Poor family rebirth girl

Chapter 2 Don't Live Crying (2)

Ants and small people?

Ants and petty people!
Because it is a life like an ant, is it not even worthy of asking for justice? !

Su Ya's heart was filled with resentment and resentment. She wanted to struggle, shout, and refuse to accept her fate, but she could only lie paralyzed in the weeds, without even the ability to grab a blade of grass. That pale sky.

When she was conscious again, she had returned to three years ago.

The aroma of the food woke her up, and Yan Shi was still alive and well, and teased her with a smile, saying that she was a 15-year-old girl, and she was still a slob, urging her to wash up quickly.

15 years old? !

Su Ya floated to wash up like a dream, sat down at the dining table like a dream, stared greedily at her mother, the tip of her tongue was overflowing with the taste that once drove her crazy, tears fell into the porridge, and her face was frightened. Shi.

"I'm fine, mother... I just had a dream... I dreamed that you don't want me anymore..." She couldn't wipe away the tears, so she put her arms around Yan's waist and buried her face in her mother's On the warm and soft belly, my heart was filled with an indescribable taste.

Just a moment ago, she hated her life, hated being an ant, and couldn't help herself.But at this moment, with her mother's soothing pat on the head, and her mother's dumbfounding comfort in her ears, she felt grateful in her heart.

Her life started again, and she still had three years to prepare, take precautions, and keep her mother away from danger.

Go change the fate of this ants!
In this way, the energetic Su Ya started a new life with the daughter-in-law Yan who was full of everything. They moved away from the canal, away from the Qingjiangpu Wharf where the explosion happened in the previous life, and lived in Xiuyi Lane, Hexia, in the inner city. Temporarily store the hope of new life in this small yard.

In the blink of an eye for two and a half years, the life of the mother and daughter is not bad.

However, Su Ya never forgot what the murderer said in the previous life. The murderer must be used by others. On the heads of the ants and people, the place closer to the sky is naturally nobles, high-ranking officials, rich gentry and wealthy businessmen. It is impossible for ordinary people to manipulate the government the power of.

This Huai'an mansion is precisely a place that reaches the sky.

The Grand Canal that goes around the city stretches for [-] miles. It goes north to the capital, goes south to Yuhang, runs to the sea in the east, and connects to the Yellow River, Huai River, and Yangtze River in the west. Numerous high-ranking officials and wealthy gentry gather here, bringing messages from all directions into Huai’an City. In the mansion.

After moving to the inner city, Su Ya found a job at Tian Hui Bookstore, which specializes in printing novels and novels in the city, and delivered scripts to the inner houses of various government offices full-time. Chips.

Su Ya always feels that there are clues to everything, and the more information he has, the stronger his ability to avoid disasters will be.

Ordinary people would think that a job of delivering storybooks would provide much convenience for spying on the government?

That would be a bad idea.

It is not the scripts that can bring convenience, but those ladies who love to read the scripts.

Never underestimate the women behind a man. Many things are done with the help of women. With the help of chatterbooks, so many thoughts are brought out, and secret information is often leaked unintentionally.

The story book is a small thing that really attracts people. The thin booklet contains several stories of the rise and fall of ancient times, and many scenes of joy and sorrow in the world. It is not like choosing a stage for opera or storytelling. It doesn’t matter what time and place it is. It can bring people into the story at any time, and it is the spiritual food that the ladies and ladies in the deep courtyard can't put it down.

The money is so easy to earn, each bookstore specially prepares storybook ladies for this purpose, and delivers storybooks and speech books to the female relatives of each prefecture, because not all wives and ladies are good at deciphering words, so the storybook ladies are born in time to shuttle In the houses of each government, we provide considerate services.

Right now in Huai'an City, the one who is best at creating novels is Tianhui Bookstore, and in Tianhui Bookstore, the one who understands Madam's mind best is Su Ya.

Because Su Ya is very different from other women who speak books: not only does she have a good knowledge of the books on the market, but she is also very good at telling stories. As long as you want to listen, she can tell the flowers in black and white.

