Glory in Troubled Times: The Empress' Growth Path

Chapter 2 The Man in the Picture

I have to praise Yuan Chen's mother's painting skills. The lines of the characters in the painting are very obvious, with clear outlines, and it is obvious that he is a handsome guy.

Tsk tsk, there is also a peach blossom mole under the right eye.

Hua Qiong kept searching for the original owner's impression of the man in the painting, but found nothing.

No wonder, a five or six-year-old child, not yet old enough to remember.

Looking at other places in the painting, there is something Hua written next to it, but unfortunately the outline of the inkstone was printed on the words, which just smeared the name.

My surname is not common, and it is rare to see someone with the same name and surname as myself here. Hua Qiong has countless guesses in his mind. Does this have anything to do with Yuanzhen's mother?Relatives of the original mother?The original brother?People who owe money and don't pay it back?
But it doesn't matter.

At this moment, Hua Qiong, who was wearing airy cotton trousers, wanted to cry but his stomach started to growl.

Not everyone wants to come to ancient times!
The most important thing now is to see if we can return to modern times.

Hua Qiong cautiously jumped off the chair, and dragged the chair legs forward with a pair of small black hands until it was next to the cabinet.

After climbing up the chair, I was just able to see inside.

A thin layer of dust has fallen on the third floor of the cabinet, and there are a few books inside.

Hua Qiong took it down and took a look. They were all books on painting appreciation, and there was also a copy book, which seemed to be written by a great Confucianist of this era.

These are probably the original mother's favorites during her lifetime, otherwise it would be impossible to live this kind of life and still be romantic.

But that's right, life is already like this, there must be a sustenance.

Hua Qiong rearranged the books and put them on the other side of the cabinet.

When I looked inside again, I accidentally found a small purse. If I hadn't taken out the books in the cabinet, Hua Qiong would not be able to see it with Hua Qiong's current height. Is sweating profusely.

The purse is more delicate, with pink lotus flowers embroidered on the blue dyed cloth, and the blue dyed cloth seems to be transformed into a pond in an instant, completely natural.

Hua Qiong carefully opened the purse. In addition to a few ounces of silver, there was also a stone tablet, half of it to be precise. The stone tablet was obviously cut by humans. It gradually changed from light brown to dark brown to black, and there was no word on it. , a symbol.The cut side is also very smooth.

Such decorations are really chic.

After Hua Qiong took off the broken silver and the stone tablet, he kept only a small part of the broken silver on his body, packed up the rest, put them back into his purse, and finally put them carefully behind the stone supporting the bed board, just blocking the purse.

Its location is concealed, and it is also convenient to access later, so there is no need to toss back and forth.

— Gollum.

My stomach keeps growling, thinking that there are still some sweet potatoes in the cabinet, so let's make do with some roasted sweet potatoes today.

According to the TV series I watched in my mind, Hua Qiong dug a hole outside the house, took some dry thatch, found two branches, and two pieces of flint, held the flint in her little hand, and struck each other hard, and the sparks went smoothly. The flint fell and the thatch was ignited. Fortunately, there was some wood outside the house, enough to roast two sweet potatoes.

Although I came here by accident, what is not surprising is that today's meal will not be accidental.

Looking at the dancing flames, Hua Qiong gradually calmed down and relaxed. With one hand roasting sweet potatoes, the fire light shone on Hua Qiong and the sweet potatoes. .

Holding the sweet potato with anticipation, peeling off the outermost burnt skin, the fragrance inside is completely released.

"Joan! I'm back!"

"what!"

She didn't finish her mouth yet, but Hua Qiong was startled by the sudden sound, and the sweet potato dropped her hand and fell to the ground, rolling a few times before stopping.

Before he had time to pick it up, a figure had already taken a step ahead, picked up the roasted sweet potato on the ground, was scalded, and endured the heat to tear off the skin of the sweet potato, and then went down with a big mouthful. Squeezed out a bright smile.

"I knew that you loved me and gave me roasted sweet potatoes, but they didn't give me food."

Hua Qiong looked at the little boy in front of him who was not much cleaner than himself, and the memories of the original owner kept pouring out.

Ever since the original owner came to this village, he has not been welcomed. Usually only the little boy named Wang Er in front of him often plays with the original owner.

It's just that they didn't expect that the original owner was also called Hua Qiong.

Wang'er's name is Zhao Ting'an. He is about 11 years old. He is now devouring the roasted sweet potato in front of him. His parents have not heard from him for more than ten years and he has been raised by his uncle. Although he is the orphan of his close relatives, he is rarely treated normally. If the family members are in a good mood, he will have food to eat, but in a bad mood, starvation is also common.

Hua Qiong sighed helplessly, picked up another sweet potato and ate it. In his memory, Zhao Ting'an seemed to have gone out with his uncle, and he was going to take a long trip recently.

"You've been out for a while, and you can't think of a way to save yourself some small bits and pieces?"

Wang'er stopped eating roasted sweet potatoes, stared at Hua Qiong with wide eyes, "Qioner, why did you ask such a question?"

"Qiong'er..." As an adult, it felt a bit strange to be called that by a teenager.

"Ting An, don't call me Qiong'er from now on, just Hua Qiong."

"But I'm older than you..."

Before he finished speaking, Hua Qiong pointed at Wang'er with a sweet potato, "I'll call it like that from now on, and, is there anything wrong with what I just said?"

Zhao Tingan put down the roasted sweet potatoes he was eating, and said with a little listlessness: "Oh, my cousins, every time I go out, they will definitely clean me up when I return to my uncle's house, inside and out. Check if I have hidden things. You know all this, why bother to use this to tease me. "

"This time, they crushed all the biscuits I bought outside the city and fed them to the dogs in front of me."

After all, Zhao Tingan choked up a little, wiped away his tears, and continued to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

"When I learn the real skills, I will leave here, and I can leave early!"

Hua Qiong suddenly felt a little emotional, it was hard to live under the fence of others, let alone in a place where resources were scarce in ancient times.

"Then what are you going to learn?"

"Anything is fine, as long as you can get out of here."

Although I don't understand many things, but when it comes to survival ability, I am better than an 11-year-old child. I suddenly had some thoughts in my mind, and then I shook my head and denied it. Now I am only a five- or six-year-old child. I can go back to the dormitory.

Time was running out, Hua Qiong had no choice but to swallow what he wanted to say, he really wanted to go back to modern times.

"It's getting late, go back quickly after eating, I'm going to rest too."

Zhao Tingan was a little disappointed. After eating the sweet potatoes, he walked towards the thatch pile.

Hua Qiong was wondering what he was going to do.

He picked up some dry thatch and spread it neatly on the bed. He even rolled on the thatch several times to make it even.

"Ting An, what is this?"

"Qiong'er, uh, Hua Qiong, I know what it's like to be unattended. I don't want you to be like me after losing your mother, unattended."

Hua Qiong was at a loss for words for a while, but his heart was really touched. He was only a teenager, so it was hard for him to still think about himself in a very difficult situation.

"I'm leaving, I'll come back to you in a few days."

(End of this chapter)