Wanqingsi

Chapter 66 Revenge
Get up early in the morning, go to the flower hall to have breakfast, the old Futou and the eldest brother of the Wei family have already sat at the table, but I saw a boy who is about the same age as Fuxiang come in with steamed buns, I saw that he is very handsome, pink makeup and jade , a pair of round eyes, extremely agile, I couldn't help but like it very much, and said with a smile: "Hey, where did this little guy look so good-looking?"

The little ghost was also clever. Seeing me looking at him and smiling, he bowed to me, and replied obediently: "My name is An Sheng. Ma'am is feeling a little uncomfortable today, so I'm left to make breakfast for Grandpa Fu."

It turned out to be that kid Fuxiang. I looked at the steamed buns and porridge on the table in surprise and said, "You made this?"

"Yes." An Sheng blushed, and said, "I can only cook some simple meals, don't blame Sister Ye." He knew me, probably because he heard what Fuxiang and Mrs. An said?I laughed and said, "It's amazing to be able to do this." At such a young age, I can already do this. It's really a child from a poor family who is already in charge of the family.I took a steamed bun, tore a piece and put it in my mouth, it was not bad, it seems that this is not the first time I made steamed buns.When I looked up and saw him looking at me eagerly, my heart moved, and I smiled and said, "It's delicious. Has An Sheng eaten it? Let's eat together?"

When he heard me praise him, he immediately beamed with joy, shook his head and said, "No need, Madam told me to cook and go back, Sister Ye, I'm leaving."

I saw him go out with a smile on his face, turned his head with a smile, looked at the old Futou and said, "Is that the grandson of Aunt An? Why do you call her Auntie?"

Old Fu shook his head and said: "The child was picked up by Mrs. An."

I was stunned: "I picked it up?"

Fu Xiang came in with a few side dishes, heard our conversation, and said with a smile: "Well, a few months ago, that child didn't know what happened, and fainted from hunger at the door of Mrs. An's house. When he woke up, he didn't know what happened. I don't remember much about the past, so Mrs. An kindly left him behind."

The old Futou continued: "I saw that the child is cute and gets along very well with Fuxiang. I wanted to take him in as a little boy and make a companion with Fuxiang. I didn't expect Mrs. An not to let him go. I didn't force her to be a book boy for her son."

I was startled again: "Scholar? Aunt An has a son?" With her family background, her son should go out to work to support the family. What do you want the book boy to do?Could it be that she wants her son to take the exam?If this is the case, this Mrs. An is also a hearty person, but Mrs. An is already at this age, and her son should not be too young. I am afraid that this fame has not only been tested once or twice, right?
"Yes, Mrs. An loves her son very much. She only wants him to get a good name and get ahead in the exam, so she doesn't let him do anything. She just makes him study behind closed doors all day." Fu Xiang laughed.The old Futou took a look at Fu Xiang, and said: "Little Xiangzi, since Mrs. An is not feeling well, you can choose some tonic and send it to her."

"Grandpa Fu, Mrs. An is not here today, and Xiao Xiangzi needs to take care of family affairs." I smiled, "Anyway, I'm going to the shop later, and I'm on the way. Let me take it there."

The old Futou nodded in agreement, and after breakfast, Xiaohong, Brother Wei, and I went into the city in a donkey cart, and arrived at the small courtyard of Mrs. An’s family. Brother Wei stopped the car and was about to let Xiaohong take The medicinal materials were sent in, but before she could reach the gate of the courtyard, she heard a quarrel coming from inside.I lifted the curtain of the car in surprise, and saw that the courtyard door of Mrs. An's house was suddenly opened, and a delicate snack box was thrown out from inside. The lid of the box was knocked over, and the snacks inside were scattered all over the floor.After a while, I threw out a few bolts of silk and some medicinal materials. I was stunned, and when I saw it, it was actually ginseng.How could Mrs. An's family have these extravagant things?Just in doubt, I saw Mrs. An rushing out of the yard with her eyes drooping, ready to pick up the things scattered on the ground, when a young man rushed out from the door and said sharply: "Don't pick up!"

I looked at the man with an angry face, and my face froze. The man was actually the scholar in Tsing Yi who I saw in the teahouse a few days ago who was full of etiquette and morality, and degraded me to nothing.

Aunt An ignored the clamor of the dead scholar and continued to pick up things.The dead scholar raised his eyebrows angrily, rushed forward and brushed the snack box that Mrs. An was picking up to the ground, as if he had a deep hatred with the box, trampled the box to pieces with a few feet, still unable to let go of his hatred, and knocked on the ground one by one Step on those snacks that are rolling on the ground.Aunt An stared blankly at him ruining things, tears falling silently.

I couldn't stand it anymore, jumped off the donkey cart, and sneered: "These things are good, and they didn't offend you, so why bother to vent your anger on them, even if you vent your anger on them, they don't know, so they are not mad at themselves? "

Only then did the two notice us. The dead scholar didn't know me, so he gave me a cold look and said coldly, "What's none of your business?"

"It's nothing to do with me." I said angrily, "But seeing you bullying someone I know, it's none of my business."

Mrs. An quickly stood up and smiled at me reluctantly: "Miss Ye, I'm kidding you, we're fine. This is Xiaoer Yuanxi."

