Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 40 Spare Hate

Mrs. Tai's trembling sleeves shook violently.

it's already over.

The dark turbid stream of death takes away life and leaves behind ugliness and cruelty.In those short ten days, everything she experienced was engraved on the bottom of her heart like a brand.

However, it's all over.

The bodies of those struggling, fighting, scrambling, hating, and blood, those tribesmen who seemed to be possessed by demons in order to survive, those relatives who did not hesitate to kill for a morsel of food, and those kind and gentle sisters who eventually became cold in her arms ...

There is no life in the world, the dry and cracked earth, the scorched river, and the dead bodies lying on the roadside, the pungent smell fills the nose all the time.

It was like endless turbid water, overwhelming and never-ending death...

it's already over.

Mrs. Tai slowly opened her eyes, but there was no light in the cloudy pupils.

"That's all." She said lightly, the twilight carved shadows on her face, and every line was extraordinarily cold, "It is good that the field is not burned, you have done a good job."

Qin Wang bowed and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come here." Mrs. Tai called out, and then turned to Qin Wang: "You stay in the mansion for one night, and I will order Director Dong to arrange for you to meet your daughter Ali."

Qin Wang put his hand on the ground to thank him, and a maid wearing agarwood brown sarong came in, holding a black lacquered wooden tray with a green cloth bag on it.

Mrs. Tai said to Qin Wang: "I will give you a hundred gold here. After you go back, you will do a ritual for Ah Tuo and Ah Fu, and invite more monks and Taoists to recite scriptures, so that you can surpass them. The rest of the gold will be Buy some high-quality tributes to make up for the shortage of the festival, and then pray to the gods to bless Zhuangzi with a good harvest in the coming year."

The death of one or two people is not a big deal, as long as the fields and food are safe.

Mrs. Tai's expression was as calm as an ancient well.

The Qin family can't experience that kind of famine again, and can't afford such a miserable fate.

The lintel of the Qin family is rich and honored above everything else.

After listening to Mrs. Tai's instructions, Qin Wang quickly responded one by one, and put away the green cloth bag respectfully.

Mrs. Tai leaned back tiredly, waved her hand, and the maid beside her said softly, "Chuangtou, please follow me."

Qin Wang prostrated himself on the ground and bowed to Mrs. Tai again, then got up and followed the maid out of the house. Not long after, the sound of his tapping footsteps gradually faded away.

The room suddenly fell silent, there was no one, and there was no light.

Mrs. Tai sat alone in the gradually thickening twilight, eyes closed, not knowing what she was thinking.

A gust of wind suddenly blew through the curtain, bringing a chill.Her sleeves were blown and swayed, and then a pair of warm and slightly rough hands pressed her forehead.

Mrs. Tai turned her head to look at the person, then turned her head and continued to close her eyes, feeling the force of the pressing hands, and said after a while: "I heard everything."

Zhou Yu gently massaged her forehead and said "yes".

Mrs. Tai was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "The Cheng family..."

After only saying two words, she stopped and said nothing more.

However, Zhou Yu seemed to be able to understand, the movements of her hands paused slightly, and then she continued to massage, and said in a low voice: "It's just hearsay, even if it's true, it's just three books."

Mrs. Tai snorted, but stopped talking.

The rain seemed to be a little heavy, the rustling sound on the window lattice became dense, and the north wind lifted a corner of the cotton curtain, sending some cold air.

"Yingchuan..." Mrs. Tai suddenly spoke again, her voice was as soft as a whisper.

Still only said two words.

Zhou Yu sighed.

Obviously, she still understood the meaning behind these two words.

Her sighing voice hovered in the room like an endless wind. After a while, she whispered to Mrs. Tai: "It's all over, madam, don't think about it anymore."

Mrs. Tai didn't speak, and after a long time, she sighed: "Yes, it's all over."

The infinitely melancholy tone, like emotion, was a little cold: "Yingchuan has long been occupied by Zhao Guo. No matter how much I think about it, it is hard to return to my homeland. We have stayed here in Qingzhou for decades. My old bone……"

She paused when she said this, and only let out a long sigh.

Zhou Yu looked sad, but she didn't answer.

This topic is too sad, and she doesn't want to make Mrs. Tai feel sad.

Mrs. Tai also became quiet, as if she didn't want to touch the past again. However, the slight moisture in the corners of her eyes revealed her true emotions at the moment...

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Before Qin Wang left the next day, he was invited by Qin Su into the tea room at the main entrance of the east courtyard to talk.Half a day later, the content of their conversation fell into Lin's ears without saying a single word.

"...It's all gossip, asking questions, but Qin Zhuangtou didn't think it was troublesome, and even took the initiative to tell the situation of Zhuangzhong's social day." Ru's front skirt was almost hanging on her knees, and she described the conversation to Mrs. Lin.

Lin looked at the celadon plain cup in his hand, with a leisurely attitude: "Speak carefully, tell me what you asked and what you answered."

While trying to think back, the old woman reported: "The girl first asked about the situation in the courtyard where she lived in the farm, and Qin Zhuangtou answered that it was all burned. Then asked where the couple were buried, and Qin Zhuangtou answered that it was buried in the Houshan. Then the girl asked about the plum tree in Houshan, and asked if the sparrow trap she had set up was there. Qin Zhuangtou replied that the plum tree was about to bud, but the trap was taken by someone. It was trampled, not a single sparrow was caught, only a handful of millet was left, the girl was very angry when she heard this, and kept saying that the children in the village were too bad...that's all."

A trace of disdain flashed across Lin's eyes as he stared at Chazhan.

She knew that she couldn't find anything from Qin Su, but for the sake of caution, she asked someone to keep an eye on her in secret, for fear of missing information about the three rare volumes.

Now it seems that she really thinks too highly of this outsider girl.Such a humble person, who has been in Zhuangzi for five years, how can he understand the beauty of rare books?These questions are all village dialects, and I really don't know what to say.

"Nothing else?" Lin was a little impatient, raised her hand and pinched the center of her brow.

These country words are really superfluous to listen to.

The old woman hurriedly lowered her body and said respectfully: "That's all. Later, Qin Zhuangtou was going to bid farewell to Mrs. Tai, so he left." At this point, she seemed to have remembered something, and added another sentence Said: "Madam doesn't know, the girl made a big joke afterwards."

Upon hearing this, Lin let go of the hand pinching the center of her brow, and with a bit of interest on her face, she asked, "What joke?"

The old woman took a step forward and said flatteringly: "The head of Qin Zhuang has gone out, the girl suddenly ran out again, called out to him, and asked him to drop by to thank Ah Sheng for saving his life. Madame didn't see it, but the girl is talking loudly like that, she really looks like a native peasant lady." As she spoke, she laughed "hehe", her face seemed to be blooming.

There was also a contemptuous smile on Lin's face, looking at the teacup in his hand, he looked very happy.

However, this joyful look only lasted for half a breath, and her face suddenly changed, and she stood up with a "huo".

Her movements were very big, the teacup couldn't be stabilized in time, and it shook on the table several times, the porcelain and the wooden table made a crisp "clang" sound, which stopped after several sounds.

(End of this chapter)