In other words, most of the ladies rely on rote memorization to dismantle them, but Su Ya not only has her own opinions and quotes from many sources, but she is also especially good at mobilizing the minds of the female relatives. She often only needs to analyze an example and a train of thought in a simple way. Then I look at people with an admiring smile and encouragement. I often feel that I am inspired. Combined with the examples around me, it is simply full of information and a sense of accomplishment.

With this skill alone, the colorful theater troupe couldn't match Su Ya's attractiveness. The people on the stage would leave the stage after singing, reading, doing and playing, but Su Ya's business of selling scriptures had a long history.

With intentional calculations and unintentional calculations, now Su Ya is not only a master of lectures and reading in the field of book delivery, but also an expert in gossip in Huai'an City.

Of course, this is a secret, and Su Ya must act like a muffled gourd, never mentioning these secrets.

Today's delivery of "Su Gourd" went very smoothly, together with a stack of silk handkerchiefs embroidered by Yan's embroidery, they were all sold out. She went back to Tianhui Bookstore to settle the wages, and got another year-end red packet.

Walking in the sunset with money in my pocket, I feel that the bluestone slabs on the ground are very beautiful.

The style of the dusk was cold, but Su Ya didn't seem to notice it. She walked briskly, counting the stones on the stone road with her head down, and counted all the way to the steps of the small bridge. She was thinking about the arrangements for the festival, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking up, three men of different heights, fat and thin were blocking the bridge, looking at her with unfriendly expressions.

Su Ya blinked, looked around, but couldn't see anyone else.In the dusk of the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, every house has to light up the smoke, remove the dust, and prepare new year's goods, and no one is still wandering on the road.

The location of this small bridge is still very remote, and one side is separated by a wall a few feet away, the view is very bad, it is really a good place to block the road and rob money.

Su Ya immediately turned around and was about to leave, but had to stop after a few steps, because two men also came up at the end of the bridge to block her way.

"Who are you? Let me go." Su Ya looked panicked.

"Oh! Are you panicking now? Damn girl, why didn't you panic when you were robbing the business?" The visitor was not kind.

"Are the big brothers misunderstood? How could I compete with you for business? What kind of business do the heroes do?"

"Why didn't you grab it? We were singing on the stage, and you were selling scriptures off the stage... Mmm!" A small man just yelled angrily, but his mouth was covered by the person next to him.

"Oh! Are you from the Chunxing Opera Troupe?"

Su Ya suddenly realized that she had been squeezed to the side of the bridge railing at this time, and looked down the bridge while talking. This waterway is so narrow that it can only accommodate two small boats in parallel on weekdays. ice, swallowing the afterglow of the setting sun vaguely.

"Big brothers from the Chunxing Class, you are wrong about me. They were all called by the ladies. You are singing on the stage, and the ladies are happy to hear you. I was pulled away by the ladies to give lectures, and my voice was not too loud. It won't affect you anyway."

Su Ya looked at the blinking eyes of the person coming, the hemp rope in her hand, and the big cloak hanging on her arm, and her body gradually leaned out of the bridge to avoid it.

"Damn girl is eloquent, but she doesn't have a long memory. I have warned you twice and still don't change. Don't blame the brothers for being rude this time!" The visitor had already been exposed, so he stopped hiding and began to roll up his sleeves.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you do? You like to lecture so much, so you went to a brothel to talk about it. It's a pity that you have such a big ugly birthmark on your face, otherwise you will definitely sell it for a good price."

The visitor rushed up after speaking, Su Ya made a gesture to shout, and the first person raised his hand to cover Su Ya's mouth, Su Ya suddenly bent back to hide, and with a scream, she fell over the bridge railing Go, roll on the ice, and roll under the bridge out of sight.

"Go down and find it!"

The leader cursed in a low voice, and ran down the bridge first.

　Since ancient times, professional women have to break through more hurdles. How difficult is it to make a living, and why do villains bother to bully each other?
　　We encourage fair competition and spurn the underhanded!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)