This dead scholar is Mrs. An's son?My eyes widened.How old is Mrs. An's son?I looked at the two of them in turn, and saw that Mrs. An's dress had been patched several times. Although the man's clothes were not luxurious, they were neat, and his hands were white and tender. He looked like a young master from a small family. .I don’t know, I thought Mrs. An was his old mother. I didn’t have a good impression of this dead scholar, but now I feel even more disgusted. Let my mother go around to help earn money to support the family, but a good-looking man is pampered and has nothing to do. , I am ashamed to be full of benevolence and morality.

I snorted coldly, and said mockingly, "It's unfilial for an imposing man not to work to earn money to support the family, but to ask his old mother to go out and order her around. Now that he has such a fierce attitude towards his mother, he is even worse than a pig or a dog." The scholar didn't expect me to scold him when I opened my mouth, so I couldn't help being startled, I glanced at the broken pastries on the ground, and said with a sneer, "You kind of rice worm who hasn't earned a copper coin and doesn't do production, do you know what' who knows?" Every grain of rice is stained with the sweat of the farmer's hard work. It is unrighteous to waste the food without cherishing the fruits of others' labor. You are unfilial and unrighteous, Don't you feel ashamed to live in this world? You have the ability to earn money to support yourself, don't grow up tall and have to rely on your mother to support you..."

I scolded non-stop, I don't know how to open and shut up this rogue scholar's quotations, scolding is simple and direct.The dead scholar's face was filled with anger, Mrs. An waved her hands hurriedly and said, "Miss Ye, stop talking, it's not what you think, it's my fault..."

"Auntie, you are his mother, no matter how reasonable he is, he shouldn't yell at you!" I gave the man a sideways glance, and the man knew he was wrong, so he turned his head and slammed the door into the yard without saying a word. He was scolding happily, so as to avenge the teahouse that day, how could he let him dodge, he opened his mouth and said, "Don't go..."

"Sister Ye..." The skirt was pulled by a pair of small hands. Looking down, An Sheng ran out at some point. He blushed: "Don't scold my son, he doesn't mean it."

I saw his pitiful appearance, and my heart softened. I don't know why, but I have an inexplicable feeling of closeness to this child. Maybe he is well-behaved and clever?I just listened to Mrs. An's instructions to An Sheng: "An Sheng, pick up the things in." Turning around, she showed me a forced apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, Miss Ye, I let you see a joke. Today's matter is not what you thought That way, Yuan Xi is actually a very filial child..."

Forget it, whether he is filial or not has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with me if you want to be a protective mother. Anyway, I am avenging my own personal revenge today. I have brought some tonic, please keep it.” I asked Xiaohong to pass the tonic to her, and she thanked her and took it.Seeing that there was nothing to do with me, I took my leave and got on the donkey cart and headed for the city of Cangdu.

Xiaohong and Wei's eldest brother never spoke when I was dealing with "business". Sitting back in the car, Xiaohong glanced at me secretly, pursed her lips and laughed, and I gave her a white look: "Damn it Son, what are you laughing at?"

"Girl, you have avenged yourself today." Xiao Hong laughed out loud and said, "Now, don't you feel comfortable?"

It turned out that she also recognized the scholar, presumably the eldest brother of the Wei family also recognized him?I burst out laughing with a "puchi", the more I thought about it, the more amusing it became, I stretched out my hand and poked Xiaohong's head, I laughed and cursed: "Ghost spirit!"

When I came back from the city at night, when I sat around the table with the old Futou for dinner, the old Futou asked me with a smile: "I heard that you scolded Mrs. An's son today?"

Oh, you know so soon?I glanced at Xiao Xiangzi, Mrs. An couldn't say it herself, let alone her son, the only one who could say it was An Sheng.Xiao Xiangzi covered his mouth and smiled, "Sister Ye scolded Brother Yuanxi badly."

"Isn't that person just begging for scolding?" I told what I saw today, and said with a smile, "I don't think I scolded hard enough."

"Although Yuanxi is a bit pedantic, he has always been very filial to his mother, but since his head was broken a few months ago, his mind has been a little confused and not easy to use." The old man sighed, " This Mrs. An is also a miserable person, for no reason, such a big accident happened to her son..."

"Confused?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise. When I was in the teahouse that day, he was not confused, with clear thinking and eloquence. How could he look like a confused person?I laughed and said: "With his temper, I'm afraid he's a troublemaker. It's strange if he doesn't get knocked down." Even I wanted to beat him up!

"He didn't have such a big temper before, he was gentle, and his temper has changed a lot since his head was broken." Old Futou said.

"Who beat him?" I asked curiously, "Why was he beaten?"

"We don't know much about this. Mrs. An hesitated and refused to say. An Sheng said that it seemed that a rich man came to pick a fight and broke his head. The rich man thought he had killed someone and scared him away. Fortunately, It’s just a head injury. We didn’t know about it until An Sheng came to inform us after he was injured, and rushed over to take care of it.” The old man said, “He smashed those things today, probably from the house where he beat them. Come, that family has sent things over several times, but Yuanxi threw them out."

"He's really out of his mind." Since others want to make amends, why are you pretending to be aloof?It is only natural to pay off debts and beat people to make amends.He was beaten even if he was beaten, of course he should take back his courtesy, if I would not only accept it, but also beat him hard.What a poor scholar, what about integrity?I bother!
In short, I think that scholar is not pleasing to the eye, and his every move is wrong. He really has a good skin for nothing, and his head is full of grass!

——2006, September, 10
(End of this chapter)