he sat beside the thin coffin Watching, drunken grandfather reluctant to sit in another car, also crowded here.

The two cars drove slowly towards the outskirts of Beijing.

Cheng Xi looked ahead, feeling dazed, and besides the dull sound of the wheels, only the ravings of his grandfather remained in his ears: "It's just an empty game, an empty game..."

It was getting dark, and the car finally arrived at Chengjiazhuang, but was stopped by someone.

The one who stopped her from entering the village was Guo Shi, the wife of Cheng Jiubo, who had become an official wife.

The second grandfather, who has become the official patriarch, persuaded: "Mr. Guo, you can't do everything. People should cherish their blessings."

Only then did Guo move away, and snorted coldly: "For the sake of the patriarch, I will not stop, but if this family causes any trouble in the future, don't involve our family."

Mrs. Guo turned and left, Cheng Xiuwen's throat became hot and he spit out another mouthful of blood after the cold words but his face was numb.

Cheng Xiuwen's branch finally settled down in Chengjiazhuang. At the same time, the person who rushed from Erlizhuang to the capital to send invitations to Auntie Cheng's son Cheng Ruize looked at the empty yard in a daze, scratched his head and said, "My wife's natal family Where have they all gone?"

The red post was not sent out after all.

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