Poor family rebirth girl

Chapter 10 Encounter (1)

Here, Su Ya's mother and daughter celebrated the new year happily, while Shen Huai over there lived through the first few days of the new year in a deserted and difficult manner.

Zhang Shenmu's prescriptions were indeed stronger and stronger, and since New Year's Eve, Shen Huai couldn't even get out of bed.

Xu Yuan found no one but did not return, Gao Jun had no time to look after him, and guarded Shen Huai who was vomiting blood while drinking medicine in fear, and finally survived until the wound was scarred.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the sound of firecrackers began in Huai'an City from midnight. In the early morning, before full light, some people fumbled with pine doors and set fire to pine branches.

Lao Zhou didn't know anything, so he came to ask Gao Jun: "Today is the day to welcome the God of Wealth, and all the shops are open, and the local big families will also gather their clansmen to go to the cemetery outside the city to worship the ancestors, and there are all kinds of flowers. And performances, this is the only excitement in Huai’an City, it’s the first time for the young master to celebrate the New Year in the old house, why don’t you go out with the young master?”

Gao Jun smiled and nodded in agreement, saying that he did have plans to go out at night, and there was no need to prepare meals at home.

Today's Huai'an City is indeed very lively. All kinds of sacrifices and flowers are lined up in a long queue. They walk and perform, and stop and go, showing the strength of the major families. The main streets were jammed.

The crowd crowded shoulder to shoulder, and Su Ya, carrying the sacrificial items, stood at the entrance of an alley protecting Yan, and waited until the large procession had left the city and the crowd was less crowded before going to Qingjiangpu Wharf.

During the festival, there are few boats at the pier, and it is deserted than usual.On the river banks on both sides of the pier, only people in twos and threes were burning paper money.

There is a thin layer of ice on the surface of the river, and it is no longer flowing. The wandering souls who have been buried in it for thousands of years have passed away. People who cannot find their bones will pay their respects by the river.

Su Ya took out the food and wine from the basket, filled two glasses of water and wine, handed one to Yan's hand, and spilled the wine on the river bank together.

Yan’s eyes were already red. This was the place where Su’s father stayed most often during his lifetime. It was the place where their family reunited and parted each year when they went back and forth to Beijing and Hangzhou to escort the water transport. Wandering, watching thousands of sails racing on the river, seeing things and thinking about people.

After moving away from Qingjiangpu, Su Ya begged her not to come here alone again, citing her nightmares as an excuse, so there were very few opportunities to sit quietly by the river as before.

No matter how painful the parting is, it will get used to with the passage of time. Su Ya has long passed the mood of crying on the shore. After leaving the pier, in order to make Yan Shi happy, she took Yan Shi to the teahouse to listen to books.

Storytelling, drama, and storytelling are originally in the same line. Judging from Su Ya’s appreciation level, the storyteller in Sanrun Teahouse is also a masterpiece. He talks about the court and the market, sometimes impassioned, sometimes sentimental, but never sarcasm Shallow, very suitable for listening with Yan Shi.

It was evening, and people returning to the city after worshiping their ancestors often gathered outside in small groups. Su Ya didn't want the Yan family to be crowded with people, so she asked for a small table on the second floor by the inner rail, diagonally facing the first floor The storytelling desk has a good and quiet view.

After a while, Yan Shi really listened to it. Seeing that the tea brought by the waiter was not hot enough, Su Ya was worried that Yan Shi would catch cold, so she went downstairs with the teapot to change the water. Come whisper the movement.

"It's rare for Mr. Xie to go back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors, why did he choose to meet in such a teahouse?" a person complained with a sigh.

"You don't understand this—it's because Mr. Xie seldom comes back, so how many pairs of eyes are staring at you?! It's a big matter, and the adults want to talk in secret, so naturally there will be two banquets. Just watch, today In the evening, the banquet in Zuixian Building is just to avoid people's eyes and ears, and the tea party here is the highlight." The other person lowered his voice, and he seemed to know the inside story very well.

"It's no wonder that after the two of us have made arrangements, we went to the Zuixian Building to guard the door first. You said, we are a bit decent after all, so how can we do this job normally?"

"Hey, feel aggrieved? Just bear with it. If we finish the discussion later, we will have to live a life of hunger and cold!"

"A new mission?"

"Haha, anyway, something big is going to happen in Huai'an Mansion." The person who knew the inside story laughed vaguely twice, and stopped talking.

At this point, the two were about to come down from the third floor. Su Ya didn't want to listen anymore, so she quickly went downstairs with a teapot.

About half an hour later, the two pairs of master and servant staggered back and forth in a low-key manner, walked through the lobby, and went up to the third floor under the guidance of the staff.

Su Ya's heart tightened, the skinny old man who came from behind looked around the building with a pair of dark eyes when he entered, and that face fell into her eyes.

She remembered that in her previous life, when she complained in front of the government yamen, it was this old man who came out of the yamen in a hurry, scolded the yamen servant for negligence, and ordered the yamen servant to blow her away. The big family has seen him.

The face he had been looking for suddenly appeared, Su Ya's hair stood on end, and he could no longer listen to half a sentence of the storyteller.

There are still six months before the events of the previous life, what major event is brewing now?
She looked at the internal layout of the Sanrun Building again. The first and second floors are scattered seats, and the third floor is full of boxes. The stands of each box face the center of the restaurant, and there are bamboo curtains and light gauze to isolate the view. Unless the curtains are lifted by the guests, otherwise The privacy was excellent, and it was completely impossible to see which box the old man and his party entered.

Su Ya looked at Yan Shi who was listening to the book restlessly, not sure if she sent Yan Shi home first, if she would still have a chance to eavesdrop on the secret conversation that was happening on the third floor when she came back.

"Mom, let's eat here tonight. We'll start work tomorrow. If we don't go back after listening to this story, I'm sure I won't be able to eat well or sleep well for a few days."

She finally made up her mind, quietly discussed with the thrifty Yan Shi, then got up and went downstairs to order food.

After that, he looked at the gap and walked up to the third floor.

Compared with the two floors below, the third floor is very quiet. The corridor is outside and runs around the body of the building.

Su Ya fumbled around outside for a while, and sure enough, she found the box where the old man was.

But as soon as she put her ear on it, a person turned out from the corner of the corridor and shouted loudly: "Who is it?!"

Su Ya didn't have time to take a closer look, there was only one stairway, the direction was blocked by people coming, and the window rails around the winter corridor were also closed, so I don't know what's going on downstairs.

In desperation, she had no choice but to walk to the inward corner of the corridor, and there was a box with the door ajar on the left, Su Ya didn't think much, and dodged to go in.

There was only a young man drinking tea with his head bowed alone in the private room. There was a charcoal stove for heating in the room, but he was still wrapped in a big cloak, as if he was immersed in the impassioned storytelling downstairs, and he had not noticed any sudden movement.

When Su Ya stepped in, she had already looked it over quickly. The box was not big, and the furnishings were not miscellaneous, so there was nowhere to hide.

It was too late to back out, she simply went straight to the man's side, lifted his cloak, and ducked in with a short body.

She quickly hid the corner of her skirt under the cloak that was winding on the ground, and at the same time put a sharp weapon to the man's waist.

Before he could say a word, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside!
(End of this chapter)